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pezWeekends are so great when I don't have to run around. Today I cleaned a bit, fixed the Dave costume, wrote a bit, browsed Amazon and added things to my wishlist because I'm feeling stingy and want to leave purchases of stuff until December. Now thinking about making Soldier Blue's headset. I've got a regular pair that's been sprayed white, but his headphones have a very distinctive shape so I want to try making them instead.
Still trying to decide if I want to get Assassin's Creed on the Box or on PC. My PC seems horribly underused, but a Box version means I can take it to my sister's to play. Of course, I can just leave TLR there too, since I've got the PC one at home...
Watched "Heston's Victorian Feast". "There is something very obscene about lots of pink jelly structures being wobbled on a table," I thought. And then............ "oh God, NO THEY ARE NOT. THEY ARE INSERTING VIBRATORS INTO THE JELLY TO MAKE IT WOBBLE."
Google Docs now translates things. It's scary. I got it to translate a bit of fic I'm writing into Chinese. Quite a few things are way off but it's still understandable. That's pretty freaky.
The lack of TLR fics to read is making me depressed. One can do a million things to help the fandom but still, the fics aren't coming.
Anyway. Have some random Basch/Emma. I was bored at work when I wrote this, and then forgot about it until just now. It's not interesting though.
There were only two people in the world who Basch would go down on his knees for: his lord, and the woman of his life.
He went to his lord first. It was early evening, not quite time to dine yet, and the audience chamber was shrouded in twilight, a little too dim but not dark enough to need the lights turned on. Waiting inside, he watched Lord David enter from the side door, walking briskly with Torgal right behind him, obviously having just come from another duty he had been tending to. He sat down with his usual grace, but Basch could not help but think what his lord truly wanted to do was to throw himself onto the nearest piece of soft furniture. As someone rushed over with a tray and offered David a drink, Basch checked his hopelessly windswept hair and straightened his clothes.
After David upended his glass of ice water, he turned his attention to Basch. "My apologies. The meeting went on for longer than expected."
Basch bowed. "Not at all. I'm sorry to have suddenly asked for your time."
"Basch?"
"Lord David?"
"Look at me when you're talking to me." David was smiling. "I appreciate that things are done differently in Dalmasca. But whilst I have no wish to deny your past, when you are here please follow Athlum's way."
That was a long way to say "there is no need to bow." Basch let out a gentle laugh. He'd been working for Athlum for several years already, it was really time to change. "Old habits."
"Dalmasca is a great kingdom," said David amiably. "When we find a Remnant to lift the Mist over her so that her people can return, I shall feel your absence."
"Lord David." Resisting the urge to bow again, Basch dipped his head a little. It was anyone's guess when - if - they could return to Dalmasca, with her royal family assassinated by Nagapur's Hermeien, her Remnant stolen and her lands made uninhabitable by Mist. Still, even without his former liege, it had taken very long for Basch to start seeing David Nassau as his lord, and he still had not managed to verbally address David as such - not that David ever requested him to.
Athlum, along with a few other lands, had taken in refugees from Dalmasca. It was a mutually beneficial relationship - Dalmascans, still holding onto the hope that their kingdom would eventually be freed from Mist, did not want their homeland to be controlled by lawless magicite miners. Athlum also needed the Dalmascan borders patrolled for similar reasons. To do that, they needed Basch, whose voice would be listened to by the Dalmascan army; even the most charismatic of leaders would not try to command someone else's troops. But even so, Basch could not help but feel that he was indebted to Athlum.
"Captain," Torgal spoke up, his firm voice cutting across the silence, "Lord David has had a busy day."
Yes, he should not be wasting David's time. Nor did he want to wait any longer, really. His eyes fixed on the Lord of Athlum and the leader of the Generals, Basch sank down onto his knees. David gasped, pushing himself to stand, but Basch spoke first.
"Lord David, General Torgal," he began, surprising Torgal by including him, "on behalf of all the Dalmascans, I thank you for all that you have done for us for the past four years."
David hurried down the few steps to his throne. "It's only an arrangement that also helps Athlum. You are a Knight of Dalmasca. You must not kneel to me."
