* Side Note: The narrator of this fic (I won't tell you who it is. It will
take out half the fun and you get to know at the end, anyway.) is a little
different then he appears in the game. In my mind, he is a very good
looking, reasonably young man with longish blue black hair, vibrant green
eyes, and he harbors a secret love for the general. His character was never
explored, and he was rarely around, so I don't think any of my musing will
really bother you. *
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She's here in the room right now, standing just across the dance floor from me. This is the opportunity. It would be so easy, so simple just to walk up to her and sweep her off her feet. Sure, I am not the most suave man and ever graced Alexandria, but my heart is in the right place. It would be so easy just to go to her and steal her from the man at her side.
What does she see in that bumbling idiot, anyway? She looks so out of place hanging from his arm, in all her beauty and grace. A vision of absolute perfection. And him. He is this. This stupid, clumsy, ugly. Just this hopelessly flawed piece of trash. What can he possibly have that sparks her desire so? He has no redeeming qualities, is not skilled in anything but screeching and bellowing, and I have heard the rumors. He is a nobody in the boudoir.
Someone of her power, of her caliber, deserves someone who can relate. Someone who is close to being at her level. What is his claim to fame? He assisted some thief on another planet? Bah. He has yet to show me proof he did anything but skulk around in the background, hiding behind a mage that was nothing more then a child. I certainly wouldn't put it past the cretin. He's a big talker, but when it comes to action, he's quick to offer the services of others before his own.
Laudo is staring at me again. Speaking of cretins. I look at him and snap. "What do you want?"
He is, as is characteristic of him, caught on the spot by a tone that is not so soft spoken and elitist literati as his. He recovers. He always does. "They're starting soon?"
"Fine, fine. Leave me." I wave him off with a petulant sweep of my hand. I have brooding to do. Looking up again, she and her 'date' appear to have also received the message, as they are nowhere to be found. Blast.
"What are you still doing out here?" It's her voice, oh so honey sweet, right behind me. I blink slowly, letting the melody infect me before I turn. And, of course, he is right there at her side. Since when did he get them surgically grafted at the hip? Still, I will not be a bitter prick. I smile that same, thin, emotionally corrupt smile that is so often on my face that people mistake it for my true persona.
"General," A bow to her "And captain, " A limp handed salute to him. I hope he doesn't notice the involuntary hardening of my features when I look at him. "I was simply waiting for our guests to enter. You never know what brigands may be waiting to sneak in during the flurry."
She smiles and passes, brushing an errant curl from her milky white shoulder, he follows her and claps me on the back in a familial way, smiling brightly. He is so simple minded. "Don't worry, Dojebon. These are peace times. You can let down your hair, so to speak." And they continue inside, still attached at the hip.
Jerk.
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She's here in the room right now, standing just across the dance floor from me. This is the opportunity. It would be so easy, so simple just to walk up to her and sweep her off her feet. Sure, I am not the most suave man and ever graced Alexandria, but my heart is in the right place. It would be so easy just to go to her and steal her from the man at her side.
What does she see in that bumbling idiot, anyway? She looks so out of place hanging from his arm, in all her beauty and grace. A vision of absolute perfection. And him. He is this. This stupid, clumsy, ugly. Just this hopelessly flawed piece of trash. What can he possibly have that sparks her desire so? He has no redeeming qualities, is not skilled in anything but screeching and bellowing, and I have heard the rumors. He is a nobody in the boudoir.
Someone of her power, of her caliber, deserves someone who can relate. Someone who is close to being at her level. What is his claim to fame? He assisted some thief on another planet? Bah. He has yet to show me proof he did anything but skulk around in the background, hiding behind a mage that was nothing more then a child. I certainly wouldn't put it past the cretin. He's a big talker, but when it comes to action, he's quick to offer the services of others before his own.
Laudo is staring at me again. Speaking of cretins. I look at him and snap. "What do you want?"
He is, as is characteristic of him, caught on the spot by a tone that is not so soft spoken and elitist literati as his. He recovers. He always does. "They're starting soon?"
"Fine, fine. Leave me." I wave him off with a petulant sweep of my hand. I have brooding to do. Looking up again, she and her 'date' appear to have also received the message, as they are nowhere to be found. Blast.
"What are you still doing out here?" It's her voice, oh so honey sweet, right behind me. I blink slowly, letting the melody infect me before I turn. And, of course, he is right there at her side. Since when did he get them surgically grafted at the hip? Still, I will not be a bitter prick. I smile that same, thin, emotionally corrupt smile that is so often on my face that people mistake it for my true persona.
"General," A bow to her "And captain, " A limp handed salute to him. I hope he doesn't notice the involuntary hardening of my features when I look at him. "I was simply waiting for our guests to enter. You never know what brigands may be waiting to sneak in during the flurry."
She smiles and passes, brushing an errant curl from her milky white shoulder, he follows her and claps me on the back in a familial way, smiling brightly. He is so simple minded. "Don't worry, Dojebon. These are peace times. You can let down your hair, so to speak." And they continue inside, still attached at the hip.
Jerk.