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A Silent Dance

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    Yin and Yang.
    Light and dark.
    Male and female.
    The stars don’t dance in their stationary patterns, for they have no music.


    The length of time that they spent apart was far longer than the stolen minutes that they had together.  Sometimes the ache was more than either could stand, and the few hours were spent in each other’s company, not speaking, just being.
    There had been talk, long ago of just leaving their respective positions, fleeing to somewhere that the loneliness couldn’t touch them, where it would be just the two of them. They could be together, for as long as they lived, and when one died, the other would know. And then, later, quietly join the one who had passed on before.
    But there were obligations. There were friends. There were loyalties to ideals and, as always, there were those who could not defend themselves that needed the tasks that only one or both of these two could do with so much style.
    And so they remained in the waltz of the shadows.
    One bright and joyous, one dark and merry.
    Few could ever guess the emptiness that could only be filled by the other.   

    Hands clasped hands in the darkness of a forgotten corner.
    There were no words exchanged, but the question was still answered. Silent communication, as she melded into his embrace, skin to skin, surface to surface. Or perhaps it was he who melted at her touch, clinging strongly to the slender form who he had always known, and would always be for, as she was for him.
    The music was their own rhythm, the staccato beat of two lives that were as one. Softly they swayed to it, dancing in the security of each other’s arms.
    Safety forgotten. Duty forgotten, as the only thing that mattered was being within that circle, the illusion of forever driving the duet to cling together.
    Illusions never last, however, and all too soon the song came to an end.
    Merely a rest in the score, or the finale, neither could be certain.
    Reluctantly, contact was broken as time slipped away. Another brief meeting spent merely in the light of each other’s company. As hands slipped away, and the shadows swallowed them until they met once more, there remained the soft music of an unspoken promise.

Forever, and again.
Waltzing through the shadows... in the dangerous dance of espionage and sabotage.


Love, separation, duty, war, honor.

Sometimes it's impossible to be with the one person who completes you, who makes your life full.

But perhaps someday...

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