At first, Locke was the subject of many whispered conversations, and target
of quite a few odd glances. After a couple of hours, he was completely
ignored, as if he were just another one of the many guests attending the
lovely ball. People began dancing once more, but no longer did any of the
girls approach Edgar, because of the presence of the thief.
Of course, it did not take much longer for Locke to make a fool of himself. He seemed to always have a full glass of wine, not his favorite of alcohols, but it was all they seemed to have at this party! Even treasure hunters needed some time to relax, and you just could not enjoy a party without a few drinks!
A few, twenty, what was the difference? It was all the same to Locke at that point. There was a strong blush stretching across his beautiful face just below his eyes, and across the bridge of his nose. His deep blue eyes were glassy, and his words, already slightly accented (or heavily accented to such prim and proper folk), were slurred.
It was a bit embarrassing for Edgar, but he was no saint himself. He was not in a drunken state, but he was in his usual lecherous one. If only he could get away from his comrade and find a lovely lady to dance with once more, and a closer look at some of the full bosoms that were floating about. It was as far as it could go. Edgar really was working hard to change his lecherous ways, so that he may have some chance with Terra. This is why all of these exquisite specimens would be going home tonight. In the past, at least one of them would have ended up in his bed. Ah, the things one sacrificed for love.
Edgar sat listening idly to Locke's drunken ramblings, but his beautiful blue eyes were gazing out on the dance for, watching as others had all the fun, and he was left to listen to a drunken fool. His left hand was propped up upon the armrest, while his right simply rested upon the other. His head rested upon the palm of his left in a rather bored fashion. He hoped that Celes had indeed left, and Setzer as well, for that matter. Both were close to him because of the adventure they all shared, but it was a situation he did not want to be brought into. A love triangle could be such a messy thing. Perhaps he was no less a fool than the thief. It was really that single name that led him to agree. Terra.
"Sho, that'sh how I got tha. thin" Locke mumbled at the end of his long and rather confusing tale about a ring and some ruins. Well, it started out as ruins, and then turned into a cave. Then a brothel. And finally some old ladies house. The ring turned into a dog, then a necklace. His thoughts were all scrambled and confused.
Locke leaned over the side of the chair, toward Edgar, his left arm stretching toward the floor, while his other rested upon the arm rest, him nearly on top of it. "Shay. Lemme tell yoo a shecret." He mumbled, while his left hand moved to the left pocket of his vest, and dug a round for a moment. "Ish reeeeeally, reeeally shpecial."
The exasperated young King slowly turned his blue eyed gaze toward the incoherent thief, a fine, blonde brow arching. What secret the man had to tell, he was sure it would be nothing more than absolute nonsense. It could be worse, of course. Locke could be attempting to strip himself down and chase after women naked. Edgar had done that once before himself. That was another story for another day.
From the thief's pocket emerged a ring. It was a very lovely little gold piece with a rather lovely jewel, a sort of pale blue color, and circular in shape. Surrounding the jewel were tiny diamonds. There were symbols engraved into the gold band, ancient writings, tiny and carefully centered. Locke held this object out for Edgar to see, a wide, crooked grin spreading across his lips.
"I'ma ashk Sheles to marry me." He slurred, practically oozing with pride and joy. "An' I didn' shteal it, if tha'sh wha' yer thinkin'. Ol' man had me shlavin' away for tree weeksh 'fore he'd even conshider makin' it." Locke let out a heavy sigh. What hardship he suffered!
"An' then." He continued in his drunken, though somewhat more coherent state. "I had to work four more weeksh, 'fore he made it. But ish done. Ishn't it nishe?" Locke beamed, waiting for some sort of agreement from Edgar. He was very proud that he had actually worked for it. The thief did not want his beloved Celes to have something that belonged to someone else. He wanted her to have a ring that was hers alone, from him.
"It is nice" Edgar nodded assuringly. It was definitely surprising to hear of Locke actually doing honest work. It was only because Locke was such an honest person (as far as words went), he would not have believed it. "I'm sure she will be very happy." And even though he said those words, Edgar was not sure they would be true. A slight frown tugged at the corner of his lips momentarily, but soon faded. After Locke had gone through so much trouble for her, and for him the work had been very tough indeed (Not because he lacked physical strength, which he really didn't, but because he really lacked a lot of the know how required for your everyday jobs), it would be dreadful to have her reject him and run off with another man. He wished for Locke's happiness. At the same time, he wanted Setzer to be happy too. Both men were his friends.
