[FINAL FANTASY XII] THE CEREMONY OF THE ANIME ~ BASCH / ASHE
I'm a girl.
are the three and a half at night and still did not go to sleep. Actually I have a little 'bronchitis, and I think I'm the only person of the earth who wakes up to his own cough. Or maybe not?
I wanted to tell you that I can scanerizzare designs for Fanart Meme until after 15, so you'll have to wait ... Anyway I have someone ready, including a VincentxYuffie, as required by a user. Or maybe it was CloudxYuffie? xD (So you know that I would do that, your prompt inspired angst too).
Meanwhile, place a short and quick for a fanfiction challange called The Prompting Post , a species without necessarily Porn_Fest Porn. And since there are ripimpo:
The Prompting Post
Title: The ceremony of souls
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Basch / Ashe
Prompt: lanterns on the water
Words: 1500
Raiting: PG
From the high ground saw only many indefinite shining flames floating on the water surface as red leaves. The sea and burned s'insanguinava under the setting sun, which made him already own fascinatingly brilliant. Ashe closed his eyes, bowed his head and rubbed the ring with your thumb in a slow, almost hypnotic way.
"What," asked Enchantment with Vaan, closer to the cliff of the plateau on which they stood.
"And 'the ceremony of souls," said Fran voice unchanged, "a celebration in memory of people killed during the war of Archadia. For every lost soul lights a candle and put it in a lantern that is left adrift in the sea. "
reached a childhood friend Penelo, rising on tiptoe to see better than palm fronds on coast. "Vaan, Reks we buy one for us too," he suggested gently. Pulled him by the arm and they ran along the rocky road that led the beach.
"I had never seen so many people in Costa Phon," estimated Basch with his usual, inscrutable seriousness. Balthier arched an eyebrow and one corner of his mouth.
"So much the better. More from merchants to take the bait. "
Basch turned to see the last row, about ten meters away from the party, which remained silent with his head down and lost in some kind of secret thoughts.
"They were so many, victims ..." murmured the knight, this time with voice more bitter. The princess stood up returning to his worldly austerely regal pose.
"It should not happen again," decreed.
Ashe wandered lonely in the crowd, following the crowd, and would be unrecognizable even a princess in her clothes were so many people around her, locked in a secret cabinet could be better than any other place where she had taken refuge. He told his companions that he would be absent and returned to camp alone. No one objected, Phon Coast was a place with too many people and too small to attract danger.
The only danger was that Lady Ashe was emotional.
Basch looked at from a distance while crowded with people in a shop of lanterns. The video includes a head towards the shore of the sea and wet your hands while posing on the water, slowly, carefully, following it with a steady gaze of someone who is aware of the destiny of everyone.
The broad-shouldered, straight as ever, and inhuman stillness that made it more difficult, and stronger than a rock. Invarcabile was beautiful, it was said Basch, even when he thought the dead.
Suddenly the girl is devastated, he gave a shake of a couple of people who stood outside and entered the water, brisk walk off. The rider was banned for a moment, he followed the race until after he entered the water, the water touched his life.
"Ashe!" He called, while his arms trying to give the thrust to accelerate the trend. The princess turned and could not hide the shock on his face.
"The ring ..." he murmured. "I do not have the ring on the finger ... Must essermisi marched hand in the water and immerse the ... "
Ashe looked down carefully, while she felt for my feet to move the sand and spread it evenly. At one point sank completely, returning to the surface soon after with a broken shell. She threw it away and disconsolate, and repeated the previous action. Basch imitation.
The sun, the stars began to appear in the sky and outnumbered lanterns beneath them.
Basch felt the touch of the Princess on his arm. They looked upon finding a reflection of the other, disheveled, wet, broken.
"Enough," Ashe said in a voice slightly. "Back from the others."
"But the ring ..."
"E ' only one object, "marked the princess in a firm voice. "It 's just a ring. Rasler not only this. "
He gave his back and went out of the water. Basch had never seen such small and fragile shoulders.
