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{Fan Fic} Brothers
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Class: Soldier
Title: Brothers
Summary: A Five Things Fic. Gabranth's thoughts on himself, Basch, and other characters as he reflects on events before, during, and right up to the ending of Final Fantasy XII....My sister, Yin, wanted me to post it here. XD
Characters/Pairings: Gabranth, Basch, Larsa. Mentions of Reks, Vayne, Drace, and a few of the other FFXII characters. If you squint, you *might* be able to interpret it as Gabranth/Drace...but, I sort of left that open to interpretation on purpose. ♥
Word count: 2,500
Rating/warnings: PG/PG-13. Nothing major, but there's a couple character deaths in there which all happen in the game...so spoilers for FFXII if you haven't played it yet.
Legal Discalimer: I do not own FFXII or any FFXII characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.
First Thing: Smoke
Landis burned while people screamed in its streets, although it terrified him more when the screams stopped. The sounds of death were all around him and Noah wanted to cry, wanted to escape the horror.
But he couldn't. Basch and their mother were here. She was too weak from sickness to move very far, so the twins stared at the Archadian Empire's soldiers closing in.
"They're dogs, hunting their prey...hunting us." Basch said, although Noah doubted he meant to say it out loud: thoughts were not secure here.
"Basch, we should stay." Noah looked over at their mother. She would never be able to escape if they fled.
His brother's expression as the soldiers neared was one of total panic. The fear sank in Noah’s stomach: Basch was going to run.
"Basch, don't! I can't do this by myself!" Noah screamed, but it came out in a gasped choke due to the thick smoke.
His brother...had he heard him? His older twin showed no recognition, his eyes still wide with fright. Noah wanted to make Basch stare away from their inevitable fate: the soldiers would come, even if they ran. If they fled, their mother wouldn't survive.
Noah's hand tightened around his poor excuse of a sword as he kneeled down next to their mother, checking for wounds. It irked him that Basch wasn't doing anything.
"Mother, we need you to stay here. The soldiers will be upon us soon." He said through coughs.
Standing back up, Noah was startled by the sight of Basch kneeling on the ground. "Basch!" Noah tried to scream, choking on smoke: "Basch! You need to stand up! They’re coming!"
He reached for Basch's shoulder, but his twin jerked away as if Noah's touch burned.
"Noah, I'm sorry." Basch said, as if that explained everything.
"What are you...?" He asked, interrupted by a soldier entering his field of vision. When Noah turned back to Basch, he saw his brother disappearing in the smoke.
"Basch! You coward!" Noah screamed. Without Basch's help, he didn't stand a chance.
He was not like Basch. He would never abandon his duty, despite the fear that made his limbs quake. In that moment, the boy known as Noah was abandoned: by his brother and by himself.
Anger swelled within him…towards the soldiers, towards Basch. He didn't know it then, but that was the moment when Noah became Gabranth.
All he was aware of were the screams and the smoke that allowed his brother to so easily flee.
Second Thing: Future Emperors
Judge Magister Gabranth knew right away that he did not care for Vayne Solidor. Vayne was no different from the Archadians who had destroyed Landis, and he was certainly not of his father's ilk.
Vayne viewed Gabranth as a half-breed unworthy of the title and respect his father Lord Gramis saw fit to give him: often commenting that the Judge was indeed loyal, but one never forgets that a loyal stray is still just a stray. Vayne saw Gabranth as little more than a burden.
...Drace said that Larsa, Vayne's younger brother, was different. Gabranth had been given the task of being the child's guard and dreaded it, despite Drace's opinion that getting to know Lord Larsa would be good for him.
Having to protect a child didn't sit well with him. Images flashed through his mind of legs shaking under the weight of two swords, his childhood filled with smoke and blood. Gabranth couldn't protect anything then...what made people foolish enough to believe that had changed?
Drace told him to meet Larsa after his studies, and he found the boy in his room reading a book. Gabranth noted that the door was left open and frowned...guarding this child would be difficult.
He doubted Larsa was paying attention to the text. In the few times he had met with the young lord, he saw how observant the child was.
His suspicions were correct for Larsa didn't even look up when he said: "You can come in, Judge Gabranth. I'd welcome the company."
For a moment, Gabranth was startled, for it reminded him of a time when his twin Basch told him the same thing: he had been scared and had run to his brother still awake in the night. ...A lifetime ago, before the war, back when he was still Noah.
