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shape, or form.
Setzer never did quite figured out why Figaro was out in the middle of nowhere, though, upon a bit of thought, it seemed common sense that a desert would be the best place for his moving castle. His original destination had been South Figaro, but he had lost his nerve on the way, and stopped just before passing over Figaro Castle.
A moment of pause was taken to give him time to brush off his boots before striding up the stone steps that led to the entrance of Figaro. There was no need for the guard to question who he was, for there was no other man who had the same look that Setzer did. Paler than the moon, garbed in dark clothing, with long silky strands of hair equally as pale. Without confrontation, he pushed open the double doors that led into the first small hallway of Figaro. His strides were long, quick paced, boots padding upon the carpet. It only took a moment before he returned to the outside, tromping upon the sand covered stone. One thing he detested about Figaro was the sun. Definitely too much damn sunlight in the desert.
Edgar sat upon his throne, his left arm propped up upon the left arm of the royal seat, his head resting atop his fist. His lids rested over his dazzling blue hues, almost giving an appearance of slumber. A thin brow slowly arched due to the sound of some slight commotion just outside the doors leading to the throne room, though it did not seem to be much.
"Sir, you can't just barge in... Excuse me, sir, please wait! Sir!"
The doors were thrown upon with such force that it nearly caused Edgar to fall out of his seat. Wide awake, and slightly wide eyed, his blue hues focused upon the entrance that had been so rudely removed of obstacles. He half expected it to be some sort of trouble maker, who had some sort of problem with him, or an accusation along the lines of impregnating a daughter.
Those eyes were certainly glad to see that it was nothing of the sort, but an old, pasty comrade striding toward him. Rising from his chair, Edgar took a few steps forward, a grin tugging at the corner of his pale lips.
"Lost? I didn't think there were any Casinos for miles." That grin only grew wider after his light teasing.
"What, can't I pay an old friend a visit, without the presence of a risk or wager?" Setzer's long strides stopped just a few feet short of Edgar's position, a gloved hand coming to rest upon his hip, while the other moved up, pushing the white strands away from his scarred face.
"Yes, yes, of course. How have you been?" Turning, Edgar moved back to his throne, blonde strands swinging slightly with his movements. With somewhat of a yawn, he took a seat, his left hand running over his face.
Setzer gave a slight tilt of the head, brows furrowing a moment as if he were contemplating the answer to a difficult question. Seemingly oblivious to the question Edgar had asked, he parted his lips, replying quite bluntly, "I need a favor."
Arching a brow, Edgar sat up, leaning forward within his royal seat, his elbows resting upon his knees. "Did you lose all your money? I can't reach into the treasury and throw your more to gamble away, Setzer. You are a friend, I know, but there are certain responsi-"
"It's Celes." He wasn't even allowed to finish before Setzer cut him off hastily, unconcerned with the accusation that were being made not even a moment ago. His mind wasn't processing anything as it should. He could barely eat, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't gamble. Wrong or right, he needed to see her again, not as a friend, but as a lover.
Lids slowly slid closed over the sparkling blues of the young king, a slight frown forming upon his lips. His chin came to rest within his hands, his brow furrowing. News had already reached him of what had occurred... From Locke himself. The thief, treasurer hunter, whatever he wished to be called, had been much more than a little unpleased. Edgar couldn't say that he really blamed him. It was one thing to have a stranger make love to your woman, but it was another to have a friend do it. On the other hand, Edgar couldn't rightfully think badly of the man. How many women had he been with over time? And how many of them were taken? No, he would be a hypocrite for telling him that what he did had been wrong, though Edgar was cleaning up his act. He had to, if he was to pursue Terra.
"I... hm..." Edgar's chewed upon the bottom of his lip, indecisive as of what to say. This was his field of expertise, assuming that Setzer's favor was in regard to what he thinking of. What else could it be? If he simply wanted to see Celes, then why not go and see her? Did he need his help for that? Of course, perhaps he didn't want to see her... Sighing heavily, the king lifted his head, blue eyes opening partially. "What is it...?" he inquired, somewhat dreading the truth.
Before giving any sort of answer, Setzer's arms slid behind his back and he turned, pacing back and forth from stone to carpet, and back to stone.
"I can't sleep" he began, lowering his head slightly, white locks covering his visage. "I can't eat, I can't do a damn thing! How do I fix this? How do I make it all go away, back to how it was?" He tossed his head back, ivory locks falling from his face before he continued. "This isn't like rolling the dice, or tossing a coin. I win, or take what I want in some grand dramatic way. What the hell do I do?!"
