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dizzyspells2013-01-24 03:38 am
edgar_roni) wrote in dizzyspells2013-01-24 03:38 am
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Royal Pains.
[Edgar prided himself on being a man of his word. He always kept true to it, even if the circumstances called for him not to (or if it would benefit him if he didn't). So when the time came for him to either let the so-called bandit go or haul 'him' back to Figaro, it was clear the young king had already made up his mind. He did say he was going to do it and he had no intention of fibbing. Even if it meant a lengthy journey back. The time could be better spent scaling up the tower and rescuing the trapped Princess but Edgar, in his infinite wisdom, figured he would get in better graces with her parents if he himself arrested and booked the 'man' that dared to defile their precious daughter. Besides, it wasn't as if she wouldn't be there when he returned.
This was all easier said than done, of course. After a number of miles, all of which were traveled wearily on foot as his suspect was hog-tied and placed over the back of his chocobo, he cursed the day he decided to ever be so honest and valiant. His feet hurt, he was hot and sweaty, the rations were running low and, frankly, he was tired. Of everything.
He shot Faris a dirty look over his shoulder when they passed a road-sign. One direction pointed towards Figaro, the other Tycoon.]
You've become a lot more trouble than you're worth, you know that?
This was all easier said than done, of course. After a number of miles, all of which were traveled wearily on foot as his suspect was hog-tied and placed over the back of his chocobo, he cursed the day he decided to ever be so honest and valiant. His feet hurt, he was hot and sweaty, the rations were running low and, frankly, he was tired. Of everything.
He shot Faris a dirty look over his shoulder when they passed a road-sign. One direction pointed towards Figaro, the other Tycoon.]
You've become a lot more trouble than you're worth, you know that?
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Don't start with that.
[She's heard the phrase your highness about a hundred too many times this evening. Pushing herself off of the doorframe, she walked over to the guardrail next to him.]
If you hadn't stopped me, I'd be halfway across the ocean by now.
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Hm.
[He still had airs to keep up and she would eventually exploit it if he continued avoiding looking at her -- so he turned and leaned back against the rail, his posture slightly slouched.]
There's nothing stopping you from going now. Or is there?
[Slowly but surely, he was growing relaxed in her presence. Most likely due to the fact that she seemed rather uncomfortable in her current getup.]
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No, but if I just disappear, there's sure to be more guys like you showin' up to "rescue" me back home.
[A grin pulled at the edge of her mouth and she watched him out of the corner of her eye.]
But, if I were to, say, take an extended trip to another country with a chaperon... There wouldn't be any reason to send knights in shining armor out after me.
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Where the hell had she been all his life?]
...hm.
[Feeling his face grow hot -- and not due to the humid weather -- he rolled his neck till it popped and shifted around some more against that guardrail.]
A chaperone, eh? Why would you need one of those?
[Smirk.]
Not big enough for traveling on your own, are you?
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[She turned, finally looking at him. Was it just her, or was his face turning red?]
I won't be any trouble. You just take me to Figaro with you, and when we get there, I can go on my merry way, and everyone here can keep on thinkin' that I'm safely tucked away in the castle with you.
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[Of course there was a catch. He felt stupid for thinking otherwise.
Still, he took the opportunity and ran with it. When would it ever come up again, anyway?]
You'd use just about any excuse to be in my company, I see.
[He pushed his back up off the guardrail and, despite his inner turmoil, he toyed with a strand of her long, purple hair.]
And if I do go along with this insane idea of yours, what's in it for me?
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[Still, there was no reason that he should want to help her. Payback only goes so far, so, for the moment, she would indulge him.]
What do you want for it?
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[He tilted his head and squinted at her. Nothing they'd done suggested he was indebted to her. Unless there was something he'd forgotten in the past few whirlwind hours...]
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["This mess" being returning to home and being treated like a princess.]
Whatever, does it matter? Are you gonna help me or not?
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[His shoulders sagged and he shrugged, finding no other reason to argue with that train of thought. It could be interesting. It could be disastrous. Either way, it was better than staying here in Tycoon, lonely and homesick.]
But.
[And he leaned in, holding up his index finger.]
On one condition.
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[The look Faris gives Edgar is more than suspicious. She wasn't expecting him to actually agree.]
What's the condition?
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He wouldn't exploit that, however.]
Easy there, I won't suggest you marry me or anything. Though that would be fun, if only for a little while...
[He pressed the index against the tip of her nose.]
Spend an entire day with me in Figaro.
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[Her tone is dubious, as if expecting there to be some sort of catch.]
I thought you were sick of me when you were gettin' ready to dump me in Tycoon's prison.
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[Matter-of-factly, too.]
But a man can change his mind, can't he?
[And he leaned back away from her just then, to inspect the lead gathered under his thumbnail -- occupational hazard of tinkering around with small clocks and pencils.]
So, what do you say? Will you spend a full twenty-four hours in Figaro, as my guest?
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[And she could venture a few guesses as to why. Faris wasn't born yesterday.]
And then what? I'll be free to do whatever I want? What's the catch?
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You said you wanted to venture off into the sea, didn't you? You can do so from South Figaro. Whatever you choose to do after that day is entirely up to you.