Locke shoved the ring back into his pocket. Both of his hands gripped the right arm rest, the thief holding himself up while leaning in closer. In a very serious, yet still drunken manner, her stated. "I luff her." Then, there was a pause, and a period of deep thought before he slurred out, "I luff yoo too. Edgar ish my besht buddy. Yoo wanna be my besht man, Edgar? Yoo have such nishe teef. Yoo would look nishe in pink." And, that was the end of Locke's slightly coherent state.
"Eh." Edgar's nose wrinkled slightly with disdain. Locke was beyond drunk. With a heavy sigh, he swept aside a few stray wisps of blonde from his handsome face, and murmured under his breath. "I love you too. Locke."
A smile quite similar to that of a content child made an appearance upon the face of the thief. It truly made him happy to hear Edgar confess his love. In a. manly. sort of way. With a heavy sigh, the treasure hunter slumped back into his seat. His hands played with his dusty blue vest momentarily before they both dropped down to his side. There was more unnecessary fidgeting, a deep sigh, followed by, yes, more fidgeting.
Edgar slowly arched at brow to Locke's sudden fidgeting. It was much better than his nonsense ramblings, but it was become rather annoying. His mood was of course, already souring due to the fact that he was unable to join in the festivities he himself had planned. He too, had to sigh, and slowly let his lids fall over his sparkling blue eyes, leaving him in semi- darkness.
"Excuse me" Came a soft voice, like that of an angel, gentle, smooth, well articulated. Edgar slowly allowed the curtains of his eyes to lift, and reveal that it was indeed an angel that came to speak with him. A fair skinned, blonde haired beauty, with the deepest brown eyes he had ever gazed upon. This blonde angel was petite, light on the curves, but all in all, very beautiful.
Locke's lips parted to allow a most obnoxious yawn escape while he stretched both of his slender, yet slightly muscular arms. "I'm sheepy. Mind if I sheep in the guesh room?" Inquired the drunken thief, fixing his glazed, dark blue eyes upon the handsome king, completely oblivious of the girl standing right there infront of the both of them.
"Hm? Yeah, sure." Edgar replied with a dismissive wave of his right hand. His attention was completely fixed upon this unknown creature, this vision of beauty. All he heard out of Locke's mouth was "Mind if I." and nothing more.
The treasure hunter pushed himself up to a wobbily stand, holding each arm slightly to the side to gain some sort of awkward balance before stumbling down from the throne. There were a couple of times it seemed that the drunken thief would fall over, and bumped into quite a few people on the way to the large double doors.
Of course, it did not take much longer for Locke to make a fool of himself. He seemed to always have a full glass of wine, not his favorite of alcohols, but it was all they seemed to have at this party! Even treasure hunters needed some time to relax, and you just could not enjoy a party without a few drinks!
A few, twenty, what was the difference? It was all the same to Locke at that point. There was a strong blush stretching across his beautiful face just below his eyes, and across the bridge of his nose. His deep blue eyes were glassy, and his words, already slightly accented (or heavily accented to such prim and proper folk), were slurred.
It was a bit embarrassing for Edgar, but he was no saint himself. He was not in a drunken state, but he was in his usual lecherous one. If only he could get away from his comrade and find a lovely lady to dance with once more, and a closer look at some of the full bosoms that were floating about. It was as far as it could go. Edgar really was working hard to change his lecherous ways, so that he may have some chance with Terra. This is why all of these exquisite specimens would be going home tonight. In the past, at least one of them would have ended up in his bed. Ah, the things one sacrificed for love.
Edgar sat listening idly to Locke's drunken ramblings, but his beautiful blue eyes were gazing out on the dance for, watching as others had all the fun, and he was left to listen to a drunken fool. His left hand was propped up upon the armrest, while his right simply rested upon the other. His head rested upon the palm of his left in a rather bored fashion. He hoped that Celes had indeed left, and Setzer as well, for that matter. Both were close to him because of the adventure they all shared, but it was a situation he did not want to be brought into. A love triangle could be such a messy thing. Perhaps he was no less a fool than the thief. It was really that single name that led him to agree. Terra.
"Sho, that'sh how I got tha. thin" Locke mumbled at the end of his long and rather confusing tale about a ring and some ruins. Well, it started out as ruins, and then turned into a cave. Then a brothel. And finally some old ladies house. The ring turned into a dog, then a necklace. His thoughts were all scrambled and confused.
Locke leaned over the side of the chair, toward Edgar, his left arm stretching toward the floor, while his other rested upon the arm rest, him nearly on top of it. "Shay. Lemme tell yoo a shecret." He mumbled, while his left hand moved to the left pocket of his vest, and dug a round for a moment. "Ish reeeeeally, reeeally shpecial."