"Lord Larsa. I will be your guard." Gabranth said, assuming the boy wanted a direct approach.
Larsa smiled in response and stood up, walking closer to Gabranth. Vayne never stood this close to him and he fought the instinct to back away.
"Then I trust you to always do the right thing." Larsa said as his small hand grasped Gabranth's gauntleted one in a gesture of equals.
Gabranth didn't think himself worthy of the kindness. He vaguely wondered if Basch had been this lucky and if he thought himself unworthy too. Looking at Larsa's innocent face, Gabranth found something he wasn't aware he was looking for: someone to protect.
He knew Larsa would be good for this world, unlike Vayne. Gabranth wanted to see the world this boy would create. He would protect him...he would not fail this time.
Third Thing: Wounds
The blood pooled around the soldier that Gabranth had scarcely known...and, during that time, the boy believed him to be his twin brother, Basch. He called him a boy because that was what he was: a child too young to be a soldier.
As far as the assassination was concerned, things went well: King Raminas was dead, the targets eliminated...there was even an eyewitness to see that "Basch" was the traitor.
Gabranth should be pleased by the end result, but as the adrenaline stalled he looked at the boy he had cut down with his sword and found that he was anything but satisfied.
Blood on his hands wasn't new...he'd known sin far too well. Gabranth could barely recall a time when he didn't feel the guilt of past actions weighing upon him heavily.
The assassination itself was cowardly. There was no love between himself and his twin, but it did not sit well with him to tarnish his brother's name this way. No, Basch was a coward and Gabranth thought him a traitor...but there was no honor in using him as a scapegoat. It was all too convenient: an enemy with his face, playing on the trust of others.
All it made Gabranth feel was dishonorable, but he hadn't protested because he could think of no better plan. He truly was a "dog of the Empire" and that knowledge ate at him.
When he first saw the soldier, he wanted to tell him to leave. He knew from the start the end result would be ugly. Now the boy was crumpled on the floor, blood flowing from the wound Gabranth delivered.
When he looked at his blade, bloody droplets fell to the floor. He couldn't tell which was the soldier's and which were from his other targets. Not that it mattered: blood was blood. It was always easy to shed, but never easy to clean.
The face of the soldier reminded him of Basch...or maybe even a little bit of himself. His eyes were the same as his twin's before the war had taken everything from them, destroyed their innocence. Before this moment, the Basch from his childhood rarely crossed his mind...even though he was now using his brother's likeness as a disguise.
"Why?"
Gabranth hoped the wound he had inflicted was not fatal. He did not want to harm the boy, but there was no other option for success.
"I am sorry." He said...although he wasn't sure if it was directed totally to the soldier, the soldier's family, the people whose lives he had taken, or even to Basch for cowardly hiding behind his face.
All he knew was he was sorry...and that no amount of forgiveness would cleanse him of this guilt, for he would never forgive himself.
He silently made a prayer that the soldier would survive and see his family again...that he would never know a relationship such as what he and Basch had.
Then he was out the door, hoping to rid himself of this "Basch" disguise forever...knowing full well he'd never be rid of his brother, or the look in the eyes of that boy as he ran him through.
Fourth Thing: Recollection
When he closed his eyes, memories assaulted him: those of the past and those current. Gabranth couldn't decide which he loathed more. Did he despise the youth he once was who couldn't protect anyone? Or did he despise his current self, who had failed to keep his word? Either way, his own weakness mocked him.
Whenever he saw Basch's face, the memories of Noah came back to haunt him. Back then, Gabranth could protect nothing...he had tried when Basch ran away, and he had failed.
As Gabranth, what was he protecting? Lord Gramis. Drace. Larsa. He had failed.
Memories of a young soldier lying motionless on the floor with his blood and the blood of others dripping from the sword Gabranth himself had gripped. Was he capable of protecting innocence when he destroyed it?
He couldn't rid himself of sins. The younger brother of that soldier wouldn't kill him...and he was right, what good would it have done if he did? Ending Gabranth's life wouldn't bring back the lives he had taken.
His twin brother, Basch, once a coward who had fled from battle, leaving his own family behind...he seemed to find his resolve in protecting Princess Ashe. If someone like Basch could make amends for his past, why couldn't he?
When he closed his eyes, these thoughts came at him with relentless force. Truly, he was no better than the dog Vayne referred to him as. Except, unlike a dog, Gabranth knew what he did was wrong, had known it all along. He hated himself all the more for it.
