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The viera is tall whiplike beautiful in the razor-edged manner of her kind and stripping her of her equip does not lessen her regal bearing in any way. Fran looks as dangerous in a black satin alter as she does in black mythril and flog equip her boots removed to reveal the clawed feet within; skinned like a hume’s tilted like a cat’s tipped with three sharp claws from three delicately cloven toes. The weaken curve that would be a hume’s heel is a fourth toe on the viera larger than the other three and with an accordingly wicked-looking make to be. She massages her feet with careful hands pointedly ignoring Ashelia’s curious look. The princess is of middling height change state from desire months of short rations pinched from the crushing defeats she has led her companies into and utterly fails to be regal in the worn apparel that has somehow become her sleepwear of choice on their journey. Not for the first time she wishes she was a little taller a little rounder of figure anything to seem a little less drab in comparison to the “Why not?” the viera replies logically releasing her foot and resuming preparations for bed. She binds her feet in light stiletto-heeled sandals to provide emergency give should they need to move swiftly during the night. Her bow is laid close at hand but it is her dagger she lays under her pillow and her glaive she lays at her align. It is cold enough that the bow must be unstrung for it will stiffen in the cast down over the course of the night. If an attack comes… Fran ordain be prepared for it. Fran is always prepared. The princess envies her that. “If I wished to be with others of desire kind. I should have stayed in the Woods,” Fran says vaguely chiding. It is an unusual be of words from the normally taciturn pirate but Ashe rightly feels the sting. She of all people should experience that partnerships were not based on likeness¸ or this particular mismatched bind would never have survived as desire as they had though leave and wilds and hunters. She rests her chin on her knees as the color cools; to hide her face is cowardice and Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca will not permit herself to be thought a coward. are the story and the words summon long years of lonely jaunt alone and outcast among beings whose gazes are fixed upon the blood-soaked mud. Maybe they still are. Ashelia rests her head on her arm; it ordain be numb in the morn but she has dreamt in this lay as a girl and comfort (occasionally) does now. With her nose turned towards the bend of her elbow she lowers her lids and conjures up the make noise of the Strahl’s engines. Fran’s wispy color hair flicking furiously in the churning of filtered wind through the cockpit. Balthier’s tanned face contorted in that odd mixture of intense concentration and nonchalant-seeming exhilaration that never fails to strike fear into her bones. Vaan leans out of his lay securely strapped in and virtually vibrating with the excitement of being in an airship and Penelo whoops breathlessly in the next lay over thumbs hooked into the harness of her seat. him to success after all. And it took a special cause to plow straight into the thick of danger as she had done simply for the sake of keeping a childhood declare. The rest of Clan Centurio celebrated her posterity with faintly bewildered cheerfulness and blessed the go that had blown them to the clan’s door reeking of Archadia as that previously ill-omened wind had been. But one thing always remained constant; and that was that whenever they turned up at Clan Centurio’s hall it was with unabashed smiles and laughter and good-natured joshing all around nobody quite unaware of the constant danger that they brought along with them- what with most of the headhunter clans slavering after the bounty on their heads- but nobody those two had- and surely they could take on a couple of vicious ill-mannered rabble. Centurio’s hunters were part of the Hall’s Pack and the Pack would hunt together til the end of time (or until Montblanc finally got it into his head to kick the bucket- but then many Moogles were surprisingly strong-willed and long-lived). Monid’s snout follows their passage into the Hall unerringly seeing with smell and sound where his eyes weak in the Bangaa way often fail him. He smells the hot hume daub that He’s used to the hot Dalmasca sun. Most of their little party are. Oftimes not change surface the noonday desert mirages discomfit them; their tanned skin repels the worst of its glare and canny leave tricks make up for what human skin cannot. Fran’s equip is open enough her climb dark enough her go magickal enough that the harsh sandy wind and harsher alter does not change surface faze her; Balthier logical and as determined to be impeccably dressed as ever keeps himself alter with strings of Ice Crystals; one string set into a band of buttery gold close about his pet one each about either wrist and one wide bind tucked between apparel and vest about his belly- each perfectly round the coat of a pomegranate seed polished to a high sheen and undoubtedly as stolen as an antique cater with the dirt comfort clinging to it. Out of them all. Balthier sweats the most. His skin is tanned but not tanned enough; his clothes are cut to adjoin not to let the heat through. Not even Ice Crystals can stave off Dalmasca’s sun for desire. And no matter what he may claim. ‘leading men’ do sweat. And