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The Reality of Talia - PG-13 - Susan/Talia
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redrose999, who requested Ivanova/Talia, with the lyrics to 'Frozen' as a prompt. Enjoy!
Title: The Reality of Talia
Author:theladyfeylene
Fandom: Babylon 5
Pairing: Susan Ivanova/Talia Winters
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season One and Two
Word Count: 709
Summary: There was a difference between fantasy and reality. While Ivanova would have preferred the latter, the former was easier to reach.
Talia Winters lived up to her name. Whether it be physically or emotionally, she was cold and pale as the season that bore her family name. Pale blond hair, ice blue eyes, a countenance that could shatter steel… she was frozen.
Ivanova liked that. She had always had an attraction to the cold, and Talia breathed ice with every word from her lips. In a way, it was best. That Talia should be so cold, so aloof, so untouchable. Were Talia to be warm…
It could never work. Ivanova had long ago realized that. Talia was a telepath, loyal to Psi Corps and Ivonava couldn’t take the chance. But she could still watch Talia, discreetly, and wonder if she would warm in the throes of passion. She could wonder if Talia’s skin was soft beneath her gloves. They were simple daydreams, the same sort that any infatuated human would indulge in. But it wasn’t maudlin idling - Ivanova was hardly a romantic - but it was something to occupy her mind on the dead watches and the off hours. She had no time for a lover, anyway. Work was too demanding, and with once crisis after another…
But there was a small part of Ivanova that reflected it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone to come home to when the crisis of the day was over. It wouldn’t be so bad to have a warm bed and an ear to vent to.
She supposed that in her own way, she was as cold as Talia. She knew what was said about her, behind her back. She was a slave driver, a iron-fisted tyrant, a ‘ball breaking bitch’. She liked to consider herself professional, and if those rookies couldn’t tell the difference between dedication and bitchiness, that was their problem.
She didn’t know what Talia said about her behind her back, if anything. If Talia even gave her a second thought when she was out of sight. The fantasy of Talia did, of course, but fantasy was a far cry from reality.
“You’re staring.”
“Pardon?” Ivanova moved to look up from her breakfast and realized she already was looking up. And Talia was watching her from the next table over, her fork delicately raised.
“Lost in thought?” One of Talia’s eyebrows arched, pale and sleek as the rest of her.
“Something like that,” Ivanova muttered.
“We really aren’t all that bad, you know.”
Ivanova cleared her throat. Her distaste of telepaths was no secret, yet another barrier that stood between her and the reality of Talia. Igorning the fact that Ivanova was too busy to take time for a relationship, ignoring the fact that her secret could be discovered in a moment of weakness, ignoring the fact that she didn’t even know if Talia was attracted to women, there was the simple fact that Ivanova’s prejudices had to be a turn off. Besides, the Corps didn’t exactly encourage the union of telepath and mundane.
“Of course,” Ivanova finally said, not wanting to get into a discussion on ethics and telepathy. Not with Talia.
“You shouldn’t stare,” Talia went on, and Ivanova could swear there was a hint of teasing in the other woman’s stare. Talia set down her fork and stood, done with her meal. She leaned over the table, ash-blond hair falling in a sleek curtain around her cheeks. “People might say we’re in love.”
Ivanova laughed, because clearly it was a joke, but she laughed just a bit too loud. Talia only smiled and turned away, her olive-drab uniform clinging to her slender form as Ivanova took in a deep breath.
Thinking back on the exchange later in the day, Ivanova realized that when Talia leaned forward, her lips quirked up in a playful smile, the telepath’s eyes had been warm. It was the only time Ivanova could remember any touch of warmth on the woman.
Perhaps the reality of Talia was closer than she thought.
redrose999, who requested Ivanova/Talia, with the lyrics to 'Frozen' as a prompt. Enjoy!Title: The Reality of Talia
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: Babylon 5
Pairing: Susan Ivanova/Talia Winters
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season One and Two
Word Count: 709
Summary: There was a difference between fantasy and reality. While Ivanova would have preferred the latter, the former was easier to reach.
Talia Winters lived up to her name. Whether it be physically or emotionally, she was cold and pale as the season that bore her family name. Pale blond hair, ice blue eyes, a countenance that could shatter steel… she was frozen.
Ivanova liked that. She had always had an attraction to the cold, and Talia breathed ice with every word from her lips. In a way, it was best. That Talia should be so cold, so aloof, so untouchable. Were Talia to be warm…
It could never work. Ivanova had long ago realized that. Talia was a telepath, loyal to Psi Corps and Ivonava couldn’t take the chance. But she could still watch Talia, discreetly, and wonder if she would warm in the throes of passion. She could wonder if Talia’s skin was soft beneath her gloves. They were simple daydreams, the same sort that any infatuated human would indulge in. But it wasn’t maudlin idling - Ivanova was hardly a romantic - but it was something to occupy her mind on the dead watches and the off hours. She had no time for a lover, anyway. Work was too demanding, and with once crisis after another…
But there was a small part of Ivanova that reflected it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone to come home to when the crisis of the day was over. It wouldn’t be so bad to have a warm bed and an ear to vent to.
She supposed that in her own way, she was as cold as Talia. She knew what was said about her, behind her back. She was a slave driver, a iron-fisted tyrant, a ‘ball breaking bitch’. She liked to consider herself professional, and if those rookies couldn’t tell the difference between dedication and bitchiness, that was their problem.
She didn’t know what Talia said about her behind her back, if anything. If Talia even gave her a second thought when she was out of sight. The fantasy of Talia did, of course, but fantasy was a far cry from reality.
“You’re staring.”
“Pardon?” Ivanova moved to look up from her breakfast and realized she already was looking up. And Talia was watching her from the next table over, her fork delicately raised.
“Lost in thought?” One of Talia’s eyebrows arched, pale and sleek as the rest of her.
“Something like that,” Ivanova muttered.
“We really aren’t all that bad, you know.”
Ivanova cleared her throat. Her distaste of telepaths was no secret, yet another barrier that stood between her and the reality of Talia. Igorning the fact that Ivanova was too busy to take time for a relationship, ignoring the fact that her secret could be discovered in a moment of weakness, ignoring the fact that she didn’t even know if Talia was attracted to women, there was the simple fact that Ivanova’s prejudices had to be a turn off. Besides, the Corps didn’t exactly encourage the union of telepath and mundane.
“Of course,” Ivanova finally said, not wanting to get into a discussion on ethics and telepathy. Not with Talia.
“You shouldn’t stare,” Talia went on, and Ivanova could swear there was a hint of teasing in the other woman’s stare. Talia set down her fork and stood, done with her meal. She leaned over the table, ash-blond hair falling in a sleek curtain around her cheeks. “People might say we’re in love.”
Ivanova laughed, because clearly it was a joke, but she laughed just a bit too loud. Talia only smiled and turned away, her olive-drab uniform clinging to her slender form as Ivanova took in a deep breath.
Thinking back on the exchange later in the day, Ivanova realized that when Talia leaned forward, her lips quirked up in a playful smile, the telepath’s eyes had been warm. It was the only time Ivanova could remember any touch of warmth on the woman.
Perhaps the reality of Talia was closer than she thought.