In his last few words, his voice had risen with obvious anger and frustration that startled Edgar. He had assumed it to be more of a fling, than something that sounded this serious. Ah, but then again, he had seemed quite taken with her not even a few hours after they had boarded his airship. They had been so busy in their plight, that Edgar had no real time to pay attention to such things, so he had no clue how much his fondness for her had grown. Even so, what more could he do, then help him perhaps pursuit a different woman? He could not offer another man's woman to him. Not Locke's.
Shaking his head slightly, Edgar pushed himself to his feet. One hand came to rest upon his side while the other rested atop his golden locks, tied back neatly. "What am I supposed to tell you to do, Setzer? Pursuit her? Steal her from Locke? What if it was just a one time fling? What if she was just feeling lonely and needed someone for that moment? You could be trying for something that is a hopeless cause! And what of your friendship for Locke? There are so many women out there, Setzer! I'll hold a Ball every week! We can find you someone else!"
"NO!" Setzer bellowed, his pacing coming to a halt. Turning to face the young king, eyes burning with anger, he strode up to him, tilting his head back to gaze upward at the taller man. A stranger might easily assume that he would strike the young king. His rage was quite visible upon his ivory face, though despite his heated feelings it seemed to bring out no color. "No..." He sighed, lowering his head.
Edgar gazed down at him with great concern. Never had he seen him like this. Never had he gone into such a rage. Everything was always win or lose, he cared so little about so many things. "Alright," He mumbled softly, closing his eyes momentarily. "No Balls."
"Help me..." The plea was quiet at first, his head remaining lowered. His passion on the subject was so strong, that he was actually shaking. He could no longer stand it, he needed to see her again, or rid her from his thoughts. "Help me and I'll..."
"Setzer..."
"I'll guarantee you Terra's love!" Lifting his head, he took a step back, all expression erased from his pale, scarred face.
Those blue orbs shot open, gazing at his comrade with some amount of shock for his sudden outburst. Guarantee Terra's love? And how did he plan to do such a thing? But he had never known Setzer to make a bad deal... He shook his head, what an absurd thought. Even still... He couldn't let his friend suffer so.
Running his hand over his face, he let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head slightly. "Edgar, what are you thinking?" After a brief pause, he added "I'll do it."
With only a slight nod, Setzer turned, and began striding toward the entrance of the throne room, Edgar following close behind. There was much planning to do.
Setzer never did quite figured out why Figaro was out in the middle of nowhere, though, upon a bit of thought, it seemed common sense that a desert would be the best place for his moving castle. His original destination had been South Figaro, but he had lost his nerve on the way, and stopped just before passing over Figaro Castle.
A moment of pause was taken to give him time to brush off his boots before striding up the stone steps that led to the entrance of Figaro. There was no need for the guard to question who he was, for there was no other man who had the same look that Setzer did. Paler than the moon, garbed in dark clothing, with long silky strands of hair equally as pale. Without confrontation, he pushed open the double doors that led into the first small hallway of Figaro. His strides were long, quick paced, boots padding upon the carpet. It only took a moment before he returned to the outside, tromping upon the sand covered stone. One thing he detested about Figaro was the sun. Definitely too much damn sunlight in the desert.
Edgar sat upon his throne, his left arm propped up upon the left arm of the royal seat, his head resting atop his fist. His lids rested over his dazzling blue hues, almost giving an appearance of slumber. A thin brow slowly arched due to the sound of some slight commotion just outside the doors leading to the throne room, though it did not seem to be much.
"Sir, you can't just barge in... Excuse me, sir, please wait! Sir!"
The doors were thrown upon with such force that it nearly caused Edgar to fall out of his seat. Wide awake, and slightly wide eyed, his blue hues focused upon the entrance that had been so rudely removed of obstacles. He half expected it to be some sort of trouble maker, who had some sort of problem with him, or an accusation along the lines of impregnating a daughter.
Those eyes were certainly glad to see that it was nothing of the sort, but an old, pasty comrade striding toward him. Rising from his chair, Edgar took a few steps forward, a grin tugging at the corner of his pale lips.
"Lost? I didn't think there were any Casinos for miles." That grin only grew wider after his light teasing.
"What, can't I pay an old friend a visit, without the presence of a risk or wager?" Setzer's long strides stopped just a few feet short of Edgar's position, a gloved hand coming to rest upon his hip, while the other moved up, pushing the white strands away from his scarred face.
"Yes, yes, of course. How have you been?" Turning, Edgar moved back to his throne, blonde strands swinging slightly with his movements. With somewhat of a yawn, he took a seat, his left hand running over his face.