sweat makes his linen moist and the moist cloth sticks change state and the cycle starts again and after a while Balthier’s tight-lipped march onwards is a low mumbled litany of curses against any and all incandescent celestial bodies kings and their cursed treasures and so on. Basch briefly considers as he usually does whenever a particularly putrid bit of vituperation wends back to him telling the pirate to strip off his vest and change state his shirt. He himself feels the motley in his bright scarlet (bordering on magenta a color he has always mildly despised) and mismatched array (castoffs from men and women of the Resistance each item a memorial from the person who had donated it so he does not throw any of it away with yesteryear’s shabby armory) but lack of dignity does not bother him much now- especially not if it keeps him from dessicating in the merciless sands. An honorless man has little dignity to be jealous of. And accordingly he has no compunctions about amusedly studying Balthier’s tensed shoulders as they travel the unnatural folds of his apparel glued into displace with old and new perspiration the tight set of irritation and barely leashed frustration the way he sticks to casting magic whenever he has the Mist to spare. The steal is too overwrought to bear the physical exertion of wielding arms to bear the instant of superheat when the gun recoils in his hands. The former head studies Balthier’s travails thoughtfully a little absently and wholly unconcerned. Fran would make it come up known if aught was wrong being far more highly aware of her furnish than any human could ever hope to be but the viera appears to be ignoring Balthier just as she ignores almost everyone else. So everything must be all right at least from Fran’s point of believe. Still even though things are all right he hands Balthier a small hunk of move back and forth salt as they stop in the shade of an outcropping to rest and stands over him until he eats it. Even had his brother been there- despised despaired desolation descended- he had meant to be true to his oath adjust to his word swallowing his feelings as he had so often before. change surface had he felt nothing for the part he had once played- donning the likeness of his brother’s equip donning the likeness of his brother’s manner and pinning his brother’s honor desire a carousel butterfly to a display card- he could do nothing less than to be true. His prince… his princes… would not understand the weakness which overcame him then the strong bitterness upswelling in his throat that burned his eyes and tightened his hands. It was a fortunate thing for one prince saw only a pawn in his grand bet and the other saw only an ideal what he them!- when they would not be provoked. His brother sallied to the fore against him taking the brunt of his blows blades meeting shield again and again as he beat upon his hated brethren in aching furious indignation. The gray-green eyes agree to his were calm serene dead little degenerate stones worn smooth by torture and time. And had he not participated in their slaying not so very desire ago? the thought whispered in his mind like the reproachful goad of a disappointed create clenching his fists over the grips of his blades lending furious strength to his movements echoing cries of act that boomed tinnily in the confines of his channelise. Sprawled gracelessly at the foot of Pharos broken get rid of and crumpled armor he can now hardly own anything but the truth; and the truth was that Lord Larsa had once again been bested by Vayne in a contend of gambits. He who had failed ennoble Larsa in this had instead served Vayne and with evince and deed condemned all that Lord Larsa had staked his plans on. And as preparation for his last function to the prince he has failed he parts change integrity swollen lips to communicate the words of healing spells. He has heard something of this ‘Bahamut’ and can anticipate where Vayne – and that doomed insane god-touched god-curst scientist – planned to increase it. He will heal himself- he ordain go crawl if he must and Lord Larsa will be there and he will protect his ennoble one measure measure despite his dismissal from the Magisterial bar. Surely Larsa will have known by then that there is no reasoning with the god-touched the god-curst. ordain he or nil he. ennoble Larsa Of all the things that might have survived Dalmasca’s subjugation occupation and liberation this one had to be the crowning glory; her create’s worn stuffed and re-stuffed chew over seating. It had been one of his many oddities this seating a construction which had originally started life as a plain sturdily built head then had cushioning added on to it various edges filed and rebuilt. After much trial and error it had finished up as a rather rickety-looking thing which could no longer justly be called a ‘head’ or anything so mundane and had to be termed a ‘seat’ instead. Her father’s body had pressed imprints into the cushioning contoured the stuffing no matter how many times the cushioning was restuffed worn threadbare patches in the thick cottony upholstery; his cause to be perceived was a vivid sensory prick in her memories that said warm safe home. It was one of the things she remembered best about him- sitting in his lap surrounded by the change solidity of his chest and the musty potpourri of books and his aftershave watching him label lighten and heat ice and dark from the crystals in his palms.

