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[Dec. 8, 2007][FFXII] Royal Engagement
Title: Royal Engagement
Day/Theme: Dec. 8, 2007 "Marriage without consent"
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Character/Pairing: Basch/Ashe
Rating: PG
"I never told you that you could marry me, Basch," Ashe spoke coldly as the new Gabranth approached her and removed his helmet.
Basch frowned, his scar-crossed brow creasing, "What, married? Who said that? We're not married."
The Landrian man seemed genuinely confused. He tucked the horned metal head covering under his arm and continued toward the queen, stopping just a few feet away.
"You've gone and put my feelings into knots anyway," Ashe said, a low tremor of hurt passing through her words. "I could've pursued a politically advantageous match with Al-Cid or some other man of rank, but now I must make the best of what I have with you."
Her words stung him. Basch had always kept his feelings muffled, but apparently they still had done their damage. "Could this not be a politically advantageous marriage as well?" he ventured.
"Perhaps," she mused, "If you wish to make it so. I for one will stick with the thing the cemented this relationship: love."
"A marriage for love? You Highness, is this some sort of cruel joke? ...Is this an unusual form of betrothal?" Basch puzzled, looking the Dalmascan monarch in the eye.
Ashe had always loved his sincerity, and the mix of confusion and yearning that she saw now was real. She had hoped she would not end up in this position. Choosing between tactics and love, she would pick love. "Yes, it's a proposal," she nodded. Her tone had noticeably softened. "And I've already talked to Larsa about it."
"Am I to be a trophy husband then? A gift from Archadia to Dalmasca?" his eyes twinkled, now that he saw there was real warmth behind this sentiment.
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Ashe purred, placing her rough, experienced hand on Basch's armored chest.
He took the head and placed it to his lips, savoring the familiar taste of her sun-worn skin. "I'll be whatever type of consort you want me to be."
"But there's only one kind you can be," she laughed, tossing her short hair, "Because you can only be yourself. You will be protective, stubborn, mature, and sincere. And I shall love you for all of it."
Day/Theme: Dec. 8, 2007 "Marriage without consent"
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Character/Pairing: Basch/Ashe
Rating: PG
"I never told you that you could marry me, Basch," Ashe spoke coldly as the new Gabranth approached her and removed his helmet.
Basch frowned, his scar-crossed brow creasing, "What, married? Who said that? We're not married."
The Landrian man seemed genuinely confused. He tucked the horned metal head covering under his arm and continued toward the queen, stopping just a few feet away.
"You've gone and put my feelings into knots anyway," Ashe said, a low tremor of hurt passing through her words. "I could've pursued a politically advantageous match with Al-Cid or some other man of rank, but now I must make the best of what I have with you."
Her words stung him. Basch had always kept his feelings muffled, but apparently they still had done their damage. "Could this not be a politically advantageous marriage as well?" he ventured.
"Perhaps," she mused, "If you wish to make it so. I for one will stick with the thing the cemented this relationship: love."
"A marriage for love? You Highness, is this some sort of cruel joke? ...Is this an unusual form of betrothal?" Basch puzzled, looking the Dalmascan monarch in the eye.
Ashe had always loved his sincerity, and the mix of confusion and yearning that she saw now was real. She had hoped she would not end up in this position. Choosing between tactics and love, she would pick love. "Yes, it's a proposal," she nodded. Her tone had noticeably softened. "And I've already talked to Larsa about it."
"Am I to be a trophy husband then? A gift from Archadia to Dalmasca?" his eyes twinkled, now that he saw there was real warmth behind this sentiment.
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Ashe purred, placing her rough, experienced hand on Basch's armored chest.
He took the head and placed it to his lips, savoring the familiar taste of her sun-worn skin. "I'll be whatever type of consort you want me to be."
"But there's only one kind you can be," she laughed, tossing her short hair, "Because you can only be yourself. You will be protective, stubborn, mature, and sincere. And I shall love you for all of it."