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anythingdrabbleTitle: Hidden Agenda
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:the_paradigm
Characters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo (Basch/Penelo if you want)
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 311: Work
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Age Gap
Spoilers: End-Game.
Summary: He is enjoying this, but he is never off duty. Part V of a Drabble Sequence. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention, A Vertical Challenge, Intentional, and Bait and Switch.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“This is better,” Penelo breathed deeply, peering into the night sky. “It’s a shame you can’t see the stars from here.”
“There are other things worth the viewing,” Basch remarked, and though he stayed a respectable pace behind her, the tiny bumps he could see on her arms told him she understood. The moon gleamed in her straw-colored hair, against her high cheekbones, when she turned to him.
She was lovely.
“Does Lord Larsa know?” he asked finally, staring down into her rain-grey eyes. Penelo tilted her head in silent question. “That you are here for business, and not pleasure?”
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:
the_paradigmCharacters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo (Basch/Penelo if you want)
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 311: Work
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Age Gap
Spoilers: End-Game.
Summary: He is enjoying this, but he is never off duty. Part V of a Drabble Sequence. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention, A Vertical Challenge, Intentional, and Bait and Switch.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“This is better,” Penelo breathed deeply, peering into the night sky. “It’s a shame you can’t see the stars from here.”
“There are other things worth the viewing,” Basch remarked, and though he stayed a respectable pace behind her, the tiny bumps he could see on her arms told him she understood. The moon gleamed in her straw-colored hair, against her high cheekbones, when she turned to him.
She was lovely.
“Does Lord Larsa know?” he asked finally, staring down into her rain-grey eyes. Penelo tilted her head in silent question. “That you are here for business, and not pleasure?”