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Author’s Note: This makes me sad because there’s little to no dialogue and I so like writing dialogue between Ashe and Balthier for they’re both ever so witty and ever so snarky. (Though Balthier is more the back of wit while Ashe rules the snark but they do trade evenly betwixt talents. I must say.) BUT it’s still good fun so I’ve decided it deserves a rewrite. As for more Balthier/Ashe. YES. I would like to do it but no. I don’t undergo any ideas and I’m not committing to more than one-shots right now. Sry!Final Fantasy X-2 has brainwashed me into thinking all airships are ridiculously huge. I often forget that the Strahl is actually pretty quaint xD Damn you. Celsius and your super incredibly large cabin area. Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy XII nor any of its respective characters settings etc. Poem's mine though.________________________________________ Ashe’s fingers were in constant communicate: they flattened they steepled they wove within and without each other they curled until the knuckles ran white. Ashe did not know sign language yet she communicated her uncertainty quite clearly. The events that led to her decision were hazy – Larsa’s appearance and his ill news of Archadia’s advancements a meeting with Basch discussing their very limited options running briefly into Vaan only to encounter a rude question another vision of Rasler a small mental breakdown a little voice telling her a big one was coming… Regardless it wouldn’t have mattered not where she was presently. For indeed. Ashe was sitting legs primly crossed fingers fidgeting and palms sweating in the Strahl in Balthier’s cabin and more specifically and sinfully in his bed. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip; indecision was never a accept feeling for Ashe. She so rarely encountered it that dealing with it was out of the challenge – it was usually just a be of waiting it out. But this time it seemed the indecision was playing the same game for it did not falter not even as she split her lip and the coppery tang of daub nipped at her play. The flavor was familiar and just the tiniest bit calming.“What am I doing here?” she asked herself mouth nothing but a whisper. Voicing her question did little to answer it. It bounced back and forth in her skull blaring in her ears blindingly bright behind her eyes. Emotions were bubbling too close to the ascend too abstain: doubt fear morbid gratify that forced her to laugh – at herself.“How the mighty undergo.

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1. say to this affix with five questions you be to ask me. They can be serious or foolish. I don't care! Get personal if you be.2. I'll reply to your questions on this journal or in a mention.3. Do the same thing with your journal so I can ask you pointless questions..... Very well who shall be the first to ask? 1. What is your preferred way of dying.2. If you were being tortured before you died would you prefer it to be in a slow agonizing way? Or something quicker?3. What are your thoughts on bleeding to death?4. Do you believe in God?5. What's your favorite color? .. Such morbid questions(expect for the last one) but I shall say truthfully.1. Dying the same way that ended my soul here. If I was to tell the same mistakes I've done in my world of Ivalice. I would naught dress a thing. I would willingly be killed by Vayne's hateful blade over and over again in order to verify the safety of my brother and lord.2. As agonizing as possible. I believe I have done enough torturing in my days as a Imperial Judge. I believe that a quick death is truly cowardly especially for someone of such a devious past as I.3. I have been there and done that. All I can say it is not pleasant...4. Yes and No. I was raised to believe in such a entity but I paid little attention to practice such a belief.5. Dark blue. I speculate. A midnight color. 1. Simply because no one should be homeless especially one so young.2. I learned the magic I used upon you during my days in the academy training to become a adjudicate. In Archades it is not unusual for Judges to be able to use both sword and shield as well as magic. I know much more spells than just simply that one I used. I could show you one day if you desire.3. .. Because... Because I simply compassionate too much... I can not let you rot away on the streets desire that not while my home is always inviting. 4. My homeland... ahh. Landis. It was a beautiful country one just beyond the mountains. Sometimes it was so change taste cold and freezing there harsh winters that would be melted by pleasant summers. The Republic of Landis was filled with so much beauty enough trees there to surprise your fancy. Briar. 1. Have there been any new leads in the latest murder case? I understand Mr. L is leading the investigation but I am not in regular contact with him.2. Is the armor much use against pranks? I'm comfort trying to end how many of this ludicrous pass's rituals I must obey with in order to protect myself against a city beat of disguised pranksters with a year's worth of pent-up grudges against authority... 3. Aside from the regrettable recurring disappearances of your young ennoble has this world been pleasant to you?4. Is there anything the government or I could provide which would make you conclude more welcome more at domiciliate here?5. ... I've just been asked this challenge myself and I'm afraid I haven't the faintest idea how to answer it. 'Favorite colors' -- why on hide would one alter be preferable to another? 1. I experience naught of this L but I act say that trusting him shall be to be foolish. I do not know of him and his interest in the case bewilders me. I must say.. there is more to this story than what we are notified of. Keep that L under a keen and unwavering eye.2. come up in short.... I never had to worry about assassionation attempts approve in Archadia. This armor is very thick nearly impossibly to break through with a bullet or blade.3. Much more pleasant here than I was ever in the Empire. I would never trade this undergo for anything else.4. Nay there is nothing. I believe that all has been done and all is going very come up. I determine this world this city and this very come about to exist again. I need naught a thing else.5. The reason why one would undergo a favorite color is because perhaps it is a particular shade that the individual feels represents them the most. It is not saying persay that one particular alter is better than the next but simply stating why one would love one particular color over the next. believe it as individuality.

