Undertones, FFXII, Basch, Noah
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green_animation Title: Undertones
Fandom: FFXII
Characters: Noah, Basch
Prompt: Deafness
Rating: PG
Summary: The Ronsenburg twins fight with what they do not say and what they never meant to imply.
“Let us depart.” Basch says.
Noah hears, “desert.”
He retaliates: “our duty is to protect.”
Basch hears undertones that Noah never thought; indication of stagnation, chained to plough and yoke the land that he has always thought of as his father’s. Now his twin’s as well.
Basch makes argument that to Noah sounds paltry –join the army, gain better weapons and protect in that capacity. Noah sees starbursts of rosters and scraping; “yes my liege, no your Grace,” that would never directly benefit the stead.
Noah raises his voice to explain how better they could defend when they had their feet on Ronsenburg land; knowing every hide-away, understanding all the tools of war already at hand.
Basch heeds only the barbed edges that are nowhere but his head; his thoughts run to the arch and he expects his twin’s to also. So Basch listens and his own politics tell him what Noah never meant to imply; country boy, better to protect your home with a pitchfork than your countries allies by sword.
The implication of each brother’s words looming in their skulls they part. An unfortunate deafness this; to only hear what is unsaid and nothing voiced as the truth.
Fandom: FFXII
Characters: Noah, Basch
Prompt: Deafness
Rating: PG
Summary: The Ronsenburg twins fight with what they do not say and what they never meant to imply.
“Let us depart.” Basch says.
Noah hears, “desert.”
He retaliates: “our duty is to protect.”
Basch hears undertones that Noah never thought; indication of stagnation, chained to plough and yoke the land that he has always thought of as his father’s. Now his twin’s as well.
Basch makes argument that to Noah sounds paltry –join the army, gain better weapons and protect in that capacity. Noah sees starbursts of rosters and scraping; “yes my liege, no your Grace,” that would never directly benefit the stead.
Noah raises his voice to explain how better they could defend when they had their feet on Ronsenburg land; knowing every hide-away, understanding all the tools of war already at hand.
Basch heeds only the barbed edges that are nowhere but his head; his thoughts run to the arch and he expects his twin’s to also. So Basch listens and his own politics tell him what Noah never meant to imply; country boy, better to protect your home with a pitchfork than your countries allies by sword.
The implication of each brother’s words looming in their skulls they part. An unfortunate deafness this; to only hear what is unsaid and nothing voiced as the truth.
