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The night seemed to fly by, at least for Setzer. He was so busy with the young girl, that he had completely forgotten why he was there in the first place, nor did he notice the golden haired beauty when she entered. Winded, he politely asked to be excused from the dance floor for a small break. With a warm smile, he placed a kiss upon her tanned hand before striding off toward those two seats that always occupied the room, one taken by the handsome lump that was Edgar.
A seat was taken within the other, pale lips expelling a small sigh. His gaze fell upon the young king who had the widest grin plastered upon his face that he had ever seen. It seemed much too mischievous for Setzer to simply leave it alone. "What is it?" A snowy brow was arched, casting his comrade an inquisitive look.
"Oh, just thinking to myself." From Edgar's point of view, it would seem like Setzer had developed some sort of attraction for the young girl he had danced with for so long. Of course, he could be wrong, but who danced with someone they did not like, for that long? He brushed aside a few wisps of blonde, focusing his dazzling blue orbs on the gambler. "Celes is here."
Had Setzer not been so colorless already, all color would have left that scarred visage. Celes was here? Where? Why hadn't Edgar told him? Why had she not come to speak to him? Was it because of the girl? He scanned the room, furiously searching for the object of his desire, but try as he might, he could not pick out his golden haired angel from the rest of the people that filled the room. Rising from his chair, he made one more attempt to sweep the room with his eyes, desperately searching. Had she left?
An elbow came to rest upon Edgar's chair, his head resting a top his hand. After producing a bit of an obnoxious yawn, he gave a wave of his other hand toward the door. "She went outside sometime ago. I doubt she left. Feel free to roam about." Of course, the young king could have been wrong; she could have run right out. She hadn't seemed too pleased when she ran out. In fact, she had been practically brimming with jealousy. It was interesting. He thought she had Locke... And he was aware of the fact that she had used poor Setzer in order to make Locke more attentive to her.
Brow furrowing, Setzer strode toward the door, slipping past people, moving across what currently served as the dance floor. He ignored any who attempted to talk to him. His mind was focused on one thing. Celes.
The night air was cool, refreshing after the work out he had been through. Lids drifted over his eyes a moment as a breeze brushed over him, carrying the familiar, sweet scent to his nostrils. "Celes..." Opening his eyes, he calmly began his search for her, knowing, hoping she was still there.
His search seemed to be in vain. It seemed she was nowhere to be found. Sighing, Setzer began to stride back to those large doors that would lead him back to the festivities. However, he paused, glancing toward that tower that was serving as his guest room. Eyes narrowed a moment, his head canting to the side slightly. For a moment, he thought he saw something up there. Had it simply been his imagination? Drawing in a deep breath, he decided to search this one last place, though hope had already left him. Boots thudded upon stone, and then softly fell upon the carpeted surface that made up Figaro's library. His steps down the stairs were slow, for he was in no big hurry to see what he knew he would find there. Disappointment.
The door was pushed open, Setzer's slender form slipping into the room. The scent rushed to greet him, tickling his senses. Closing the door quietly behind him, he quickly rushed to the stairs, moving up them swiftly, though forcing himself to take them one at a time. His tall, slender form emerged at the top of the tower, back into the cool night air.
She was standing there, golden locks blowing gently in the breeze. Her back was to him, most of it bare, uncovered by the white fabric that covered most of her body in the form of an elegant ball gown. Setzer's heart was beating rapidly within his chest, though it was not caused by fear. He was excited, eager to see her.
Slow steps carried him forward toward his angel, closing the distance that lay between them. Standing directly behind her, he placed his gloved hands upon her bare shoulders. His head moved down slightly, lips brushing against her left ear as they moved, allowing a soft tone to pour forth. "Celes.... We need to talk."
"Don't touch me..."Her tone held a tad bit of anger within it. She shrugged his hands off her shoulders, before turning to go, but Setzer blocked her path, placing both hands against the stone barrier that she had been standing against. He wasn't going to play her games. Not tonight. Not after all the torment he went through night after sleepless night.
This only fed her fury.
Powder blue eyes narrowed, anger burning within them as she a gazed upon his scarred visage. "I am sure your future bride would not appreciate it." Celes had seen how he danced with her, heard how everyone talked. The purpose of that ball was to find Setzer a wife.