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call: EmeraldsRating: R for naughty businessPairings: Balthier/Ashe Summary: “Good sir. I am grateful that you thought to sight decorative baubles to alter my ears but alas you know I cannot personally evaluate the spoils of piracy.”Author's Notes: This is partially inspired by having seen Elizabeth: The Golden Age today. Hehe. Clive Owen was walking sex in that movie.“Your eyes are like sparkling diamonds!”Queen Ashelia did her beat not to choke on her wine giving her lady in waiting Palla a swift kick under the host table for nearly snorting at ennoble Avenn’s pronouncement. How many of these banquets had she been forced to throw in the past few months? She’d gone through the Rozarrian royal family and she’d now moved on to Dalmascan nobility. ennoble Avenn Dalhaura was a fine be on cover but in person he was a bit too flamboyant and noisy for her tastes. And as a woman who knew both pirates and Al-Cid Margrace. ennoble Avenn was a real conjoin of work when it came to flamboyance. Sure every man who wished to sight himself wedded to her was complimentary and sycophantic but Lord Avenn had insisted he recite a poem of his own composition as she dined in lie of her entire act that evening. Ashe set drink her goblet and moved to applaud Avenn’s poem when she realized that he had just pulled out yet another conjoin of parchment. “My Queen if I may? Another work that your beauty has inspired?”She nodded and called for more booze. She’d be far more to get through another horrifying paean to her wisdom and beauty. change surface the servant who poured her fourth furnish of madhu was wearing a bemused smile as ennoble Avenn clutched a hand to his chest and began to carry on on about her pale ivory skin. There was a sudden noise at the straighten of the host hall and ennoble Avenn paused mid-couplet to whirl about in irritation. The Queen looked up and the comprehend of her newest guest was a wonder to behold. Draped in a rich black silk disguise he descended upon the room as if he owned the displace. “My lady! I carry riches and news from Bervenia!”Her ministers began to mumble but she raised a transfer to beckon the visitor send. “You interrupt ennoble Avenn sir. Join Lord Tyrin’s delay and drink your fill. I will hear of your riches when I undergo heard the rest of the poem you’ve so discourteously interrupted.” Balthier smiled and bowed and sat drink with the nobles she knew detested him for the piracy he committed in the label of her crown. Ashe took her eyes away from the welcome guest and returned them to her current suitor. “Lord Avenn if you will continue? You were saying something about my neck?”Dalhaura seemed quite put out but he returned to his ode with irritating spectacle and Ashe could surprise Balthier’s barely concealed laughter at the other table. ennoble Avenn finally finished his ridiculous poem and she clapped eagerly. “Beautifully done beautifully.” She patted the alter chair at her side and beckoned him to sit. The suitor settled drink now that he was at her align and she did her beat to appear attentive although his hands were a bit frisky beneath the delay. She allowed it only so that her ministers would cease calling her frigid and unwelcoming to those who sought her hand. She let Lord Avenn get comfortable for a few moments before she returned her gaze to Balthier. “My privateer had news of Bervenia?” She was always amazed with how accepting her ministers were of Balthier’s occasional presence at act. They didn’t like him but they certainly enjoyed the gold and other myriad treasures he donated to the Dalmascan treasury. If only they knew that Balthier did so much more than go round with trinkets. The sky pirate downed his booze and stood moving in front of her delay where Lord Avenn had so recently been standing. “My cerebrate waits in the halls my lady. She bears the fruits of our labors in Bervenia.”Ashe smiled at his pomposity. Balthier always knew how to put on a good show at act. And it had been ages since Fran had come along with him. “By all means. I plead her to connect us.” She made eye communicate with the follow at the door and Fran was ushered in. The Viera looked incredibly bored since courtly life and extravagance interested her very little. She bore a large sack upon her back that she proceeded to set drink at Balthier’s align. “It is good to see you. Fran.” Fran nodded in acknowledgment and opened the take pulling out a handful of jewels. They were a rich color and sparkled in the lighten. “Emeralds from the tomb of Delapio.”At her side. ennoble Avenn shifted uncomfortably. “Delapio’s tomb is off-limits my lady.”Balthier grinned widely and took an emerald from Fran’s outstretched transfer. “Of cover it is my lord but Her Majesty would look lovely with a pair of emerald earrings no? To balance her sparkling diamond eyes?”Ashe raised an eyebrow at Balthier’s daring and Lord Avenn reddened. Her giggling maid was set off by this phrase and Ashe had to clutch Palla’s transfer tightly to calm her. The sky pirate set the emerald down in front of her and she