Traditions of Old/Only the Moon Howls
folder
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,203
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,203
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Basch or Balthier nor any other thing related to Final Fantasy XII, I write this for my own pleasure and make no money from it
Traditions of Old/Only the Moon Howls
Traditions of Old (PG-13)
Title: Traditions of old
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII (Original game)
Part of: The Courage of Being Free
Characters: Basch, Fran, Penelo, Ashe. Mentions of Balthier and Vaan
Pairing: Basch/Balthier
Rating: PG-13 (and it's Fran's fault)
Author's note: I originally meant to type a story that I had already written by hand, but Fran did not agree with that. I (lovingly) mock the Swedish National Anthem at one point but I don't think you'll notice. Please let me know if Fran is OOC, I haven't really written her before.
Reviews are love.
The smut will be found in chapter 2 (Only the Moon Howls. Part 1)
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Penelo was breathing heavily next to him and he could see the sweat trickle down Fran's back in front of him. He couldn't blame them, the heat was unbearable and the terrain unforgiving, he could only imagine how Balthier suffered inside all that leather and for just one moment he wished that his own vest had been as small as Vaan's.
"Three days" Penelo sighed "Who builds a road that only goes uphill?"
"Need you rest?" Fran asked from the front, no sign of tiredness showing in her own voice. "It is not easy for a hume to concur this ground."
"No, thank you. I'll be fine." Penelo managed to smile "I just wish that this mountain would have a top."
"Another two and we should be near the wood." Basch knew his words did little to brighten anyone's mood but no one had ever benefited from not knowing how to prepare for the march ahead of them. "I think even Lady Ashe will wish to stop soon."
"Wielding a sword against those birds would make anyone want to stop." Penelo giggled slightly as she watched how the main party tackled another feather-clad beast.
"My cue." Fran walked past them to replace the melee fighter.
Basch tried not to look at the road ahead as he walked, all too aware of how different it was to walk this path now compared to then. He remembered how the airship had malfunctioned at the foot of the mountain and how they had struggled with the weight of their armor. He was fortunate enough to have been on the right ship, the one that did not make it there in time.
Two thousand soldiers of the Dalmascan forces had died at Nabudis. Sixty had survived.
Basch shivered despite the heat.
"Up there." Ashe spoke up a moment later and pointed to the only open area in sight "We will set up our camp there. Unless anyone objects."
No one objected, Basch hadn't expected them to respond differently.
They had been lucky enough to find a mountain stream nearby, a small stream no greater than two feet wide and one foot deep but it was more than enough for their purposes. Basch dipped his hands into the water and watched it clean his hands from blood and dirt, the water was clear as crystal and he detected no foul taste as he carefully drank of the cold water.
"It is clean?" Fran asked when she knelt down beside him.
"It is excellent" He replied with a small smile. "The Gods must have taken pity on us at last."
"Have they stopped their toying?" She brought a handful of water to her lips. "It seems so. Yet I wonder..."
"We need all the help we can get, especially now that we wander closer to the border" He sighs.
"Many times have I walked into Archades, alone and accompanied alike... Seldom did I encounter problems." Her hands went back into the stream, gently playing with the path of the water. "Humes... Your eyes always betray your heart."
"We are not beings meant for the world we created, few of us are well suited to this..."
"And so you create Gods, to blame and celebrate." She looked at him, crimson eyes full of forgotten wisdom. "You still think of the Gods of old."
"How do you know?" He could not help but wonder if this Viera was able to read every expression on a hume's face, it would not surprise him if she was able to do so.
"You are of Landis. Landis always wished to be and remain what she was, her children took the old traditions with them into the new world."
"As do children of all nations, we cling to the past when we seek the future." He relaxed slightly, felt how tense his muscles had been and how the worry inside of him stilled.
"You more than the others of our party" She smiled and to his surprise he detected mischief in her eyes. "My ears do not carry false sounds to me... Since the latest new moon began its journey, you have not sought relief."
"I beg your pardon?" Basch felt himself blush.
"That custom is Landissian. To not spill seed before the harvest when it is needed so soon." She chuckled. "And so the humes withhold their seed until the harvest is completed and time for seeding is upon them again."
"You... eavesdrop?" He forced the blush away, too surprised to believe Fran's words.