The exasperated young King slowly turned his blue eyed gaze toward the incoherent thief, a fine, blonde brow arching. What secret the man had to tell, he was sure it would be nothing more than absolute nonsense. It could be worse, of course. Locke could be attempting to strip himself down and chase after women naked. Edgar had done that once before himself. That was another story for another day.
From the thief's pocket emerged a ring. It was a very lovely little gold piece with a rather lovely jewel, a sort of pale blue color, and circular in shape. Surrounding the jewel were tiny diamonds. There were symbols engraved into the gold band, ancient writings, tiny and carefully centered. Locke held this object out for Edgar to see, a wide, crooked grin spreading across his lips.
"I'ma ashk Sheles to marry me." He slurred, practically oozing with pride and joy. "An' I didn' shteal it, if tha'sh wha' yer thinkin'. Ol' man had me shlavin' away for tree weeksh 'fore he'd even conshider makin' it." Locke let out a heavy sigh. What hardship he suffered!
"An' then." He continued in his drunken, though somewhat more coherent state. "I had to work four more weeksh, 'fore he made it. But ish done. Ishn't it nishe?" Locke beamed, waiting for some sort of agreement from Edgar. He was very proud that he had actually worked for it. The thief did not want his beloved Celes to have something that belonged to someone else. He wanted her to have a ring that was hers alone, from him.
"It is nice" Edgar nodded assuringly. It was definitely surprising to hear of Locke actually doing honest work. It was only because Locke was such an honest person (as far as words went), he would not have believed it. "I'm sure she will be very happy." And even though he said those words, Edgar was not sure they would be true. A slight frown tugged at the corner of his lips momentarily, but soon faded. After Locke had gone through so much trouble for her, and for him the work had been very tough indeed (Not because he lacked physical strength, which he really didn't, but because he really lacked a lot of the know how required for your everyday jobs), it would be dreadful to have her reject him and run off with another man. He wished for Locke's happiness. At the same time, he wanted Setzer to be happy too. Both men were his friends.
Locke shoved the ring back into his pocket. Both of his hands gripped the right arm rest, the thief holding himself up while leaning in closer. In a very serious, yet still drunken manner, her stated. "I luff her." Then, there was a pause, and a period of deep thought before he slurred out, "I luff yoo too. Edgar ish my besht buddy. Yoo wanna be my besht man, Edgar? Yoo have such nishe teef. Yoo would look nishe in pink." And, that was the end of Locke's slightly coherent state.
"Eh." Edgar's nose wrinkled slightly with disdain. Locke was beyond drunk. With a heavy sigh, he swept aside a few stray wisps of blonde from his handsome face, and murmured under his breath. "I love you too. Locke."
A smile quite similar to that of a content child made an appearance upon the face of the thief. It truly made him happy to hear Edgar confess his love. In a. manly. sort of way. With a heavy sigh, the treasure hunter slumped back into his seat. His hands played with his dusty blue vest momentarily before they both dropped down to his side. There was more unnecessary fidgeting, a deep sigh, followed by, yes, more fidgeting.
Edgar slowly arched at brow to Locke's sudden fidgeting. It was much better than his nonsense ramblings, but it was become rather annoying. His mood was of course, already souring due to the fact that he was unable to join in the festivities he himself had planned. He too, had to sigh, and slowly let his lids fall over his sparkling blue eyes, leaving him in semi- darkness.
"Excuse me" Came a soft voice, like that of an angel, gentle, smooth, well articulated. Edgar slowly allowed the curtains of his eyes to lift, and reveal that it was indeed an angel that came to speak with him. A fair skinned, blonde haired beauty, with the deepest brown eyes he had ever gazed upon. This blonde angel was petite, light on the curves, but all in all, very beautiful.
Locke's lips parted to allow a most obnoxious yawn escape while he stretched both of his slender, yet slightly muscular arms. "I'm sheepy. Mind if I sheep in the guesh room?" Inquired the drunken thief, fixing his glazed, dark blue eyes upon the handsome king, completely oblivious of the girl standing right there infront of the both of them.
"Hm? Yeah, sure." Edgar replied with a dismissive wave of his right hand. His attention was completely fixed upon this unknown creature, this vision of beauty. All he heard out of Locke's mouth was "Mind if I." and nothing more.
The treasure hunter pushed himself up to a wobbily stand, holding each arm slightly to the side to gain some sort of awkward balance before stumbling down from the throne. There were a couple of times it seemed that the drunken thief would fall over, and bumped into quite a few people on the way to the large double doors.