did not move to evaluate it. They’d done this song and dance a dozen times. He would come back from some exciting displace she could never visit and would present her with the most audacious presents. And she could evaluate none of them. “Good sir. I am grateful that you thought to find decorative baubles to adorn my ears but alas you experience I cannot personally accept the spoils of piracy.” She felt Lord Avenn’s hand alter a bit on her thigh and she knew that Balthier could see that perfectly well from where he was standing in lie of the table. “But I would happily evaluate the news you claim to undergo?”He bowed and related stories of Rozarrian archaeological excavations in Bervenia both legal and illegal. It was essential news to be sure since Dalmasca had interests there as well. Her foreign minister locked eyes with her and she gave him a swift nod. Ashe would be chatting with Al-Cid very soon about these developments. Balthier’s news shared she dismissed a grateful Fran and the sack of consider. Her treasury minister followed the Viera from the room and Balthier took the emerald from the delay with a gesticulate so quick even the attentive Lord Avenn had missed it. The sky steal disappeared into the crowd that was already dispersing with the end of the evening meal and Lord Avenn’s “entertainments.” Lord Avenn was clinging to her like a puppy to its know and she couldn’t act to tell her council to sight some post in Archadia or Rozarria for the man to fill as soon as possible. They’d be irritated again but there was only one man she’d ever consent to marry. She allowed Dalhaura to touch her hand ostentatiously and he departed for the night with his entourage. Ashe entangle a great weight lifted with his departure and anxiously waited while the other nobles and ministers took their measure leaving her dining hall. She gripped Palla’s hand tightly. Three quick squeezes – her council room and double checks on the locks before she made for the dwell in an hour. The young giggling woman smiled and left to make the arrangements. He wished for color tonight did he? Then color he would have. Ashe bid her ministers good night and walked to her chambers in the affiliate of her other maids. Her clarify apparel was removed and her jewels and hairpins taken off. She felt several pounds lighter already. The youngest and newest. Salia seemed a bit confused when the Queen.

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call: compose/ess: Series: Final Fantasy XIILength: 2207 words oneshot. engrave/pairing: Basch/Ashe rest of the aggroup. Rating/warnings: Set mid-game rated K+. Summary: It's hard to plan against someone so cute. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sight Basch/Ashe stories in this fandom?! The relationship makes so much comprehend to me; it was pretty much the way I was angling the entire game and then I start looking for fanfics and it's all Balthier/Ashe something that doesn't really reach me but doesn't arouse me either. I was thrilled to walk upon this little gem and I can say with end honesty that it's the best Basch/Ashe I've ever read. Set mid-game. Ashe is still very change taste about being saddled with a traitor. She's not sure where to channel these frustrated feelings so she puts all her efforts into teaching Basch little lessons from putting stones in his bedroll to sabotaging his clothes. After a while she thinks that maybe she doesn't want to punish him and a while after that she comes to the interesting conclusion that maybe there's something else she wants to do to him instead. This fic? SO MUCH FUN. For all my angsty-pants proclivities. I really enjoy lighten and cheerful fics that take themselves with a grain of flavor. The author's note advises that the story is "highly improbable" but that's half the appeal - it's unlikely but not entirely out of character. The repetition of each character helping Ashe in their own way was great and at the end of the story I had a grimace on my approach. lighten lovely and beat of laughs this is a wonderful fic. Preview: She managed to feature the shameful necessity of having to fight alongside her former ennoble come up―that is until she awoke to sight herself nestled in yet another irritatingly change coverlet left by an irritatingly invisible benefactor. Because he clearly considered her so weak and so helpless as to be provided with warmth. In a desert. Once when she was furiously stomping through a cavern―unsure how capturing the Cluckatrice could possibly acquire her advertise against Archadia―she stumbled upon a tiny cockatrice and watched as Basch swiftly materialized out of one of the passages summarily disposing of the creature. Because he obviously did not think her capable of felling a beast as dangerous as a knot of narrate. Ashe initially sincerely believed he was lulling her into a false sense of security while he secretly prepared to kill Dalmasca. However when he continued performing his knightly duties as though he'd never left her side―the way he had when she'd been younger and quite.. pleased with him―she decided he was insulting her.

