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Title: On bitterly learning the art of mimicry from your twin.
Fandom: FFXII
Characters: Noah, Basch
Prompt: 60:switching_places
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of violence.
A/N: Noah, on taking his brothers blows for him and not noticing that his brother learnt how to run from him.
Landis is full of cool valleys; the land as unlevelled as its people. Noah remembers being fourteen, running from his brother for the first time.
He remembers gathering with youths; drinking heavy red wine, stolen, of course. It stings at chapped and weather worn lips, but Noah says nothing. To drink is to be adult, and to be adult is paramount to being a God, a mastery of all things – of whips, bleeding.
Gabranth has taken blows for his brother too many times – tells himself he has no remorse for what his brother is bleeding now from taking for him.
Fandom: FFXII
Characters: Noah, Basch
Prompt: 60:switching_places
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of violence.
A/N: Noah, on taking his brothers blows for him and not noticing that his brother learnt how to run from him.
Landis is full of cool valleys; the land as unlevelled as its people. Noah remembers being fourteen, running from his brother for the first time.
He remembers gathering with youths; drinking heavy red wine, stolen, of course. It stings at chapped and weather worn lips, but Noah says nothing. To drink is to be adult, and to be adult is paramount to being a God, a mastery of all things – of whips, bleeding.
Gabranth has taken blows for his brother too many times – tells himself he has no remorse for what his brother is bleeding now from taking for him.
