Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Difference ❯ Chapter 1
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By: thekiwikitten 
FFXII ~ Basch/Larsa + Gabranth/Larsa
Larsa muses on the twins.
SPOILERS for end of game.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 562 | Status: Completed
FFXII ~ Basch/Larsa + Gabranth/Larsa
Larsa muses on the twins.
SPOILERS for end of game.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 562 | Status: Completed
Difference ~ Basch/Larsa Gabranth/Larsa
PG-13
Spoilers for End of Game.
There were many differences between his previous and current guardians. Though they shared a face and their personalities were quite similiar, the were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Gabranth was a quiet, consistant warmth at his back, where Basch was an all consuming, protective and possessive blaze at his side. They both were in the habit of wearing a mask of muted indifference in the public's eye-- but behind closed doors, the mask was shed. Basch was always the more expressive of the two, and when he smiled at Larsa, his knees would quiver and he'd blush so hot, he thought it a wonder he didn't simply ignite where he stood. Gabranth, on the other hand, was more subdued even in private, but, on those oh so rare occasions, when he let himself treat the young boy to a smile, he swore the world had stopped spinning. His heart would beat a wild tattoo against his chest, his pulse would race and throb loud, so loud he was certain that everyone could hear.. His vision would swim and blur, save for that wondrous smile.
They had bewitched him so thoroughly, made him crave the moments of privacy with them. Even when he tried, tried his very best, he couldn't help but fall over and over. He knew he shouldn't; they were adults, men, while he was a mere boy-child with the weight of an empire balanced on his slight frame. He would berate himself, but he still couldn't stop. Like an addiction, he craved and sought their affections. Young and curious and delirious with love, knowing that they would pluck the moon and the stars-- the very heavens!-- from the sky if only he wished it.Loving and loyal to a fault, and so much did he want to be selfish and steal them away, keep them in his pocket and share with no one. To ponder, to know all there is, the only one with such intimate knowledge.
Another difference, he noted with delight, was that Gabranth was all soft and stolen kisses in a secluded room, half-smiles and unwavering loyalty, but vanilla compared to his brother. Basch.. he was much more. Just as loyal, but much more sinful. He would kiss along the boy's skin in such a way that made him blush and wriggle and simply forget, if only for a short while, the responsibilities weighing him down. He'd touch and love him in ways that Gabranth had been afraid of; it wasn't proper, but that didn't stop Basch.
So alike, they were. Proud and strong, giving themselves completely to their beliefs. It stung like nothing he ever felt, not even his brother's betrayal, when he lost his Gabranth. Being there, watching as he friend, his guardian, fought back against the inevitable, calling to his other half. He wanted to hate him, hate the both of them for accepting it. He wanted to shake and scream and hit, tell him, 'I didn't say you could die! Don't leave me!' How could he be expected to survive when it hurt so much he wanted to cry and act like the child he was, demand that he get his way. But he didn't. With grace, he held strong, held Gabranth's hands until they were cold and biting into his own from how tightly he clung. It was Basch that pulled them free, that grounded him and brought him back.. So much like now.
Larsa blinked owlishly, staring at the large hands encircling his own. He followed along those hands, up across strong forearms, perfectly sculpted biceps. His gaze lazily drifted over a chiseled torso, to finally look into those heavenly blue eyes. It took the boy another moment to realize he had been asked a question, judging by the way the corner of Basch's mouth quirked into a patiently amused smirk. He couldn't help the childish pout from forming.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?""I was inquiring as to whether you planned on staying out here all night."
"Ahh.. just a bit longer, if I may."
"As you wish, Lord Larsa." Larsa shot Basch an annoyed look, which merely garnished him a soft chuckle and that smile that turned his insides to mush. He turned away, his cheeks reddening as he looked out over the grand metropolis that is Arcades. The sun was starting to set and the dazzling lights of the city were just buzzing to life. He'd always enjoyed sitting here on the balcony and watching the city come alive as the blanket of night encompassed the sky. It took only a few minutes each night, but he treasured those minutes. It was a rarity for him to be able to simply watch, and it was also the time when Gabranth would let his guard down and watch with him, completely relaxed, if only momentarily..
His musings were interrupted once again, this time by his sight taking a ninety degree turn. He couldn't help the soft yelp as strong arms curled around his back and beneath his knees, and he was easily lifted and taken back inside. Basch paid him no mind as he glared, soon depositing his charge on the youth's bed.
"You're very bad at hiding how you feel, Larsa. Dwelling on the past will do you no good." Any response Larsa might have had was instantly snubbed when Basch joined him on the mattress and silenced him with a kiss. He sighed softly, letting the blond press him down, arching into his guardian's comforting heat.
When the kiss ended, Larsa laced his hands behind Basch's neck, murmuring softly, "cheater." It earned him a content laugh and again he was kissed. This one was slower, gentler, filled with passion and lust and love. It stop his breath away and ignited a slow burn in his core. And then Basch touched him with those strong hands of his, and the burn turned into a liquid fire that burned through his veins at an even tempo. The boy moaned, his arms tightening around the blond's neck, clinging nigh desperately while Basch's expert touches sought to undo him.
Basch held Larsa to his solid chest, a sated smile on his face. He idly traced his fingers along the boy's spine, listening to his breath even out as his charge slipped into a comforting slumber. Giving into the urge, he slid his fingers through the boy's dark hair, letting the silken tresses curl around his digits of their own accord. He pressed a kiss to Larsa's brow before laying back himself. He'd have to have a talk with the young emperor about not letting the past consume him.. But for now, it was time for sleep.