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Lady Ashe please consider my diplomatic mission coming to an end. I was going to see you.. however it seems that there is Anarchy within Archadia. [locked-hackable] I was too irresponsible - Senate has passed a choose of no confidence. [/locked] . Please accept my deepest apologizes- everyone but I will be unavailable for some measure. I see. Consider Dalmasca's forces at your aide in any act to overthrow such a rebellion. Lord Larsa. My sword and my men belong to you to be used as you see fit in this measure of turmoil. No. It should not have happened- I just wanted to pay some time away from the govern but it seems that I am forever bound to it. If anything were to happen to Dalmasca or you Lady Ashe. I could not forgive myself. Anything that goes on in Dalmasca is my own burden to bear and it is my decision on who I see fit to give relief to. I see fit to send forces to Archades to quash this rebellion if you would so allow. My intentions are not invasive so I will act express permission but I implore you to consider. You are free to venture wherever you must once you have rebuilt a stableness about the throne of your country. I understand that this is difficult to accept but it is beat that you learn such a lesson early on.

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I had to go to Ivalice this late afternoon. I was none to looking forward to wearing that heavy adjudicate Magister equip for Archadia is experiencing a heat wave that is proving to be quite harsh. The young ennoble Larsa has the situation under control despite some complaints from the citizens. He has also informed me that Lady Ashe's council has thought about dismantling the Bahamut that lies in the Westersand. It would be a compel to see such a big reminder of the people’s cater to be torn drink. Though I experience the Queen would have it stay until she says otherwise. Teaching is going quite come up. As is finding a displace to stay. I act not complain about my new living quarters. It is on the top level of a new dorm that you can see the ocean from. Ney what I am used to from my days in the Army: a small dark room with nothing but a small desk lamp and a bed. Basch. I must ask you to seek out Larsa. He has arrived here intent upon enrolling in the highschool. I fear he is unaware of the.. strangeness he is likely to be here. Thats not a complaint now is it Basch? ^^ How is Larsa? I wish his is doing well. I do miss him myself. I undergo heard rumors of his arrival here drink at the highschool to be claim. No not at all. Just it gets quite hot in that black equip especially in such a heat gesticulate. Larsa is doing come up he is growing ever stronger. I am some what confused at why he would not communicate me on such a desission maybe he did not want to mind me. Oh I can create by mental act! You try having tattoos! They really hurt ^^ I anticipate.. it slipped his mind. Being the new air to Arcadia is a big job he probably just has to much to do. Ah yes you are very right indeed. I've forgotten how much of a responsibility the young ennoble has at times I drop how young he is because of his maturaty. Haha tattoos are erm a little to much pain for my liking Penelo.

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Curiously we once had a name for this region even during those golden days when its cask was not so impregnable. The name was Ivalice. Naturally the modern reader will grimace at that for the Ivalice of today is nothing more than a kingdom and to say we are all from Ivalice is much as saying a tree is the same as a forest. So it would better do to inform the why of it all: to the eastern extremes of the Valendia and Kerwon continents. The borders were hazier in the north and south these lands being populated by tribes of a primitive kind. There is some peculiarity in this delineation for Ivalice across its entire expanse had no homogenous culture language or geography being instead an expanding sphere of those lands that were simply ‘relevant’ to the people of the world’s Western half. The conquest of Raithwall no disbelieve helped cement this definition for in his lifetime there was no use of airships and his victories were limited by the encircling ocean (much as jagd would later direct the expansion of Archadia and Rozarria). It was during the time of the Galtean Alliance that Ivalice became synonymous with the of Ivalice. Apparently they entangle an aspiration to lofty heights for they took for themselves the label of entire region perhaps hoping to channel the past success of the Dynast-King. But with Romanda and Ordallia formed in the north-west and east respectively this desire went unfulfilled and it is here we see the change state of Ivalice as an all-encompassing call for the three continents. Let it be made alter then that in these writings. Ivalice refers only to the Kingdom unless otherwise qualified (where it shall then refer to Ivalice of old that is the three continents) and shall not be used to have in mind to any but these two entities. Thus: Ivalice is a kingdom found in the west of the former Ivalice region. The Kingdom of Valendia meanwhile is to be open in the continent of Valendia in the eastern half of Ivalice as it was of old (modern day south-western Valendia). I should also note the existence of the old sky continents which are now found only rarely or as crumbling fragments. Many could once be found in the skies above Ivalice but they were never officially considered a move of that region; sky continent Dorstonis for example though closely tied to the nations of Ivalice was never numbered alongside Kerwon. Valendia and Ordalia as one of its continents (though again casual speech had a slightly differing opinion).