He heard footsteps beside him and was surprised to find he had almost drifted off to sleep standing in the hallway. He found Larsa staring up at him with a worried expression.
"Are you all right?" Larsa asked, his question breaking the silence.
Gabranth pushed the remorse deep down inside before nodding. He was used to Larsa's informality and appreciated the subtle gesture of talking to him on equal terms. Larsa's kindness was something he found himself grateful for...and undeserving of.
"Should you not be with your brother?" the Judge asked, although he knew the answer already: Larsa didn't feel comfortable around Vayne since their father's death.
Larsa shook his head, his sideways glance eyeing the long corridor: "I feel I am needed here."
Gabranth didn't respond, though he was touched by Lord Larsa's honesty. ...In the back of his mind, he felt unworthy of this bond they had formed. The youth had been through so much in such a short amount of time that Gabranth felt ashamed for being the one receiving comfort.
He recalled asking Basch how his brother would protect when he had run away, but what about himself? He had helped the very Empire that had destroyed Landis...was there honor in that? He remembered crying as a young boy...partially because of smoke, partially because of loneliness and weakness.
Without realizing it, his armored arm moved up and his gauntleted hand grasped Larsa's shoulder and squeezed in a gesture he vaguely recalled Basch using on him when they were children...when Noah was anxious and needed reassurance.
The boy stepped around Gabranth's helmet that was littering the floor at their feet and rested his head on Gabranth’s arm...the youth's exhaustion and worries evident as he closed his eyes.
Gabranth was startled by the almost brotherly affection Larsa displayed for him...and then he remembered that Larsa probably welcomed the opportunity to be a regular child for a moment, a boy wanting to be with someone he viewed as a brother.
...Memories of Noah and Basch before the war flashed vaguely in Gabranth's mind and he realized that he had missed having someone to view as a brother too.
"I meant what I said, Gabranth." Larsa said, "No matter what, I trust that you will always do the right thing."
Gabranth looked down at Larsa and, for the first time since he was a child, smiled. Before he thought better of it, his free hand patted the top of Larsa's head as Basch used to do when they were children.
"Lord Larsa, thank you." He said, knowing that the boy had fallen asleep. Gabranth didn't have the heart to wake him, so he continued to stand guard in the corridor.
Fifth Thing: Death
Gabranth had seen death many times, so he thought he would be familiar with the thing when it came for him.
It had happened quickly, his act of defiance against Vayne. He remembered only wanting to protect Larsa...and then the pain afterwards. So many things were racing through his mind, the details of which were already hazy.
He remembered Landis as it was before the war, how he and Basch and their mother had tried to make a life there. They were happy, once. He could recall that now clearly...and it pained him that it took him so long to remember that there was a time when he hadn't been ashamed of the person he was.
He remembered the war...the one that destroyed Landis and the bond he had with his brother. He recalled the terror when Basch fled, when he realized he couldn't fight the soldiers on his own.
He remembered the shame he felt at joining with that same Empire, becoming one of those very soldiers. He remembered abandoning the name of Noah, abandoning his honor and who he was.
He became a Judge Magister, a tool for the Archadian Empire. He remembered Lord Gramis, who he genuinely respected when he realized the Emperor felt guilt for what he had done. He remembered Drace and how she wanted the Empire to be something good. He remembered killing her too. He hoped that he had kept his vow to her: that he had protected Lord Larsa.
He remembered killing many people. He wasn't free of his sins. There was no atonement. But, maybe...just maybe, he did some good too.
As he looked at Larsa's face above him he hoped that the boy who believed in him when even he himself did not would create a world that would never need someone like Judge Gabranth. He believed in Larsa's kindness.
Last of all, he remembered his brother, Basch...and not in hatred. It hurt that it took him this long to realize his brother wasn't the one he was angry at.
Basch was staring down at him and Gabranth knew he would never be able to say all that needed to be said. So, he focused on the most important thing: asking his brother to protect Lord Larsa and Archadia in his stead.
...And then Noah's world went black.
breyzyyin)Class: Soldier
Title: Brothers
Summary: A Five Things Fic. Gabranth's thoughts on himself, Basch, and other characters as he reflects on events before, during, and right up to the ending of Final Fantasy XII.
