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Luxord and Celine; unfinished

Who: Celine (

primeprayer) and Luxord (

stackthedeck)
Where: Celine and Xigbar's room; #129
When: Early hours of the morning of the 30th. (forward dating ftw.)
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol.
Summary: Celine's upset; Luxord's solution is rum. And talking.
the Story:

Shuffling his deck of cards for what seemed like the millionth time that morning, wary turquoise eyes flickered to the terminal, the soft pulse of light the monitor was giving off the only light in the room at such an early hour. Most of the mansion's residents were probably fast asleep by now, yet Luxord couldn't help but stay awake; there were too many things on his mind, too many questions.

Sighing a little, he quickly contacted Celine before pocketing the medallion Saix had given him - he'd promised to never part with it, and it was too precious to him to leave behind - and heading to the kitchen to pick up a few bottles of rum, as many as he could carry in his arms. By the sounds of things, the sorceress would need it - though as he cradled the bottles in his arms precariously as he started up the steps, the gambler hoped that she wasn't a giggly drunk. Either way, he'd be killed for this. Possibly.

Luxord stopped when he got to the required floor, and silently numbered off the doors in his head, eventually reaching 129. Or at least, what he hoped was 129; there were hardly any candles or whatnot lit at this time of the morning to light the way.

Hoping he wouldn't disturb Xigbar - as Celine was expecting him, but he highly doubted the sniper was - he once again balanced the bottles precariously before knocking lightly on the door three times, standing back and holding his breath slightly.

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The sorceress in question had been sitting on the floor in her room, and had been leaning against the door since Luxord had said he was going to come up and see her. She didn't want to disturb Xigbar, as he almost definitely wouldn't appreciate it, so as soon as the gambler knocked on the door she opened it and slid outside into the corridor, shutting it quietly behind her.

"I don't want to disturb him..." she whispered so quietly that he almost couldn't hear her, wiping the tears from her eyes, "so you don't mind if we just stay out here, do you? It's not the most ideal talking-and-drinking location, but it should be alright, right? Celine was well aware that she was babbling, but there was so much on her mind at the moment, she couldn't help herself.
"...sorry," she shot him a sheepish smile, and took some of the bottles from the gambler's arms, opening one and finishing, "I just... I don't even know the real reason I'm upset, you know darling?"

Most useless explanation ever, she feared.

As soon as the door opened, Luxord saw how upset she truly was -- usually sparkling purple eyes were puffy and red-rimmed from hours of crying, her usually neat hair in disarray. Whatever was troubling her had sure done a number on her, and if he could feel anything right now, it would be sympathy for the petite sorceress.

"Falling in love with a Nobody... Nobodies and love altogether are a difficult subject," he said quietly, patting her on the head awkwardly, "but when you love them and they are attracted to another too?" Most of what he was saying was wild speculation, but by Celine's question in her journal, he hoped he was hitting the nail on the head.
"You have nothing to apologise for - here, sit down and have a drink with me. Tell me what's wrong, what's troubling you - believe me, I understand more than you may be aware."

"Please, please don't bring that up right now," she whispered, her voice strained. She had told Xigbar that whatever his decision was, if he even had one to make in the end, she would support him -- but that still wouldn't stop it hurting, nor her worrying that she would be left on her own again. Dias and Rena had already vanished, ripping any hope that she still had left from her -- she hated, hated to think that the same would happen again. But it was inevitable, wasn't it?

Taking the hint, she took a seat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh. "Darling, if I told you everything that was on my mind, we'd be here until winter turned into spring. And I know you know..." she said softly, taking a small sip of her rum. She didn't think it wise to mention Elphie; as much as she wanted the two of them to patch things up, she also didn't want to interfere or mention her friend; it was highly possible that was still a sore subject for the gambler.

"As you may've guessed, darling, I'm... afraid, I suppose," Celine said eventually, but not before taking a swig of rum. "I don't know what's going on right now with Xigbar -- I..." she smiled a little sadly, "I love him, and I just want what's best for him, so seeing him so... I don't know if torn up is the right word, but. Seeing him like this hurts me too, you know?" She sighed, settling against his arm and closing her eyes, relaxing against him. He was rather warm, and in the cold winter air, it was exactly what she needed right now.

Resisting the urge to shake his head and sigh a little, Luxord instead sculled quarter of one of the bottles of rum, sliding his free arm around her shoulders before eventually replying, "Alright love, I understand. Just you do the talking, and I'll do the listening. Whatever you have to say. Okay?"

The gambler chuckled a little, nudging her gently to urge her to drink more of the rum, as though all of her troubles would vanish if she did so. "We've got all night - er, well, okay I suppose it's all morning now - and until Mr. Grumpy in there wakes up, you can talk for as long as you need to. That's the whole purpose of our little meeting, love - well, other than to get completely drunk and wasted off our faces, but. I'm your friend, you know, you can talk to me."

Luxord was opening his second bottle by the time she spoke, and he blinked once before her words registered. "Whatever you do, consider it thoroughly, m'lady, before you go acting too rashly. Yes? Xigbar isn't... quite as private a man as our Superior and Saix, but he's. He can be close sometimes, yes?"

Xigbar, and Xaldin, hm? The gambler had known of them being... well, together, but that was ages ago. Back when they were still looking for their hearts, when they still had residence in The World That Never Was. Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, it wasn't his business, and he pushed it from his mind.
"Of course seeing him like this hurts you. But until he confides in you, and lets you know exactly what's going on with the pair of you, and indeed your future together, there isn't... particularly anything you can do but worry, hm?" Luxord didn't mean to sound unkind to the young sorceress, but he didn't exactly have much other choice.