A slight growl left the gambler, growing slightly impatient with the pale faced female. "First, why should it matter to you if I am engaged to someone, or not? You used me, remember? I was merely a pawn in your little game. Nothing more than a plan to get your darling thief to pay you more attention. Second, I have no future wife. I suggest you put aside this preposterous jealousy you seem to be filled with, and listen to what I have to say, because you are going nowhere until I finish. Is that clear?"
Celes' brows furrowed, her hand turning to the side with a huff. She could leave at anytime she saw fit, but just to humor him (or perhaps herself) she would stay and listen to what nonsense he had to say.
"Look at me." A slender digit and thumb gently guided her head so that her gaze was upon him. He no longer gave off an irritated look, but a look of pain, which took her slightly by surprise. "Do you understand what you have done to me? Did you not realize that I love you, that I was in love with you before you came to me that night? Were you aware that by coming to me, I had actually believed that you wanted me? That I would finally be able to have you? Not simply as a lover, but a partner, a companion. Are you aware of what you have done to me? I can't sleep, I hardly eat, I can't concentrate on anything... I need you Celes, and if it takes all my life, I will pursue you."
"Setzer..." Her own face took on a pained expression. Had she really had such an affect on him? What she had done was wrong, this much she knew... And though her original intentions had simply been to make Locke jealous, Celes did feel something for Setzer, something she had refused to acknowledge, that she had pushed down inside. It was something she could not bring herself to tell anyone. After all, she had Locke, wasn't that enough? But the expression, the pain, the sorrow that was painted all over that scarred face made her think differently. Was Locke enough? Was it what she really wanted? "I..."
Her words were cut off by Setzer's lips, pressed gently against hers. Lids slowly drifted closed over her lovely blue eyes, her hands hesitantly moving up to slip about his neck, pulling her slender form closer to him.
Setzer deepened the kiss, sliding his arms around her waist holding her slender form close to his own. Was this another dream? Or was it indeed reality?
* * *
"Edgar! You're having a party with out me!" The young king's head jerked up, his eyes widening slightly as they fell upon the lanky form that stood within the door way... The thief was definitely under dressed for the occasion. All seemed to stop, eyes focusing upon the rather poor looking fellow that stood within the doorway.
The night seemed to fly by, at least for Setzer. He was so busy with the young girl, that he had completely forgotten why he was there in the first place, nor did he notice the golden haired beauty when she entered. Winded, he politely asked to be excused from the dance floor for a small break. With a warm smile, he placed a kiss upon her tanned hand before striding off toward those two seats that always occupied the room, one taken by the handsome lump that was Edgar.
A seat was taken within the other, pale lips expelling a small sigh. His gaze fell upon the young king who had the widest grin plastered upon his face that he had ever seen. It seemed much too mischievous for Setzer to simply leave it alone. "What is it?" A snowy brow was arched, casting his comrade an inquisitive look.
"Oh, just thinking to myself." From Edgar's point of view, it would seem like Setzer had developed some sort of attraction for the young girl he had danced with for so long. Of course, he could be wrong, but who danced with someone they did not like, for that long? He brushed aside a few wisps of blonde, focusing his dazzling blue orbs on the gambler. "Celes is here."
Had Setzer not been so colorless already, all color would have left that scarred visage. Celes was here? Where? Why hadn't Edgar told him? Why had she not come to speak to him? Was it because of the girl? He scanned the room, furiously searching for the object of his desire, but try as he might, he could not pick out his golden haired angel from the rest of the people that filled the room. Rising from his chair, he made one more attempt to sweep the room with his eyes, desperately searching. Had she left?
An elbow came to rest upon Edgar's chair, his head resting a top his hand. After producing a bit of an obnoxious yawn, he gave a wave of his other hand toward the door. "She went outside sometime ago. I doubt she left. Feel free to roam about." Of course, the young king could have been wrong; she could have run right out. She hadn't seemed too pleased when she ran out. In fact, she had been practically brimming with jealousy. It was interesting. He thought she had Locke... And he was aware of the fact that she had used poor Setzer in order to make Locke more attentive to her.
Brow furrowing, Setzer strode toward the door, slipping past people, moving across what currently served as the dance floor. He ignored any who attempted to talk to him. His mind was focused on one thing. Celes.