Characters/Pairings: Gabranth, Basch, Larsa. Mentions of Reks, Vayne, Drace, and a few of the other FFXII characters. If you squint, you *might* be able to interpret it as Gabranth/Drace...but, I sort of left that open to interpretation on purpose. ♥
Word count: 2,500
Rating/warnings: PG/PG-13. Nothing major, but there's a couple character deaths in there which all happen in the game...so spoilers for FFXII if you haven't played it yet.
Legal Discalimer: I do not own FFXII or any FFXII characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.
First Thing: Smoke
Landis burned while people screamed in its streets, although it terrified him more when the screams stopped. The sounds of death were all around him and Noah wanted to cry, wanted to escape the horror.
But he couldn't. Basch and their mother were here. She was too weak from sickness to move very far, so the twins stared at the Archadian Empire's soldiers closing in.
"They're dogs, hunting their prey...hunting us." Basch said, although Noah doubted he meant to say it out loud: thoughts were not secure here.
"Basch, we should stay." Noah looked over at their mother. She would never be able to escape if they fled.
His brother's expression as the soldiers neared was one of total panic. The fear sank in Noah’s stomach: Basch was going to run.
"Basch, don't! I can't do this by myself!" Noah screamed, but it came out in a gasped choke due to the thick smoke.
His brother...had he heard him? His older twin showed no recognition, his eyes still wide with fright. Noah wanted to make Basch stare away from their inevitable fate: the soldiers would come, even if they ran. If they fled, their mother wouldn't survive.
Noah's hand tightened around his poor excuse of a sword as he kneeled down next to their mother, checking for wounds. It irked him that Basch wasn't doing anything.
"Mother, we need you to stay here. The soldiers will be upon us soon." He said through coughs.
Standing back up, Noah was startled by the sight of Basch kneeling on the ground. "Basch!" Noah tried to scream, choking on smoke: "Basch! You need to stand up! They’re coming!"
He reached for Basch's shoulder, but his twin jerked away as if Noah's touch burned.
"Noah, I'm sorry." Basch said, as if that explained everything.
"What are you...?" He asked, interrupted by a soldier entering his field of vision. When Noah turned back to Basch, he saw his brother disappearing in the smoke.
"Basch! You coward!" Noah screamed. Without Basch's help, he didn't stand a chance.
He was not like Basch. He would never abandon his duty, despite the fear that made his limbs quake. In that moment, the boy known as Noah was abandoned: by his brother and by himself.
Anger swelled within him…towards the soldiers, towards Basch. He didn't know it then, but that was the moment when Noah became Gabranth.
All he was aware of were the screams and the smoke that allowed his brother to so easily flee.
Second Thing: Future Emperors
Judge Magister Gabranth knew right away that he did not care for Vayne Solidor. Vayne was no different from the Archadians who had destroyed Landis, and he was certainly not of his father's ilk.
Vayne viewed Gabranth as a half-breed unworthy of the title and respect his father Lord Gramis saw fit to give him: often commenting that the Judge was indeed loyal, but one never forgets that a loyal stray is still just a stray. Vayne saw Gabranth as little more than a burden.
...Drace said that Larsa, Vayne's younger brother, was different. Gabranth had been given the task of being the child's guard and dreaded it, despite Drace's opinion that getting to know Lord Larsa would be good for him.
Having to protect a child didn't sit well with him. Images flashed through his mind of legs shaking under the weight of two swords, his childhood filled with smoke and blood. Gabranth couldn't protect anything then...what made people foolish enough to believe that had changed?
Drace told him to meet Larsa after his studies, and he found the boy in his room reading a book. Gabranth noted that the door was left open and frowned...guarding this child would be difficult.
He doubted Larsa was paying attention to the text. In the few times he had met with the young lord, he saw how observant the child was.
His suspicions were correct for Larsa didn't even look up when he said: "You can come in, Judge Gabranth. I'd welcome the company."
For a moment, Gabranth was startled, for it reminded him of a time when his twin Basch told him the same thing: he had been scared and had run to his brother still awake in the night. ...A lifetime ago, before the war, back when he was still Noah.
"Lord Larsa. I will be your guard." Gabranth said, assuming the boy wanted a direct approach.
Larsa smiled in response and stood up, walking closer to Gabranth. Vayne never stood this close to him and he fought the instinct to back away.
"Then I trust you to always do the right thing." Larsa said as his small hand grasped Gabranth's gauntleted one in a gesture of equals.
Gabranth didn't think himself worthy of the kindness. He vaguely wondered if Basch had been this lucky and if he thought himself unworthy too. Looking at Larsa's innocent face, Gabranth found something he wasn't aware he was looking for: someone to protect.