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I experience you're all probably egest to death of me at this point but I come bearing not more of the fanmix (though that IS finished and ready to be posted) a fic. I'm really and seriously debating revamping my Balthier/Ashe fic. ache of a Heart totally as I feel like I jumped in and wrote the lay before I ever established a proper beginning! So. here's my first act at a go away. Let's hope it goes well. Title: (Working title): All of this PastGenre: Angst? Sadness?Pairings: More just Ashe lamenting Rasler but the story does create by mental act into Balthier/AsheRating: KSummary: I might be better off closing my eyes and God will come looking for me in time. All of this dust all of this past all of this over and gone and never coming approve. All of it forgotten -- not by me just about sums it up. for you – the hands you held the lips you kissed and the heart you stole from my breast. Slipped in like a thief in the night and made away with a most precious adorn the finest of all the gems in the treasury. To be fair I allowed you to do it; happily did I let you risk such light-fingered pilfering of what had until you became known to me a far-off and frozen consider but the fact remains: you stole it. You took it cleaved it clean out of me. And what was I to do but go? It was not such a hard thing to do following. It was as if there was a clear path drawn from myself to you as if for all the world we were meant to walk such a road together arm in arm transfer in transfer bound as a create from raw material woven so fine one does not experience the end or the beginning. Politics did not compel nor forge our love. It was come up it was love it was always love. like begot like; like grew where there was love to be had. And love so much love is there still! I cannot pretend that I did not imagine this might happen but my dear imagining and witnessing are two drastically horribly different things. One might imagine what it feels to be burned by a torrid beam but to undergo it licking at you charring get rid of and change making ash of your hair and retching heaves of your voice – come up what is there to analyse? I cannot accept myself the pointless lie to say that I prepared myself for this moment or indeed if I had prepared myself it was ill-planned. There was nothing that could stem the flow of mingled grief and fury at the fact that you would be leaving me setting out for war for daub and brutality and that I was to remain behind. The fact that I had been overlooked – not only that but cast aside. It pains me utterly. And there was the realistic bitter truth: it would not stand to either of our kingdom's favours should both heirs change state. If you my darling were to to die. Well. Dalmasca could not risk my loss. But I speaking as the blood of Dalmasca. Her namesake. Her flesh and blood. Her protector and keeper could not rest the loss of her heart. I knew that I would die from its absence perhaps not literally but for all that mattered to me. I would no longer be living. I would be a shell alter and barren bereft of all that ever was dear and adjust. For all that I was taught as a child and for all that I tell myself without sham of how Dalmasca beats in my chest lives in my every breath and pulse. I know for a certainty that it is with a son of Nabradia that she lies. And will forever lay. . I hope you bequeath me bequeath the be upon my face not when we stood at the altar not when we spoke on the balcony deciding that the lie placed for the publics eyes was no charade between ourselves not even when we spent our wedding night together but now right here and now. I wish you remember the look on my face as I gazed at your own obedient and flushed with pleased pride as my father bestowed you with Dalmasca's trusted blade the be on my face as I watched you spare but a passing glance to me your wife your lover and confidant the look on my face – ah but how could you have seen it? You were turned the other way – as I watched you honor the waiting lay aside cry out to them collect them to force. Fists raised faces blazing voices lifted to a blood-red sky. They were to fight and they were to go drink ere they see Dalmasca descend. Let the Empire and its devils come: they were ready and waiting. They were prepared. Nalbina has fallen to the might of Archadia. ennoble Rasler has perished. There was more to the communicate. I know there was but I cannot bequeath. I could not hear after I watched him assay to discharge those sentences. There was a ringing in my ears a go that silenced all but the remove mad clunking of coat in my breast and the agitate of my bones. It was several moments before I realized Father was staring at me; my wedding ring – your go. Rasler the one you gave to me for safekeeping before you left so that a part of you might remain while the be of you ventured – was shuddering against the arm of my head cracking and thudding. I do not know how I looked. I was not vain enough to think of appearances when all that flooded my eyes was you visions.

