If I had home Internet or if this stupid computer didn't block FF.Net, I'd have chapter 2 up there already.
I'll start to post the beginning of 3, but somehow I doubt I'll get it all done (in three minutes 'cuz that's all I really have). This chapter basically got eaten by Roswell being emo, anyway.
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When Yggdra and Durant got to the bar, the queen was able to spot Roswell instantly. Whereas almost everyone else in the room was crowded around the circular tables in groups, talking and laughing and toasting the health of the as-yet successful negotiations amongst themselves, the Lord of the Black Rose sat at the mostly-deserted bar itself, slumped dejectedly with his back to the door and his only companions a tall crystal goblet and a half-empty bottle of deep red wine.
“Oh, dear…â€
“Sir Durant, you’re finally back…? Thank the gods.â€
Yggdra turned to see that she and her champion had been joined by one of Roswell’s necromancer countrymen. This one was slightly older than his lord, still dressed in his heavy ceremonial robes due to the lower temperature of the room, with his bone-white hair pulled back over his shoulders and his ruby-colored eyes anxious.
“Please… what happened here…?†Yggdra asked worriedly, pointing to Roswell where he sat.
The necromancer shook his head helplessly. “All I know is that milord got in an argument with Lady Rosary earlier today. He’s usually a little moody every time he and milady have one of their little marital spats, but it’s never been this bad before. Lord Roswell is a sensitive man, but he’s definitely not one to try to drown his troubles in the bottle. He’s always had more sense than that.â€
“I wouldn’t have expected him to do something like this either,†Durant admitted, placing his hands on his hips and staring over at the younger man. “Not with his tolerance to alcohol, if it can be called that.â€
“Lord Roswell isn’t as open about his emotions as he should be,†the necromancer said, “and he won’t talk to any of us, but surely you can get him to explain, Your Majesty. He trusts you in a way that he doesn’t trust anyone else. Please, do something…â€
“I’ll try my best,†Yggdra pledged. “I just hope I can get through to him so he’ll stop. This really isn’t good for him, or anyone…â€
Nodding to her knight and Roswell’s worried comrade, Yggdra slowly wove her way though the crowd, trying to plan what she should say. Would it be better to just engage Roswell in some other topic of conversation and veer him towards the subject of his argument with Rosary, or to confront him straight off? Would he be willing to say anything to her either way, even if she appealed to his better sensibilities? She’d never even seen Roswell drunk before, so she wasn’t sure if she should prepare for outbursts of violence or severe depression. All she knew was that she had to do something…
But as she slid onto the barstool beside Roswell’s and got a good look at his face, all her half-formed plans flew right out of her head.
“Oh, Roswell…†she groaned despairingly, reaching out to stroke his hair.
This post has been edited by Feral Phoenix: Feb 21 2007, 06:41 PM
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