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Walls behind walls, FFXII, Noah, Basch.
Aug. 29th, 2010 03:55 pmFandom: Final Fantasy XII
Title: Walls behind walls.
Characters/Pairings: Noah, Bash
Theme: 38 – honour
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG -13
Closeted behind doors on nights when the dead trail their bone hands around him. Basch lie awake and thinks of walls behind walls behind walls.
The first walls are simple brick; Landis’ speciality. These walls have a dark stain seven bricks up, four from the left, where Noah muttered his first words of rebellion – their father broke Noah’s nose against the brick (retribution.)
As children that was the way things wee, but now as a man within children’s walls Basch flexes his fingers and knows this was wrong.
The second set of walls are iron and he is again imprisoned or a crime not his, but still he takes every blow as atonement for failing to protect his liege. As a breaking man this was right, almost just, but as a spectator years later, this was wrong.
The final set of walls are juddering metal, as the Strahl fights free of aerial debris. He is holding his brother’s encased hands and praying as Gabranth’s head thuds against the paltry pillows, silent, stopped.
As a brother finally, completely, alone, he knows this as wrongness. Lying awake, he thinks, as a man searching for redemption in honour, this may have been right.
Title: Walls behind walls.
Characters/Pairings: Noah, Bash
Theme: 38 – honour
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG -13
Closeted behind doors on nights when the dead trail their bone hands around him. Basch lie awake and thinks of walls behind walls behind walls.
The first walls are simple brick; Landis’ speciality. These walls have a dark stain seven bricks up, four from the left, where Noah muttered his first words of rebellion – their father broke Noah’s nose against the brick (retribution.)
As children that was the way things wee, but now as a man within children’s walls Basch flexes his fingers and knows this was wrong.
The second set of walls are iron and he is again imprisoned or a crime not his, but still he takes every blow as atonement for failing to protect his liege. As a breaking man this was right, almost just, but as a spectator years later, this was wrong.
The final set of walls are juddering metal, as the Strahl fights free of aerial debris. He is holding his brother’s encased hands and praying as Gabranth’s head thuds against the paltry pillows, silent, stopped.
As a brother finally, completely, alone, he knows this as wrongness. Lying awake, he thinks, as a man searching for redemption in honour, this may have been right.