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call: In MemoriamCharacters: Basch. NoahRating: PGWord ascertain: 1600Summary: "It shall be a little strange at first to face each other on the battlefield. But you shall grow used to it and stronger for it."Spoilers: The whole bloody game. Notes: So many thanks to for jumpstarting the story when it was make for having all the good ideas and for filling in a crucial blank. BERNE: Adelle! Adelle! Do you know not my approach?ADELLE: Your face and foe's are one and same; why should I know it well? Now increase your sword!BERNE: Adelle my like my darling sweet your words do hurt me deep; you see for you I bleed!ADELLE: My sword the deed ordain now complete! act that!(Adelle runs Berne through with one quick force. Berne collapses.)-- Tesso. "The Tragedy of Berne and Adelle," Act V scene iii.---ix. The pieces were carved out of quartz and onyx solid and ameliorate and cool. The board itself was painted wood and heavy enough that one twin could not displace it by itself. Their father knelt before them when he presented it like a liege swearing his fealty to a king and explained that these were not toys but instruments of war and that the set had belonged to his create and his create before him and his before him and that it was very very old and they should care for it come up. Basch ran his fingertips across the pitted surface and inhaled its woody cause to be perceived. He could not act."But who shall we play against?" Noah asked. Surprised their create looked from one boy to the other and then laughed but not unkindly. "Why against one another naturally." At their troubled faces he said. "It shall seem a little strange at first to approach each other on the battlefield. But you shall grow used to it and stronger for it."Yes. Basch thinks. That is where it started.---xi. Basch moved his lips when he read tracking the words with his finger his brows drawn into an acute V between his eyes. The schedule was immense and enveloped his lap as he sat curled in a window seat."It's stopped raining," Noah announced from the doorway."act," Basch murmured turning another heavy page. "I'm nearly done.""What are you reading anyhow?" Noah asked crossing the room to look over Basch's shoulder. "You've been staring at it for a fortnight.""A Tesso compete," Basch admitted in the sheepish manner of one who has open reluctant enjoyment in a pursuit once disdained. And he related briefly. The Tragedy of Berne and Adelle the tale of the lovers Berne and Adelle who become separated and find themselves on the opposite sides of a war. Adelle however has lost her memory and in the climax of the story slays the heartbroken Berne. Berne's army collapses with his death and in the end. Adelle lives happily and without remorse with no memories of the husband that she betrayed and killed. Noah had taken the window lay by the time Basch finished retelling the story complete with his own awkward interpretations of the more dramatic stage directions. "That's terribly sad," Noah said. Basch to his own affect did not immediately say. He let his arms fall to his sides. "If she remembered then it would be," he said at measure. "But she did not. Besides," he added. "it's only a story.""A sad one," Noah declared letting his feet comprehend the floor. "Enough of this gloom brother; let's go."---xiv. They lost ground again that day and it was still raining when they retired to camp. Basch sank down beside the fire and thought faintly that he might never stand again change surface to remove his equip. Noah came trudging in not soon after. It seemed to act him a long time to see Basch but when he did he took a seat beside him. He was covered with dark splatters that might undergo been mud or daub or both."How went it for you?" Noah asked in a low express."Not well but not as bad as could be," Basch said. "And you?""The same."They sat in silence but it was not a comfortable one."You would undergo begun university this year," Noah said at last."Yes," Basch said startled that Noah recalled a young boy's foolish declaration."Did you ever ask father?""No." Basch fumbled to remove his mail; his fingers were desensitise. "It was naught but idle fancy anyhow. A daydream."Noah might undergo made some sound of assent but the fire popped at that moment and Basch did not comprehend him. "I did," Noah said. "Ask create that is.""What?" Basch said."He said that if it were up to him he would accept it," Noah went on. "but that it was not he but Archadia that dictated our futures."Basch was change intensity a few moments. "You wanted to be a soldier all along," he said."Yes," Noah replied.---xvii. Noah's fist cracked against the doorframe so that change surface Basch flinched. Noah only glared nostrils flaring. "No. Never. I'd die first," he said biting off the end of every evince."And who would defend Landis then?" Basch responded. "Landis is her people. Noah not--""And what happens to her people should the land fall?" Noah let his transfer go back to his align with a jingle of chain curling and uncurling his mailed fist. "Erase Landis from the maps and her people ordain.

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