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He gazed absently into the darkness of his room, head resting upon the soft pillow that lay upon his bed. It was nearly dawn, and still images of her plagued him. Celes. Why had she come to him? What was it that made her pick him for her little game? Was it because he was someone not to be desired, or so he believed, or was it because she knew that he could not resist her, that he would never give it a second thought, and embrace her with open arms.
Setzer rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face against the pillow, his bare chest resting against the soft sheets of his bed. He could smell her on his pillow. A soft scent, enticing, something similar to Jasmine. Perhaps it was Jasmine. It had been her hair, that had smelt so sweet, those soft, golden strands. Her skin was equally soft, and so very smooth. He released a heavy sigh and rolled over once more, resting upon his back once again.
Damn her. Damn her for doing this to him. For teasing him, using him. How could he have actually believed that she would choose him? No, she had her precious Locke. Her only reason for coming to him, was to make the younger man jealous, and she had succeeded. Never before had he seen such anger in his eyes, the man that was usually so friendly, so easy to get along with. Perhaps if they had not been comrades, Locke would have done more than spat out harsh words, warnings. "Stay away from her, Setzer, go back to your Bar girls and Game House Tramps." He had said to him ... as if he weren't capable of anything better.
Slowly Setzer sat up, running his fingers through the long strands of silky white locks that rested atop his head. There was no sense in continuing to lay there. Perhaps some fresh air would do him some good, clear his mind.
Nude, Setzer slipped out of the bed, his slender, yet well defined form shrouded by the darkness that blanketed his room. He knew the small space well enough to move about it without any light, so there was no trouble in reaching his closet. In silence he slipped on his garments creating only the slightest of ruffling as he dressed himself. It was only when he opened the door that the light was allowed to drive away the darkness. Fully dressed, he stepped out into the much more open area of the Falcon, eyes taking a moment to focus. Today he was alone, as he often was since the defeat of Kefka. On occasion his old friends would visit him, when he stayed in once place long enough to be located.
His boots thumped slightly, carrying him across the wood floor toward the ladder that would lead him to the top deck. The thumping ended and was immediately followed by a "clank, clank, clank" until he reached the top deck. Currently, he was only a few miles from the Opera house. Maria no longer performed, he heard she quit not too long after the world had changed for the worst. Why he had gone the previous evening, he was uncertain. Perhaps to get his mind of things. Perhaps he had hoped to see Maria. But Maria was no Celes.
Shaking his head, his form promptly stalked over to the controls, with a few pushes of a button, the airship lifted into the air and he was off, in no particular direction. Perhaps he would visit someone today. There was Terra, she had returned to Mobliz, to help out there for a little while. Then there was Edgar. He was actively pursuing Terra, but for the most part, he remained in Figaro. Sabin, last he heard, had taken on a student, and was out and about, for some sort of training. Realm and Strago had returned to their village with Gau... Strago was convinced that he could make the boy more civilized. Setzer shook his head and chuckled. Cyan had returned to Figaro with Edgar... He really had no other place to go. Mog and Umaro were back in Narshe... And Gogo? Well, he, she, whatever it had been, hadn't really kept in touch. Locke was still running around all over the world in search of treasure. Then there was Celes...
With a hard spin of the wheel he turned the airship about and headed for South Figaro.
He gazed absently into the darkness of his room, head resting upon the soft pillow that lay upon his bed. It was nearly dawn, and still images of her plagued him. Celes. Why had she come to him? What was it that made her pick him for her little game? Was it because he was someone not to be desired, or so he believed, or was it because she knew that he could not resist her, that he would never give it a second thought, and embrace her with open arms.
Setzer rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face against the pillow, his bare chest resting against the soft sheets of his bed. He could smell her on his pillow. A soft scent, enticing, something similar to Jasmine. Perhaps it was Jasmine. It had been her hair, that had smelt so sweet, those soft, golden strands. Her skin was equally soft, and so very smooth. He released a heavy sigh and rolled over once more, resting upon his back once again.
Damn her. Damn her for doing this to him. For teasing him, using him. How could he have actually believed that she would choose him? No, she had her precious Locke. Her only reason for coming to him, was to make the younger man jealous, and she had succeeded. Never before had he seen such anger in his eyes, the man that was usually so friendly, so easy to get along with. Perhaps if they had not been comrades, Locke would have done more than spat out harsh words, warnings. "Stay away from her, Setzer, go back to your Bar girls and Game House Tramps." He had said to him ... as if he weren't capable of anything better.
Slowly Setzer sat up, running his fingers through the long strands of silky white locks that rested atop his head. There was no sense in continuing to lay there. Perhaps some fresh air would do him some good, clear his mind.
Nude, Setzer slipped out of the bed, his slender, yet well defined form shrouded by the darkness that blanketed his room. He knew the small space well enough to move about it without any light, so there was no trouble in reaching his closet. In silence he slipped on his garments creating only the slightest of ruffling as he dressed himself. It was only when he opened the door that the light was allowed to drive away the darkness. Fully dressed, he stepped out into the much more open area of the Falcon, eyes taking a moment to focus. Today he was alone, as he often was since the defeat of Kefka. On occasion his old friends would visit him, when he stayed in once place long enough to be located.
His boots thumped slightly, carrying him across the wood floor toward the ladder that would lead him to the top deck. The thumping ended and was immediately followed by a "clank, clank, clank" until he reached the top deck. Currently, he was only a few miles from the Opera house. Maria no longer performed, he heard she quit not too long after the world had changed for the worst. Why he had gone the previous evening, he was uncertain. Perhaps to get his mind of things. Perhaps he had hoped to see Maria. But Maria was no Celes.
Shaking his head, his form promptly stalked over to the controls, with a few pushes of a button, the airship lifted into the air and he was off, in no particular direction. Perhaps he would visit someone today. There was Terra, she had returned to Mobliz, to help out there for a little while. Then there was Edgar. He was actively pursuing Terra, but for the most part, he remained in Figaro. Sabin, last he heard, had taken on a student, and was out and about, for some sort of training. Realm and Strago had returned to their village with Gau... Strago was convinced that he could make the boy more civilized. Setzer shook his head and chuckled. Cyan had returned to Figaro with Edgar... He really had no other place to go. Mog and Umaro were back in Narshe... And Gogo? Well, he, she, whatever it had been, hadn't really kept in touch. Locke was still running around all over the world in search of treasure. Then there was Celes...
With a hard spin of the wheel he turned the airship about and headed for South Figaro.