Celine had a low tolerance for alcohol, and though she had only consumed a third of the bottle's contents already she was feeling a bit off-colour. Sighing, she shuffled a little closer to the gambler, wishing she had worn something other than her nightie out here. It was freezing -- well, obviously. It was the middle of winter, after all.

At his nudging, she sipped at her rum with a little reluctance, not wanting to get exactly smashed -- but then, considering recent events, well... Celine felt a little bad for it, but it was reduced to a sixth of its original contents in moments. "Hey, he isn't Mr. Grumpy!" she protested, hitting him with her near-empty bottle. "He's one of the sweetest men you'll ever meet, actually. Nicer than most of your creepy Organization guys, at any rate." She didn't comment on the rest of his 'speech', instead just choosing to nod and finish off the rest of her bottle of rum.

Celine shrugged her shoulders a little, getting the gist of what he was saying, but not entirely... getting it. If she hadn't known him better, she'd have definitely said how much of a lightweight he was.
"I already respect his privacy, darling," she pointed out, and said nothing more about it, not even acknowledging the warning. She wasn't stupid, after all.

She scowled. "You didn't have to put it quite so harshly, you know darling. Way to crush a woman's hopes and dreams forever," she said flatly, closing her eyes to try and stop herself from crying again. 'What a weakling! Crying in front of a man -- whatever must he think!?'
"So, basically, you're saying I should wallow in my misery and worry myself to death until he tells me something, is that it?" Celine hissed, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin ontop of them. She would not cry. Nope nope nope.

"You're a silly girl, you know. Does the intelligence match the beauty?" he smirked, unzipping his coat and wrapping it around her petite frame before she could protest. Silly women; always had such a low tolerance for the cold.

"Is that the alcohol talking, or is this genuine feelings? Because if it's latter, then I'm pretty certain we aren't talking about the same Xigbar, here," the gambler chuckled, ruffling her hair again before taking another swig from his bottle. 'Sweet' and 'Xigbar' were really not two words taht Luxord had ever expected to see or hear in the same sentence - but then again, Larxene aside, he really wasn't sure how the sniper treated women.

"Sure you do! And that's, that's very good. You keep playing the role of good little innocent girlfriend, and everything will be alright. Not being nosey, you know. Whatever."

Luxord tilted his head a little to the side, and frowned. "I know I put it rather harshly, love, but it's the truth. I'm sorry I couldn't have put it any better, but you deserve to hear it straight, not softened with cushions and candy floss."
Sighing, he pulled her closer to him, pressing a friendly kiss to her forehead. "No, that is not at all what I'm saying. Question him all you like, but be cautious about it, of course. Don't nag, don't ask too many questions. I'm sure he hates you being upset over this, but until the two of you have got to the bottom of it, what can you do but worry? Really?"

"Of course I'm a silly girl! Honestly, what did you expect? A miracle?" For the first time that day, a genuine smile graced her face, and she even giggled a little. "Surprisingly enough, darling, it does~ Though I don't always show it, of course." She kissed him on the cheek as a brief and friendly thank-you, settling back against the wall again with a slight sigh.

"They're genuine feelings, you moron!" she protested, hitting him with her empty bottle once again in mock hurt. Obviously, there were two sides to Xigbar, and Luxord had only seen one. What a shame he hadn't seen the sniper's other side, she thought smugly, but kept it to herself. "He really is quite sweet, well, depending on the situation. What would you know," she huffed, sticking her tongue out at him.

"You couldn't have put it any harsher if you'd tried, actually," she sniffed, rubbing her eyes to get rid of any tears that had started to form there before he could see it. "I do realise that, but you... you don't have to shove reality in my face when I hardly want to be confronted with it at the moment!"

Celine just let him pull her in closer, inwardly flinching at the kiss, but saying onthing about it. "Of course I'm going to be cautious and careful? What do you think I'm going to do, just demand all the answers from him or else? W... why do you..." Horrified, she burst into tears, and hid her head in her hands. It was all too much, and rather than help, Luxord was only making matters a great deal worse, really.

"Well, I did, but perhaps I'm expecting too much from the little drunk sorceress?" he joked, patting her on the head again. He was glad to see that she was relaxing and lightening up a bit, and Luxord grinned at her comment. "Maybe you should show it a little more often, and you'd get the credit you deserved," he laughed, tightening his grip on her shoulder ever-so-slightly.

"Are you sure about that?" he teased her, feigning hurt as the bottle made contact with his body. "Oooh, someone's a little weakling!" he teased, ruffling her hair. "Xigbar, sweet? Now that side of him I would pay absurd amounts of money to see," he snickered, sticking his tongue out at her in return. "I wouldn't know; I'm hardly the one dating him, am I?"

Luxord pulled a face and pulled the sorceress into a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'm sorry, love; I didn't mean for it to come off so badly. But, I'm just telling it as it is, yes? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me?"

He rubbed her back soothingly, trying to calm her down and cheer her up, but as soon as she burst into tears any plans of talking back were lost, and he just held her in his arms, hugging her tightly. "There there, love. It'll be alright." This was a little awkward, Celine crying on his jacket, but she needed a friendly hug right now, and that's what the gambler was there for.

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