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Title: Fireworks
Author: iceprincessd
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Basch/Gwen (original character)
Table: B
Prompt: #2 Beauty
Word Count: 668
Summary: “I know where we can get a better view.”
Warnings: None, pre-game
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of the people at Square-Enix.

Nightfall had firmly settled into place, the breezes turning cool as they fluttered around Rabanastre. Gwen pushed her hair off her neck and enjoyed the change of temperature. The day had been one of the hottest in record, or so many people around the bazaar had said. Sales had been slow; buyers had spent much of the day indoors or lazing about the fountains trying to keep cool. Gwen had spent the majority of the day inside as well, the windows to her father’s shop closed to keep the heat out.

“I thought I’d find you here.” Something cool brushed her arm and she jumped. Basch stood beside her, a cup in his hands. He gave her a friendly smile as she took it from him. “Looking forward to the display?”

She tilted her head back and sipped the cup’s contents. The tart taste of Dalmascan wine washed over her tongue. “It should be amazing; the plans have been going on for months, not to mention all the preparations this week.”

“A princess isn’t born every day,” Basch commented, eyeing the ever growing crowd as he took the cup back from her. The entire city was celebrating the king and queen’s newborn child’s naming ceremony, which had been going on for the better part of the week. While many had speculated that planning for the event months in advance was considered tempting the fates, especially with the infant mortality rate as of late being as high as it had been, everyone had been overjoyed when news of the girl’s birth was announced.

“Ashelia is a lovely name,” Gwen agreed, sidling closer to Basch and linking her arm with his. Her smile widened when he wove the fingers of his free hand with hers. They tilted their heads as the first bursts of color illuminated the sky, sparkles of silver glittering down to rain on the spectators below.

“I know where we can get a better view,” Basch suddenly told her, stepping away. Before she could question him, he took hold of her hand and gently tugged her along, leading her through the throngs of people and towards the castle.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” she whispered, hoping that they wouldn’t get caught.

“It’s the guard’s entrance; there won’t be anyone here at this hour.” They climbed several flights of stairs until they reached an outdoor parapet. The wind was a little stronger there than on the ground, but they were granted an uninterrupted view of the fireworks display.

“It’s beautiful,” Gwen said, leaning against him, her face bathed in green and blue light.

Basch unabashedly stared at her, his head tilted to the side and a crooked grin on his face. “It is,” he told her, ignoring the lights completely, his voice low. She had enough time to turn her face towards him, her look slightly puzzled, before he reached out and gently tilted her chin upwards, his lips tentatively touching hers. He pulled back slightly, his face searching for any signs that his actions were unwanted. Finding none, he dipped his head again, his arms tightening around her waist as Gwen sighed against his mouth and pressed herself closer.


Her father was sitting on a stool in the workshop, idly mending a leather armguard when she carefully closed and locked the front door. He made noises about not waiting up for her, but she couldn’t help but note that the stool he sat on was so far out of the workshop that he would have been better off sitting up front next to the counter instead.

“How did the display go?” he asked, tilting his head to accept the kiss she gave his cheek.

Gwen paused, her hand on the stair railing. Her eyes went soft and her mouth quirked upwards into a dreamy smile. “It was fantastic,” she said before going upstairs to her room. Her father heard her muted footsteps and then shook his head at the sudden peal of giggles that followed.

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