"I... overhear. Humes are noisy, even if that varies. You are rather quiet, for a hume. His loudness varies." Her left ear twitched in Balthier's direction before she rose to her full height. "But I think you already knew that."
Title: Traditions of old
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII (Original game)
Part of: The Courage of Being Free
Characters: Basch, Fran, Penelo, Ashe. Mentions of Balthier and Vaan
Pairing: Basch/Balthier
Rating: PG-13 (and it's Fran's fault)
Author's note: I originally meant to type a story that I had already written by hand, but Fran did not agree with that. I (lovingly) mock the Swedish National Anthem at one point but I don't think you'll notice. Please let me know if Fran is OOC, I haven't really written her before.
Reviews are love.
The smut will be found in chapter 2 (Only the Moon Howls. Part 1)
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Penelo was breathing heavily next to him and he could see the sweat trickle down Fran's back in front of him. He couldn't blame them, the heat was unbearable and the terrain unforgiving, he could only imagine how Balthier suffered inside all that leather and for just one moment he wished that his own vest had been as small as Vaan's.
"Three days" Penelo sighed "Who builds a road that only goes uphill?"
"Need you rest?" Fran asked from the front, no sign of tiredness showing in her own voice. "It is not easy for a hume to concur this ground."
"No, thank you. I'll be fine." Penelo managed to smile "I just wish that this mountain would have a top."
"Another two and we should be near the wood." Basch knew his words did little to brighten anyone's mood but no one had ever benefited from not knowing how to prepare for the march ahead of them. "I think even Lady Ashe will wish to stop soon."
"Wielding a sword against those birds would make anyone want to stop." Penelo giggled slightly as she watched how the main party tackled another feather-clad beast.
"My cue." Fran walked past them to replace the melee fighter.
Basch tried not to look at the road ahead as he walked, all too aware of how different it was to walk this path now compared to then. He remembered how the airship had malfunctioned at the foot of the mountain and how they had struggled with the weight of their armor. He was fortunate enough to have been on the right ship, the one that did not make it there in time.
Two thousand soldiers of the Dalmascan forces had died at Nabudis. Sixty had survived.
Basch shivered despite the heat.
"Up there." Ashe spoke up a moment later and pointed to the only open area in sight "We will set up our camp there. Unless anyone objects."
No one objected, Basch hadn't expected them to respond differently.
They had been lucky enough to find a mountain stream nearby, a small stream no greater than two feet wide and one foot deep but it was more than enough for their purposes. Basch dipped his hands into the water and watched it clean his hands from blood and dirt, the water was clear as crystal and he detected no foul taste as he carefully drank of the cold water.
"It is clean?" Fran asked when she knelt down beside him.
"It is excellent" He replied with a small smile. "The Gods must have taken pity on us at last."
"Have they stopped their toying?" She brought a handful of water to her lips. "It seems so. Yet I wonder..."
"We need all the help we can get, especially now that we wander closer to the border" He sighs.
"Many times have I walked into Archades, alone and accompanied alike... Seldom did I encounter problems." Her hands went back into the stream, gently playing with the path of the water. "Humes... Your eyes always betray your heart."
"We are not beings meant for the world we created, few of us are well suited to this..."
"And so you create Gods, to blame and celebrate." She looked at him, crimson eyes full of forgotten wisdom. "You still think of the Gods of old."
"How do you know?" He could not help but wonder if this Viera was able to read every expression on a hume's face, it would not surprise him if she was able to do so.
"You are of Landis. Landis always wished to be and remain what she was, her children took the old traditions with them into the new world."
"As do children of all nations, we cling to the past when we seek the future." He relaxed slightly, felt how tense his muscles had been and how the worry inside of him stilled.
"You more than the others of our party" She smiled and to his surprise he detected mischief in her eyes. "My ears do not carry false sounds to me... Since the latest new moon began its journey, you have not sought relief."
"I beg your pardon?" Basch felt himself blush.
"That custom is Landissian. To not spill seed before the harvest when it is needed so soon." She chuckled. "And so the humes withhold their seed until the harvest is completed and time for seeding is upon them again."
"You... eavesdrop?" He forced the blush away, too surprised to believe Fran's words.
"I... overhear. Humes are noisy, even if that varies. You are rather quiet, for a hume. His loudness varies." Her left ear twitched in Balthier's direction before she rose to her full height. "But I think you already knew that."