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[030] (Re)United (Final Fantasy XII)
Title: (Re)United
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Characters/Pairings: Penelo/Basch
Rating: G
Challenge: 030 - Moment of Truth (Amnesty 027)
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-Canon, doesn’t particularly matter.
Word Count: 282
Summary: A short, abstracted view of a single decision.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
He remembers when she wore her hair in thick plaits, decorated with feathers. Her eccentricities have not abated over the years, but grown. Her braids, now, are more intricate and stylized, somehow both savage and practical, and they only serve to heighten the effect of the features of her face that have sharpened into womanhood.
She remembers how sallow and pale he once was, how thin and haggard and beast-like he could be when he fought, or even just when he spoke. He resembles it still in the light from the dim sconces, the way the shadow of his beard softens the sculpted nature of his cheeks, the way his eyes are alight even in the darkness. He is strong and healthy and well-groomed now, no longer a man on the brink of death, and his countenance is more imposing now than it ever was.
Neither of them are what they were, and yet to each other they have changed little.
For her, his smile is forever soft and gentle and warm, and her fingers through his close-cropped hair are as tender and affectionate as the first day she entreated to heal him. They are both shy to touch, to explore this boundary they have determined should be negotiated on new terms, beyond friends.
What luck, to be afforded such a gift as a dearest companion in the strangest of places. What work of the gods, then, to find your love for them boundlessly reciprocated when you previously thought it an impossibility.
His heart is as full as his hands are of her flaxen hair, as his mouth is of her eager breath, as her eyes are of unshed tears of joy.
Crossposted:
fan_flashworks - Old Friends (Amnesty)
sweetandshort - Aug Bingo: Hair, Luck, New, Candle
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Characters/Pairings: Penelo/Basch
Rating: G
Challenge: 030 - Moment of Truth (Amnesty 027)
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-Canon, doesn’t particularly matter.
Word Count: 282
Summary: A short, abstracted view of a single decision.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
He remembers when she wore her hair in thick plaits, decorated with feathers. Her eccentricities have not abated over the years, but grown. Her braids, now, are more intricate and stylized, somehow both savage and practical, and they only serve to heighten the effect of the features of her face that have sharpened into womanhood.
She remembers how sallow and pale he once was, how thin and haggard and beast-like he could be when he fought, or even just when he spoke. He resembles it still in the light from the dim sconces, the way the shadow of his beard softens the sculpted nature of his cheeks, the way his eyes are alight even in the darkness. He is strong and healthy and well-groomed now, no longer a man on the brink of death, and his countenance is more imposing now than it ever was.
Neither of them are what they were, and yet to each other they have changed little.
For her, his smile is forever soft and gentle and warm, and her fingers through his close-cropped hair are as tender and affectionate as the first day she entreated to heal him. They are both shy to touch, to explore this boundary they have determined should be negotiated on new terms, beyond friends.
What luck, to be afforded such a gift as a dearest companion in the strangest of places. What work of the gods, then, to find your love for them boundlessly reciprocated when you previously thought it an impossibility.
His heart is as full as his hands are of her flaxen hair, as his mouth is of her eager breath, as her eyes are of unshed tears of joy.
Crossposted:
fan_flashworks - Old Friends (Amnesty)sweetandshort - Aug Bingo: Hair, Luck, New, Candle