Setzer gave a slight tilt of the head, brows furrowing a moment as if he were contemplating the answer to a difficult question. Seemingly oblivious to the question Edgar had asked, he parted his lips, replying quite bluntly, "I need a favor."
Arching a brow, Edgar sat up, leaning forward within his royal seat, his elbows resting upon his knees. "Did you lose all your money? I can't reach into the treasury and throw your more to gamble away, Setzer. You are a friend, I know, but there are certain responsi-"
"It's Celes." He wasn't even allowed to finish before Setzer cut him off hastily, unconcerned with the accusation that were being made not even a moment ago. His mind wasn't processing anything as it should. He could barely eat, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't gamble. Wrong or right, he needed to see her again, not as a friend, but as a lover.
Lids slowly slid closed over the sparkling blues of the young king, a slight frown forming upon his lips. His chin came to rest within his hands, his brow furrowing. News had already reached him of what had occurred... From Locke himself. The thief, treasurer hunter, whatever he wished to be called, had been much more than a little unpleased. Edgar couldn't say that he really blamed him. It was one thing to have a stranger make love to your woman, but it was another to have a friend do it. On the other hand, Edgar couldn't rightfully think badly of the man. How many women had he been with over time? And how many of them were taken? No, he would be a hypocrite for telling him that what he did had been wrong, though Edgar was cleaning up his act. He had to, if he was to pursue Terra.
"I... hm..." Edgar's chewed upon the bottom of his lip, indecisive as of what to say. This was his field of expertise, assuming that Setzer's favor was in regard to what he thinking of. What else could it be? If he simply wanted to see Celes, then why not go and see her? Did he need his help for that? Of course, perhaps he didn't want to see her... Sighing heavily, the king lifted his head, blue eyes opening partially. "What is it...?" he inquired, somewhat dreading the truth.
Before giving any sort of answer, Setzer's arms slid behind his back and he turned, pacing back and forth from stone to carpet, and back to stone.
"I can't sleep" he began, lowering his head slightly, white locks covering his visage. "I can't eat, I can't do a damn thing! How do I fix this? How do I make it all go away, back to how it was?" He tossed his head back, ivory locks falling from his face before he continued. "This isn't like rolling the dice, or tossing a coin. I win, or take what I want in some grand dramatic way. What the hell do I do?!"
In his last few words, his voice had risen with obvious anger and frustration that startled Edgar. He had assumed it to be more of a fling, than something that sounded this serious. Ah, but then again, he had seemed quite taken with her not even a few hours after they had boarded his airship. They had been so busy in their plight, that Edgar had no real time to pay attention to such things, so he had no clue how much his fondness for her had grown. Even so, what more could he do, then help him perhaps pursuit a different woman? He could not offer another man's woman to him. Not Locke's.
Shaking his head slightly, Edgar pushed himself to his feet. One hand came to rest upon his side while the other rested atop his golden locks, tied back neatly. "What am I supposed to tell you to do, Setzer? Pursuit her? Steal her from Locke? What if it was just a one time fling? What if she was just feeling lonely and needed someone for that moment? You could be trying for something that is a hopeless cause! And what of your friendship for Locke? There are so many women out there, Setzer! I'll hold a Ball every week! We can find you someone else!"
"NO!" Setzer bellowed, his pacing coming to a halt. Turning to face the young king, eyes burning with anger, he strode up to him, tilting his head back to gaze upward at the taller man. A stranger might easily assume that he would strike the young king. His rage was quite visible upon his ivory face, though despite his heated feelings it seemed to bring out no color. "No..." He sighed, lowering his head.
Edgar gazed down at him with great concern. Never had he seen him like this. Never had he gone into such a rage. Everything was always win or lose, he cared so little about so many things. "Alright," He mumbled softly, closing his eyes momentarily. "No Balls."
"Help me..." The plea was quiet at first, his head remaining lowered. His passion on the subject was so strong, that he was actually shaking. He could no longer stand it, he needed to see her again, or rid her from his thoughts. "Help me and I'll..."
"Setzer..."
"I'll guarantee you Terra's love!" Lifting his head, he took a step back, all expression erased from his pale, scarred face.
Those blue orbs shot open, gazing at his comrade with some amount of shock for his sudden outburst. Guarantee Terra's love? And how did he plan to do such a thing? But he had never known Setzer to make a bad deal... He shook his head, what an absurd thought. Even still... He couldn't let his friend suffer so.
Running his hand over his face, he let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head slightly. "Edgar, what are you thinking?" After a brief pause, he added "I'll do it."
With only a slight nod, Setzer turned, and began striding toward the entrance of the throne room, Edgar following close behind. There was much planning to do.