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“Is asking for cuddles afterwards really too much for you?” (forgive him hes so gay)
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Ah, one too many bottles of wine, and a night of debauchery later sees him failing to escape the knight’s quarters unnoticed. Because now comes the part with feelings that he knows are there but is still too afraid to act upon them. Sex is so much easier. Even if his body this morn is telling the pirate differently. No wonder Basch had been so good with hammers…
Letting the sheer blouse of moss coloured silk cover a nights worth of passion, Balthier sits back down, perching upon the end of lovers bed. “ I assumed you might have to rise early to perform your duties, “ And pretend to be your brother, “ It seemed rude of me to get in the way of that… “ This is definitely one of the more worse excuses used to bail out of a man’s bed. Basch deserves a lot better than a pathetic lie, he deserves better than him.
Emerald green peers towards the elder, strands of golden brown hair falling into his comely face. Lips quirk into a small smile but doesn’t quite make it to a smirk. “ Though I suppose I shan’t deny you it if that is truly your wish. “ He speaks in a softer tone than usual, devoid of arrogance or devilry, his heart thumping loud enough to hinder hearing almost anything else. Love is hard. But it feels a little easier when he sees the jewels that are his lovers eyes, for they are most priceless steal of all.
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balthier
“ Celebrate it ? Not at all. We’re un-celebrating it. And you cannot count wine as a product of St Valentines day, for it is consumed on a daily basis by many souls with varying reasons as to why. Perhaps if it were a specific brand created especially for the holiday, then it would count. “ People instantly begin to move aside at his presence in the tavern, some staring, a whisper here or there, and a few even sharing words with the outlaw as they make their way to his preferred table. Being a celebrity often bought quite a bit of attention. He makes a few vague gestures at the barmaid which will ensure what they seek is delivered promptly to them.
“ And after all that has happened as of late I think we’re both entitled to many drinks. “ Seating himself upon a plushly pillowed purple chair. Balthier leans back and observes the man opposite him, pleased to have tempted him into a little bit of sinful delight. “ Though you’re certainly looking a far sight better than when I last laid gaze upon you. Those eyes have regained a lot of spark. I approve. “
Basch didn't understand many things about Balthier. But one of the largest, most glaringly obvious things he couldn't understand was the fame (notoriety) and how little it seemed to faze him. Basch, who became antsy and uneasy when a pair of eyes lingered on him too long, could not grasp the ease with which Balthier bore dozens of eyes and attentions.
"Spark?" he echoed, giving a breath of a laugh that felt foreign in his own throat. The cushion of the chair at his back felt foreign too. "I don't know about all that. But I'd wager that steady eating and a change in environment can do wonders for a man. Sparky eyes included."
He scratched absently at his hair, and almost didn't ask the next question. "That's good, right? You meant that in a good way, I mean. I hope."
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—give this a little like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a steaming royal pile of shit !! ( a.k.a. VAYNE CARUDA SOLIDOR from ffxii ) will probably try to manipulate u and get his coup d'état on !!
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ehhhh still a wip
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@artfuldandy / ( X )
An unexpected invitation. Basch’s eyes flitted across Balthier’s features, as if waiting for the punchline of a joke. But none came, to his further surprise.
“Seems a little ironic to inadvertently celebrate a holiday only moments after mocking it,” he observed, not unamusedly. “And to participate in the capitalism of it all—unless, of course, the wine was stolen. In which case, I think it would be a fine protest to the sham of a holiday.”
He decline to mention that he was, perhaps, a little pleased to have been invited at all.
“I will, then,” he decided. “It’s been too long since I drank anyway.” Very long. “A little wouldn’t hurt.”
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—And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
GABRANTH & BASCH FON RONSENBURG
of FFXII
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gives him a little valentines rose. ;)
When had been the last time he had received a gift?
What counted as a gift, even? An extra ration of bread from a sympathetic prison guard? Less beatings for his insolence? The way his brother had kept alive, even if for his own selfish reasons?
Basch was of the mind that gifts were earned. But try as he might, he could think of nothing he had done that had merited the gesture, small as it was.
He reached rough fingers for the stem, and noted the way the satiny petals contrasted with the lattice of muscle and scar hewn into his thin skin.
“Thank you,” he said with a surprise beneath the gruffness. “I… What is this for?”
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❛ You never told me why you set me free. ❜
° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART II. - ACCEPTING
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“ What the devil are you bringing that up for man ? “ He asks, tone brimming with surprise, curiosity too embedded at its core. That was an adventure which felt like a lifetime ago now, for he had seen many more dungeons, and more men of unlucky fortunes. In truth the answer sought is a simple enough one though he wonders if their gloriously reinstated captain is seeking a more deeper reasoning than what he can offer.
The gold embellished pirate shrugs and sets his bawdy literature down to give the quiet knight full attention. “ Well, in truth it really was an accident letting you go. We jumped unto your wonderful looking prison cage and crashed into the sewers. I felt rather indifferent to you—-that is, until your story was explained. “ At this point the youth takes a break to pour himself a second goblet of that sublime Archadian red, noting the floral undertones as it hits his tongue. Perfection.
“ Now…where was I ? “ Leaning back once more, jewel green eyes find the grey of his companies whilst piecing together what occurred next. “ Ah, yes, you told us the story of you and your brother. Having once been a judge myself and then moved into the art of sky piracy. I consider myself to be a rather good judge of character, you see. And you’ve not the eyes of a liar nor the voice of one. Therefore I chose to believe your tale of treachery and surprise surprise, Balthier was right as per usual. Does that answer your question, Captain ? I could make a sonnet of it if that might please you. “
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Basch fon Ronsenburg [ Final Fantasy XII ]
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