Post by sexgod on Sept 15, 2012 12:14:19 GMT -5
They couldn’t keep his beautiful esper away from him forever. Kefka had come out with his best dress, all to impress, and they had snatched her right out from under his nose! The nerve of such people. The king of Figaro might want her for himself, but she really was his, he didn’t care what any little sex toy said. Why, she had even pledged herself to him, thrown herself into his arms willingly and whispered her vows of her love to him, and he to her. His life growing up had always been…empty. So empty, so void of the love and affection he had always craved, and then she had stepped into his life. With her majestic tresses that touched her ivory skin, and her emerald eyes that touched his soul. Calmness struck when he was running his fingers through her silky locks, the desire to please her as much as she pleased him. He knew exactly how to do so, what to say, how to ignite the passion deep within her. Even with the crown invading her silky tresses, he would be able to get her to do anything for him.
When had this happened?
Love had never been in the plan for Kefka. He had started in hopes of conquering the world, but along the way he’d ended up conquering something very different, a goddess fit for such a god as he was, with his perfectly sculpted appearances and the glorious sense of fashion that he possessed. Really, she hadn’t had a chance of battling his advances. Heaven knew she had tried, whispering her words of nonsense that this was wrong, and that she didn’t know what love was, that she could never truly love him. He had quickly sealed her protests with his promise of protecting her from the clutches of the evil group that threatened to take away from him and use her as nothing more than a pawn. How dare they! How could they look into her flecked orbs and use her? The same eyes that caused him to weaken at the knees.
Thus the reason why he was traipsing out in the middle of a desert. His expensive, hand-made booties, specifically made to protect his weak ankles from the wiles of that torture that was called ‘walking’ were getting ruined as they spoke. His love spoke lengths. He would even destroy his boots for her. It was almost as good as a grenade for her, but that might be taking things too far. He wouldn’t take a grenade for ya.
Until the heel broke. Snapping quickly, it threw him off balance so much that he was thrown to the sandy ground. The emotional terror he was going through while thinking his love might never come back to him, the heat making his brain woozy, his just learning how to deal with human emotions, and the broken heel caused the meltdown he had been trying so hard to suppress. A gasp uttered from his lips, before Kefka rolled to inspect the damage done. “My favorite bootie!”, he wailed, his fist slamming into the sand beneath him. Head rolled back to meet the shifting ground beneath, eyes prickling with the angry tears he wished to spill. “I broke my favorite bootie!”, he wailed again in despair. Love was difficult.
Immediately the two guards with him rushed to his side. “Lord Kefka, are you injured?”, came the worried voice of one. “You incompetent fool! Do you not see what has happened?! I’m broken, how can I…how can I recover from the evils of this desert? I cannot go on without my bootie! I cannot!”, he spoke out, nearly in hysterics. “But Lord Kefka, your goddess, she waits for you! You must go on.” Yes…yes he had to go on. His beautiful Terra was waiting for him to come and rescue her from that little flea Edgar.
Helped to his feet, Kefka tried to get a hold of himself, unable to look at the broken section of the heel, but ordered for his guard to bring it along. “Perhaps it can be mended Lord Kefka.”, one said hesitantly. “I’ve lost my beloved today,” he mournfully interjected, so weak with despair that he could hardly continue. Instead, he had to be held up by his two guards, his arms around their shoulder blades. How could he walk when one of his heels had shattered along with his soul? Instead he limped along, the thought of his second love clutching at his heart.
It continued that way until they were at the castle. But Edgar tried to deter him! How dare that flea keep his Terra from him?! And how dare he comment on his bootie?! He would rue this day! But first…he had to find Terra. And that was why he was currently underneath the bowels of the castle chambers, throwing rocks to hit the window. “Terra, Terra, where art thou fair goddess maiden? Show your ivory face and cherry red lips that I dream of kissing.”, he pleaded. “For my bootie has shattered in my quest to find you, my dearest, yet your god is here, to claim what is rightfully his. Show yourself to me so I may become my pyromaniac self and burn this wretched place down.”
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