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anythingdrabbleTitle: Hit and Run
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:the_paradigm
Characters/Pairing: Basch/Penelo; Larsa, Al-Cid
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 148: Aftertaste
Word Count: 200
Warnings: Age Gap (Implied)
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: He's tasted blood now. And it's sweet as cherries. Part XII and finale of a Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-XI here @ Ao3. THE END.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“My brother, the Emperor, will send his thanks for your cooperation in this matter,” Al-Cid crooned from the doorway. “House Trajen is forever pursuing means of martial power, and it seems these rumors of the potency of auracite have become too tempting for them to neglect.”
“It is the least we can do to maintain efforts for peace,” came Larsa’s slightly deeper—but cracking—teenage tenor. “Does Vaan really think that disguise was good?”
Basch did not turn to either of them upon their entrance to the gardens. His eyes were locked on the bright-eyed girl with the mischievous grin, blowing him a kiss from across the wide courtyard, now out of his reach. The tip of his tongue lingered on his bottom lip as he watched her slip into the shadows.
“They will be back,” Al-Cid continued, his voice ever a yawning drawl, “once the pirates realize who actually hired them.”
“It is good then that they are friends,” Larsa chuckled, startling Basch by gently tapping his arm. “Our dear Penelo is ever in search of a new challenge, is she not?”
Basch’s heart raced. “Indeed, Your Excellency,” he answered gruffly, thankful that his collar covered his blushing neck.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:
the_paradigmCharacters/Pairing: Basch/Penelo; Larsa, Al-Cid
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 148: Aftertaste
Word Count: 200
Warnings: Age Gap (Implied)
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: He's tasted blood now. And it's sweet as cherries. Part XII and finale of a Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-XI here @ Ao3. THE END.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“My brother, the Emperor, will send his thanks for your cooperation in this matter,” Al-Cid crooned from the doorway. “House Trajen is forever pursuing means of martial power, and it seems these rumors of the potency of auracite have become too tempting for them to neglect.”
“It is the least we can do to maintain efforts for peace,” came Larsa’s slightly deeper—but cracking—teenage tenor. “Does Vaan really think that disguise was good?”
Basch did not turn to either of them upon their entrance to the gardens. His eyes were locked on the bright-eyed girl with the mischievous grin, blowing him a kiss from across the wide courtyard, now out of his reach. The tip of his tongue lingered on his bottom lip as he watched her slip into the shadows.
“They will be back,” Al-Cid continued, his voice ever a yawning drawl, “once the pirates realize who actually hired them.”
“It is good then that they are friends,” Larsa chuckled, startling Basch by gently tapping his arm. “Our dear Penelo is ever in search of a new challenge, is she not?”
Basch’s heart raced. “Indeed, Your Excellency,” he answered gruffly, thankful that his collar covered his blushing neck.