He knew Larsa would be good for this world, unlike Vayne. Gabranth wanted to see the world this boy would create. He would protect him...he would not fail this time.
Third Thing: Wounds
The blood pooled around the soldier that Gabranth had scarcely known...and, during that time, the boy believed him to be his twin brother, Basch. He called him a boy because that was what he was: a child too young to be a soldier.
As far as the assassination was concerned, things went well: King Raminas was dead, the targets eliminated...there was even an eyewitness to see that "Basch" was the traitor.
Gabranth should be pleased by the end result, but as the adrenaline stalled he looked at the boy he had cut down with his sword and found that he was anything but satisfied.
Blood on his hands wasn't new...he'd known sin far too well. Gabranth could barely recall a time when he didn't feel the guilt of past actions weighing upon him heavily.
The assassination itself was cowardly. There was no love between himself and his twin, but it did not sit well with him to tarnish his brother's name this way. No, Basch was a coward and Gabranth thought him a traitor...but there was no honor in using him as a scapegoat. It was all too convenient: an enemy with his face, playing on the trust of others.
All it made Gabranth feel was dishonorable, but he hadn't protested because he could think of no better plan. He truly was a "dog of the Empire" and that knowledge ate at him.
When he first saw the soldier, he wanted to tell him to leave. He knew from the start the end result would be ugly. Now the boy was crumpled on the floor, blood flowing from the wound Gabranth delivered.
When he looked at his blade, bloody droplets fell to the floor. He couldn't tell which was the soldier's and which were from his other targets. Not that it mattered: blood was blood. It was always easy to shed, but never easy to clean.
The face of the soldier reminded him of Basch...or maybe even a little bit of himself. His eyes were the same as his twin's before the war had taken everything from them, destroyed their innocence. Before this moment, the Basch from his childhood rarely crossed his mind...even though he was now using his brother's likeness as a disguise.
"Why?"
Gabranth hoped the wound he had inflicted was not fatal. He did not want to harm the boy, but there was no other option for success.
"I am sorry." He said...although he wasn't sure if it was directed totally to the soldier, the soldier's family, the people whose lives he had taken, or even to Basch for cowardly hiding behind his face.
All he knew was he was sorry...and that no amount of forgiveness would cleanse him of this guilt, for he would never forgive himself.
He silently made a prayer that the soldier would survive and see his family again...that he would never know a relationship such as what he and Basch had.
Then he was out the door, hoping to rid himself of this "Basch" disguise forever...knowing full well he'd never be rid of his brother, or the look in the eyes of that boy as he ran him through.
Fourth Thing: Recollection
When he closed his eyes, memories assaulted him: those of the past and those current. Gabranth couldn't decide which he loathed more. Did he despise the youth he once was who couldn't protect anyone? Or did he despise his current self, who had failed to keep his word? Either way, his own weakness mocked him.
Whenever he saw Basch's face, the memories of Noah came back to haunt him. Back then, Gabranth could protect nothing...he had tried when Basch ran away, and he had failed.
As Gabranth, what was he protecting? Lord Gramis. Drace. Larsa. He had failed.
Memories of a young soldier lying motionless on the floor with his blood and the blood of others dripping from the sword Gabranth himself had gripped. Was he capable of protecting innocence when he destroyed it?
He couldn't rid himself of sins. The younger brother of that soldier wouldn't kill him...and he was right, what good would it have done if he did? Ending Gabranth's life wouldn't bring back the lives he had taken.
His twin brother, Basch, once a coward who had fled from battle, leaving his own family behind...he seemed to find his resolve in protecting Princess Ashe. If someone like Basch could make amends for his past, why couldn't he?
When he closed his eyes, these thoughts came at him with relentless force. Truly, he was no better than the dog Vayne referred to him as. Except, unlike a dog, Gabranth knew what he did was wrong, had known it all along. He hated himself all the more for it.
He heard footsteps beside him and was surprised to find he had almost drifted off to sleep standing in the hallway. He found Larsa staring up at him with a worried expression.
"Are you all right?" Larsa asked, his question breaking the silence.
Gabranth pushed the remorse deep down inside before nodding. He was used to Larsa's informality and appreciated the subtle gesture of talking to him on equal terms. Larsa's kindness was something he found himself grateful for...and undeserving of.
"Should you not be with your brother?" the Judge asked, although he knew the answer already: Larsa didn't feel comfortable around Vayne since their father's death.
