Forbidden Lust, pt. 3

by Charra Loon - genisis51@juno.com

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Jothee looked at the stars from Moya. It was strange how his life has turned out. A part of him was glad. Now, he could finally be free to woo Elysia, just like he always wanted. The problem was...how to get her to feel for him the way he felt for her. He sighed. This just isn't going so well with him. Then, he heard footsteps. Jothee turned around, blade in hand, only to find it was only his father.

"Is everything all right?" D'Argo asked him.

"Yeah." Jothee replied, lowering the blade. "I'm just fine. Sorry about the blade. Force of habit."

"I understand." D'Argo looked at the blade his son had. It looked just like his own Qualta blade, only the center of the blade was silver instead of the Luxan custom of brown. "This is a very interesting sword." he complimented.

"Thank you. I made it myself."

"It must have won you many battles."

"Oh, I never really used it except for training."

"Not even against a certain Sebacean rebel leader?"

Jothee looked at D'Argo and sighed. "That obvious, huh?"

"Hmm." D'Argo nodded.

"Maybe I should leave her alone." Jothee suggested. "It's not like she feels the same way. But for some reason, I can't. I can't change what I feel about her." He turned to face D'Argo. "I suppose it's just another building block I got from you, huh?"

"Actually," D'Argo said. "You get that from your mother. She never knew when to give up even if it hit her in the face."

"So how did you get to her?"

"I didn't. She got to me."

"What was she like?"

"Very determined...I see parts of her in you. Just don't give up on Elysia."

"I won't. Speaking of which, I better get going. I think I can catch her in the sparring room." Jothee walked towards the door. "Thanks, Father." he said as he walked away.

D'Argo looked on with awe. "Lo'Ann." he thought. "If only you could see how our son's growing up."