Vaan and Balthier carrying crates containing shields and armor, hobbling and wobbling on unsteady ground at every step, while Fran, sitting on the cool sand and leaning against a rock, limava his arrows next to a fire that had yet to begin to revive. Ashe passed them without them even knowing it, quiet, lively, and clouded by dark night without light. Approached the tent and there he stood, squinting and circling his hand over the other. It was supposed
soon get used to that feeling of faintness.
a room. High arched windows. She was on her knees and saw the face of Rasler seemed still pulsing with life. In a gesture of shame, hid the tears through the black silk dress.
"You promised me you would come back ..." murmured Ashe with the hand that wavered in the air, undecided whether to touch the face of the prince or retire. "You promised me that ..."
He clung to the coffin and winced.
"How will I to love you if you're not here? "
The ring had begun to fade before his tomb.
"must be expressed in both, that ring. E 'of the royal family, "estimated Balthier while maneuvering the Strahl, eyeing the finger of the princess. She turned it over between your thumb and forefinger.
"Once shone the most."
"It makes no difference. If it resells to the noble men of Archadia I would give his soul for it ... "
" They can also be expressed in both, "Basch interjected," but for Lady Ashe priceless. "
" Why? "Vaan asked.
Ashe replied, matter: "I gave it Rasler."
There was no love in his voice.
was in the tent, lying down. He heard muffled voices over the cloth and propped his elbows on his back arching backward.
"What the hell have you done?"
Balthier seemed shaken, and it was rare for this to happen.
"Where is Lady Ashe?" Said Basch.
She looked out and found it even more careless of before. He had blond hair forward, stuck to his forehead, the protection of iron on the shoulder strap and a loose belt hanging from a party.
"Lady Ashe," he said, all delighted, "I found the ring."
He opened his palm and leaned forward. The princess could not utter a word.
"The light of the lanterns lit for a moment and I managed to catch him."
Ashe licked the ring with the tips of the fingers and picked it up from the palm of Basch.
"has lost its luster because your Majesty's always the rub with the fingers, "reported the fatherly," and it was scraped during the fighting. The tarsus is a very precious and delicate marble. "
It set her hair and smiled providential.
"It remains a ring of value as it gave it to Prince Rasler."
Knight saw the back of his princess shaking slightly.
"It seems that you more you keep me in this ring ..." Ashe thought. Basch
expression changed. In the eyes of a stranger might have seemed that of a lover.
"I wish your happiness."
Ashe saw him disappear into the darkness as it had arrived. The girl's face could be seen a weak smile and clumsy, the first of the day.
The fire was stoked and a cool breeze coming from the sea. Someone said they were the voices of the souls of war dead whom we thank.
Penelo tells the story of Vaan had been together for half an hour in front of the shop lanterns because he did not know which to choose, if you want a lighter and faster. "That Reks has exceeded all" enthusiastic about repeating the blond.
"Next time we'll have a competition to see who arrives first at the cemetery, "ridiculed Balthier. Vaan decided not to hear him biting into a potato to the fire. Fran smiled as he took off his helmet to go to bed.
Lady Ashe was already in bed, near the fire, and kept tossing and turning the ring around the ring. Besides, Basch was loosing his boots.
The princess remembered his father without his ceremonial clothing, on those rare occasions when he was free from any administrative task, that caressed the face while he was lying on the bed canopy. He recalled the already old hands, gnarled and bony and his diplomatic way of speaking of love.
"Do not pregevolezza is a jewel to make it unique, but its intrinsic value. "
Rasler It was not that he saw through his ring (too long did not see him more), but Basch's smile, her hair wet and scarduffati and hands under the water close to hers that she felt for the sand and covered with salt.
He turned and looked at the man. "Basch."
He looked up. "Yes?"
"Thank you for the ring."
For the first time in a long time, the vacant look of Ashe sparkled in the dark night bright as the lights of the lanterns which still continued to travel toward the horizon. Basch's eyes was priceless.
I wanted to tell you that they are aware that it is absurd that Basch Ashe called only by name, but he did, though not explained, not to say to half the world that was all that the princess in Costa Phon Ashelia was there and she was alive.
No porn, I had warned. Next time give me more to do.
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