Larsa shook his head, his sideways glance eyeing the long corridor: "I feel I am needed here."
Gabranth didn't respond, though he was touched by Lord Larsa's honesty. ...In the back of his mind, he felt unworthy of this bond they had formed. The youth had been through so much in such a short amount of time that Gabranth felt ashamed for being the one receiving comfort.
He recalled asking Basch how his brother would protect when he had run away, but what about himself? He had helped the very Empire that had destroyed Landis...was there honor in that? He remembered crying as a young boy...partially because of smoke, partially because of loneliness and weakness.
Without realizing it, his armored arm moved up and his gauntleted hand grasped Larsa's shoulder and squeezed in a gesture he vaguely recalled Basch using on him when they were children...when Noah was anxious and needed reassurance.
The boy stepped around Gabranth's helmet that was littering the floor at their feet and rested his head on Gabranth’s arm...the youth's exhaustion and worries evident as he closed his eyes.
Gabranth was startled by the almost brotherly affection Larsa displayed for him...and then he remembered that Larsa probably welcomed the opportunity to be a regular child for a moment, a boy wanting to be with someone he viewed as a brother.
...Memories of Noah and Basch before the war flashed vaguely in Gabranth's mind and he realized that he had missed having someone to view as a brother too.
"I meant what I said, Gabranth." Larsa said, "No matter what, I trust that you will always do the right thing."
Gabranth looked down at Larsa and, for the first time since he was a child, smiled. Before he thought better of it, his free hand patted the top of Larsa's head as Basch used to do when they were children.
"Lord Larsa, thank you." He said, knowing that the boy had fallen asleep. Gabranth didn't have the heart to wake him, so he continued to stand guard in the corridor.
Fifth Thing: Death
Gabranth had seen death many times, so he thought he would be familiar with the thing when it came for him.
It had happened quickly, his act of defiance against Vayne. He remembered only wanting to protect Larsa...and then the pain afterwards. So many things were racing through his mind, the details of which were already hazy.
He remembered Landis as it was before the war, how he and Basch and their mother had tried to make a life there. They were happy, once. He could recall that now clearly...and it pained him that it took him so long to remember that there was a time when he hadn't been ashamed of the person he was.
He remembered the war...the one that destroyed Landis and the bond he had with his brother. He recalled the terror when Basch fled, when he realized he couldn't fight the soldiers on his own.
He remembered the shame he felt at joining with that same Empire, becoming one of those very soldiers. He remembered abandoning the name of Noah, abandoning his honor and who he was.
He became a Judge Magister, a tool for the Archadian Empire. He remembered Lord Gramis, who he genuinely respected when he realized the Emperor felt guilt for what he had done. He remembered Drace and how she wanted the Empire to be something good. He remembered killing her too. He hoped that he had kept his vow to her: that he had protected Lord Larsa.
He remembered killing many people. He wasn't free of his sins. There was no atonement. But, maybe...just maybe, he did some good too.
As he looked at Larsa's face above him he hoped that the boy who believed in him when even he himself did not would create a world that would never need someone like Judge Gabranth. He believed in Larsa's kindness.
Last of all, he remembered his brother, Basch...and not in hatred. It hurt that it took him this long to realize his brother wasn't the one he was angry at.
Basch was staring down at him and Gabranth knew he would never be able to say all that needed to be said. So, he focused on the most important thing: asking his brother to protect Lord Larsa and Archadia in his stead.
...And then Noah's world went black.
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I loved this, and especially the last line that packed such a punch. The Gabranth/Basch relationship in the game SLAYS MY HEART WITH A SPEAR, and I think you wrote a beautiful, tragic portrayal of it here, particularly the parallels between how Basch and Larsa. Wonderful.
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Thank you for posting this, I'm glad I got a chance to read it again! ♥
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Thank you for posting this, I'm glad I got a chance to read it again! ♥
~You're welcome! ♥
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Basch being totally hot has nothing to do with it I swearand the ways in which they interact both personally and politically. So much tragedy and heartbreak between them all, especially when you throw Vayne in the mixso much sibling dysfunctionYou captured the characters so wonderfully here. XDno subject
Basch being totally hot had nothing to do with my enjoyment of his character either, hehe!I'm really glad that you liked this fic that much. I always thought the Basch/Noah and Gabranth/Larsa relationships were really interesting in the game, so I'm glad that you enjoyed my paralleling of them. ♥no subject