The night air was cool, refreshing after the work out he had been through. Lids drifted over his eyes a moment as a breeze brushed over him, carrying the familiar, sweet scent to his nostrils. "Celes..." Opening his eyes, he calmly began his search for her, knowing, hoping she was still there.
His search seemed to be in vain. It seemed she was nowhere to be found. Sighing, Setzer began to stride back to those large doors that would lead him back to the festivities. However, he paused, glancing toward that tower that was serving as his guest room. Eyes narrowed a moment, his head canting to the side slightly. For a moment, he thought he saw something up there. Had it simply been his imagination? Drawing in a deep breath, he decided to search this one last place, though hope had already left him. Boots thudded upon stone, and then softly fell upon the carpeted surface that made up Figaro's library. His steps down the stairs were slow, for he was in no big hurry to see what he knew he would find there. Disappointment.
The door was pushed open, Setzer's slender form slipping into the room. The scent rushed to greet him, tickling his senses. Closing the door quietly behind him, he quickly rushed to the stairs, moving up them swiftly, though forcing himself to take them one at a time. His tall, slender form emerged at the top of the tower, back into the cool night air.
She was standing there, golden locks blowing gently in the breeze. Her back was to him, most of it bare, uncovered by the white fabric that covered most of her body in the form of an elegant ball gown. Setzer's heart was beating rapidly within his chest, though it was not caused by fear. He was excited, eager to see her.
Slow steps carried him forward toward his angel, closing the distance that lay between them. Standing directly behind her, he placed his gloved hands upon her bare shoulders. His head moved down slightly, lips brushing against her left ear as they moved, allowing a soft tone to pour forth. "Celes.... We need to talk."
"Don't touch me..."Her tone held a tad bit of anger within it. She shrugged his hands off her shoulders, before turning to go, but Setzer blocked her path, placing both hands against the stone barrier that she had been standing against. He wasn't going to play her games. Not tonight. Not after all the torment he went through night after sleepless night.
This only fed her fury.
Powder blue eyes narrowed, anger burning within them as she a gazed upon his scarred visage. "I am sure your future bride would not appreciate it." Celes had seen how he danced with her, heard how everyone talked. The purpose of that ball was to find Setzer a wife.
A slight growl left the gambler, growing slightly impatient with the pale faced female. "First, why should it matter to you if I am engaged to someone, or not? You used me, remember? I was merely a pawn in your little game. Nothing more than a plan to get your darling thief to pay you more attention. Second, I have no future wife. I suggest you put aside this preposterous jealousy you seem to be filled with, and listen to what I have to say, because you are going nowhere until I finish. Is that clear?"
Celes' brows furrowed, her hand turning to the side with a huff. She could leave at anytime she saw fit, but just to humor him (or perhaps herself) she would stay and listen to what nonsense he had to say.
"Look at me." A slender digit and thumb gently guided her head so that her gaze was upon him. He no longer gave off an irritated look, but a look of pain, which took her slightly by surprise. "Do you understand what you have done to me? Did you not realize that I love you, that I was in love with you before you came to me that night? Were you aware that by coming to me, I had actually believed that you wanted me? That I would finally be able to have you? Not simply as a lover, but a partner, a companion. Are you aware of what you have done to me? I can't sleep, I hardly eat, I can't concentrate on anything... I need you Celes, and if it takes all my life, I will pursue you."
"Setzer..." Her own face took on a pained expression. Had she really had such an affect on him? What she had done was wrong, this much she knew... And though her original intentions had simply been to make Locke jealous, Celes did feel something for Setzer, something she had refused to acknowledge, that she had pushed down inside. It was something she could not bring herself to tell anyone. After all, she had Locke, wasn't that enough? But the expression, the pain, the sorrow that was painted all over that scarred face made her think differently. Was Locke enough? Was it what she really wanted? "I..."
Her words were cut off by Setzer's lips, pressed gently against hers. Lids slowly drifted closed over her lovely blue eyes, her hands hesitantly moving up to slip about his neck, pulling her slender form closer to him.
Setzer deepened the kiss, sliding his arms around her waist holding her slender form close to his own. Was this another dream? Or was it indeed reality?
* * *
"Edgar! You're having a party with out me!" The young king's head jerked up, his eyes widening slightly as they fell upon the lanky form that stood within the door way... The thief was definitely under dressed for the occasion. All seemed to stop, eyes focusing upon the rather poor looking fellow that stood within the doorway.