Inkjay is BACK!
Hallo all! After many many months of procrastination, I have decided to update Inkjay! WHOO! And I have decided who I finally want Pfeiffer to end up with…muhaha! I hope you enjoy the chapter, and again, I am soo sorry for taking so long to update. I appreciate all you loyal people who are honest and leave reviews. You know who you are, and I want to thank you! :D So without further ado, here's chapter 9!
Chapter 9
Roxanne
Pfeiffer held her hand to her breast. She sucked in her breath in a sort of pain, and knocked on Roxanne's front door, feeling awkward for coming so late at night. The door was opened not by Roxanne, but by a man. He was tall and had sandy blond hair that fell to his shoulders. He looked older, in his late thirties perhaps, and his face was badly scarred. Pfeiffer wondered why.
"Erm, Roxanne, is she in?" The man began to yawn, but when his weary eyes rested on Pfeiffer's beautiful face; his mouth remained open as if a stick was wedged between his front teeth.
"Yes, yes, come in" The man was clothed only in a sort of robe, and Pfeiffer blushed when she realised how messy his hair was.
That Roxanne she thought. 48 years old and still active…wow… Pfeiffer almost giggled at the lipstick on the man's scarred face.
"My name is Pfeiffer" she said, looking around the small home. It looked as if it did not have enough furnishings.
"Hullo Pfeiffer, I'm Dustfinger." Dustfinger held out a hand, which Pfeiffer hesitantly shook. She had an idea on where it had been… "Roxanne!" Called Dustfinger. "Visitor for you." Many moments later a woman with black and grey hair stumbled into the room wearing a robe similar to Dustfinger's.
"My stars!" She cooed. "You're even more beautiful now that you've grown up! I never imagined that possible!" Pfeiffer blushed. "What is it you need darling?"
"Well, to be honest, I was caught up on the wall, and I've been shot, and-"
"OH MY!" Roxanne's eyes widened in horror, but admiration danced in Dustfinger's. "When? Why? How?"
"The Adderbrain's men have been after me. Well, they had me captured, so I got away, but the sentinels caught me on the wall. It was a lucky fall; I broke a few ribs, nothing serious. If it weren't for the soldier, I mean man that er, man that found me, I'd probably be dead."
"Alright child, I'll be right back. You wait here with Dustfinger." Roxanne left the house in a flash.
"Cross bow, huh?" Dustfinger looked Pfeifer up and down.
"Um, yes." Pfeifer lowered her gaze "If I may be so bold, what happened to-" Pfeifer touched a hand to her cheek. Dustfinger sighed heavily.
"Many years ago, a horrible man thought it would be funny to decorate my face. We how old, um, about 17." Dustfinger did not have the heart to tell Pfeiffer the whole story.
"Who would have done such a thing?"
"Basta."
Pfeiffer froze.
"…………………..B-Basta?"
"The only one around. Never without his accursed knife and peppermint leaves, I'm afraid." Pfeiffer couldn't speak. "What's wrong child? Looks as if you've swallowed your tongue."
"What did you do to Basta to make him so angry?" The words shot out of Pfeiffer's pretty mouth in an angry flow.
"Whoa! We both loved the same woman is all." Dustfinger was taken aback by Pfeiffer's harsh snap.
"He's not at all horrible! He saved my life…TWICE!" Dustfinger blinked.
"Do you love him?" He asked.
"WHAT? How am I supposed to know? All we've done is kiss! … oops." Dustfinger scrutinized Pfeiffer, and the admiration diminished from his eyes.
"Don't fall in love with him, Pfeiffer. He's a lying, cheating coward."
"Oh really?" Pfeiffer's temper started to flare. "HE DIDN'T NEED TO RESCUE ME THOSE TWO TIMES!"
"Because you are beautiful. What man wouldn't stumble over himself to rescue a beautiful lady such as yourself?" All went quiet in the small house.