End.
PG-13
Spoilers for End of Game.
There were many differences between his previous and current guardians. Though they shared a face and their personalities were quite similiar, the were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Gabranth was a quiet, consistant warmth at his back, where Basch was an all consuming, protective and possessive blaze at his side. They both were in the habit of wearing a mask of muted indifference in the public's eye-- but behind closed doors, the mask was shed. Basch was always the more expressive of the two, and when he smiled at Larsa, his knees would quiver and he'd blush so hot, he thought it a wonder he didn't simply ignite where he stood. Gabranth, on the other hand, was more subdued even in private, but, on those oh so rare occasions, when he let himself treat the young boy to a smile, he swore the world had stopped spinning. His heart would beat a wild tattoo against his chest, his pulse would race and throb loud, so loud he was certain that everyone could hear.. His vision would swim and blur, save for that wondrous smile.
They had bewitched him so thoroughly, made him crave the moments of privacy with them. Even when he tried, tried his very best, he couldn't help but fall over and over. He knew he shouldn't; they were adults, men, while he was a mere boy-child with the weight of an empire balanced on his slight frame. He would berate himself, but he still couldn't stop. Like an addiction, he craved and sought their affections. Young and curious and delirious with love, knowing that they would pluck the moon and the stars-- the very heavens!-- from the sky if only he wished it.Loving and loyal to a fault, and so much did he want to be selfish and steal them away, keep them in his pocket and share with no one. To ponder, to know all there is, the only one with such intimate knowledge.
Another difference, he noted with delight, was that Gabranth was all soft and stolen kisses in a secluded room, half-smiles and unwavering loyalty, but vanilla compared to his brother. Basch.. he was much more. Just as loyal, but much more sinful. He would kiss along the boy's skin in such a way that made him blush and wriggle and simply forget, if only for a short while, the responsibilities weighing him down. He'd touch and love him in ways that Gabranth had been afraid of; it wasn't proper, but that didn't stop Basch.
So alike, they were. Proud and strong, giving themselves completely to their beliefs. It stung like nothing he ever felt, not even his brother's betrayal, when he lost his Gabranth. Being there, watching as he friend, his guardian, fought back against the inevitable, calling to his other half. He wanted to hate him, hate the both of them for accepting it. He wanted to shake and scream and hit, tell him, 'I didn't say you could die! Don't leave me!' How could he be expected to survive when it hurt so much he wanted to cry and act like the child he was, demand that he get his way. But he didn't. With grace, he held strong, held Gabranth's hands until they were cold and biting into his own from how tightly he clung. It was Basch that pulled them free, that grounded him and brought him back.. So much like now.
Larsa blinked owlishly, staring at the large hands encircling his own. He followed along those hands, up across strong forearms, perfectly sculpted biceps. His gaze lazily drifted over a chiseled torso, to finally look into those heavenly blue eyes. It took the boy another moment to realize he had been asked a question, judging by the way the corner of Basch's mouth quirked into a patiently amused smirk. He couldn't help the childish pout from forming.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?""I was inquiring as to whether you planned on staying out here all night."
"Ahh.. just a bit longer, if I may."
"As you wish, Lord Larsa." Larsa shot Basch an annoyed look, which merely garnished him a soft chuckle and that smile that turned his insides to mush. He turned away, his cheeks reddening as he looked out over the grand metropolis that is Arcades. The sun was starting to set and the dazzling lights of the city were just buzzing to life. He'd always enjoyed sitting here on the balcony and watching the city come alive as the blanket of night encompassed the sky. It took only a few minutes each night, but he treasured those minutes. It was a rarity for him to be able to simply watch, and it was also the time when Gabranth would let his guard down and watch with him, completely relaxed, if only momentarily..
His musings were interrupted once again, this time by his sight taking a ninety degree turn. He couldn't help the soft yelp as strong arms curled around his back and beneath his knees, and he was easily lifted and taken back inside. Basch paid him no mind as he glared, soon depositing his charge on the youth's bed.
"You're very bad at hiding how you feel, Larsa. Dwelling on the past will do you no good." Any response Larsa might have had was instantly snubbed when Basch joined him on the mattress and silenced him with a kiss. He sighed softly, letting the blond press him down, arching into his guardian's comforting heat.
When the kiss ended, Larsa laced his hands behind Basch's neck, murmuring softly, "cheater." It earned him a content laugh and again he was kissed. This one was slower, gentler, filled with passion and lust and love. It stop his breath away and ignited a slow burn in his core. And then Basch touched him with those strong hands of his, and the burn turned into a liquid fire that burned through his veins at an even tempo. The boy moaned, his arms tightening around the blond's neck, clinging nigh desperately while Basch's expert touches sought to undo him.
Basch held Larsa to his solid chest, a sated smile on his face. He idly traced his fingers along the boy's spine, listening to his breath even out as his charge slipped into a comforting slumber. Giving into the urge, he slid his fingers through the boy's dark hair, letting the silken tresses curl around his digits of their own accord. He pressed a kiss to Larsa's brow before laying back himself. He'd have to have a talk with the young emperor about not letting the past consume him.. But for now, it was time for sleep.
End.