"The Dalmanscan people would have been devoured by fiends attracted by Mist had you not called Congress and arranged rescue with such haste. I would not have been able to retain the title of a knight had you not gone out of your way to prove my innocence in my liege's murder." Looking up at David, and Torgal who stood a few steps behind his lord, Basch took a deep breath. "I would be a fool if I don't recognise these gifts."
David leaned down a little, resting a hand on Basch's shoulder. "Please. Get up."
Basch didn't listen. "Lord David... my lord. With all that you have already given me, I dare not ask for anything more. Yet this one thing I must ask, insolent as it is. If you cannot give me your blessing, then please be assured that I shall speak of it no more."
At that, David inclined his head gently to one side, golden hair swaying softly with the movement, as if trying to see what Basch could be thinking.
"Let us hear it."
They crossed the moat bridge into the city. Xiphos Way lay silent before them, its market closed hours ago, and they walked through it in silence. There were more signs of life at Virtus Parish, with patrons stumbling out of pubs and giving one another drunken waves and slurred good evenings as the owners prepared to close. They picked a quieter route. With its many twist and turns, Basch used to get lost in Virtus Parish often when he first came to Athlum, but now he had made this journey enough times that he could do it with his eyes shut.
Emma lived just beyond the old Town Square. It wasn't like Emma needed anyone to walk her home - they had never sparred, but Basch had seen her fight and he would not want to stand at the other end of her sword - but that was hardly the point.
Beneath Valeria Heart was where they usually parted. The Town Square was deserted as usual at this hour, but even so Basch knew he wasn't going to be allowed to kiss her; Emma was uncomfortable with displaying affection in public, even if "public" was only the stray cats curled up on the low wall surrounding the Remnant, purring contentedly at the warmth it radiated.
She eyed him with great suspicion when he grasped her arm and brought her around to the other side of the Remnant, where there was a bit of sheltered space.
"Emma."
"Basch."
She didn't sound entirely pleased. Perhaps it was only because she didn't know what Basch had in mind that made him break their normal routine. He hoped that was the case. He wasn't good at understanding women but he never saw it as a handicap even when Balthier laughed at him for it. Right now, though, he wished he was different.
That look of suspicion did not change until Basch went down on one knee and took out the betrothal band. He didn't speak, so she opened her mouth first. The words that came didn't surprise Basch at all.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Emma..."
"I am a General of Athlum. You are -- "
"I am a Knight from Dalmasca, one who failed to protect his liege. To many my honour is still questionable. If a new Remnant for Dalmasca is found, then it is my duty to help her back on her feet. If the Mist stays for good, then I become a man with no home. I don't have the background you would look for in a husband, and I know you're not in need of one."
Emma's eyes were on the ring. "Then what's the meaning of this?" Her voice seemed angry, but in the last few years Basch had learned that was the way she spoke when she got serious and thoughtful.
"Not in need of something does not mean you cannot have it. Emma, would you take this ring?"
"I have a daughter."
"She has given me her blessing and even aided me in getting this ring made," said Basch, recalling the smirk he'd received from Rod at the shop when he handed over the components he and Emmy had found together.
The response made Emma gasp, but her gaze was as hard as ever. "But you're a Dalmascan knight."
"In the absence of your parents, I'd... sought permission from Lord David and General Torgal. They're -- "
She covered her mouth with a hand. "How could you bother them with such..."
"I wouldn't dare to do this without their agreement first, not just for political reasons."
"I am going to kill you."
"Then so be it. But before that," he held the ring up a little, letting its polished surface catch the light from Valeria Heart.
It felt like they had stayed that way, unmoving, for a long time, but the lack of response didn't mean rejection. Basch waited patiently.
She looked at him. "I am a Honeywell. I would not use another's name."
"I could get used to being Basch Honeywell."
Emma's disbelieving stare was met with a warm smile. Another long minute passed.
"Give me that." Long, callused fingers snatched the ring from Basch's hand. "Enough time has been wasted and there are many tasks I need to get on with." Swiftly Emma put the ring on her finger, then marched off without sparing Basch another glance, not even wishing him good night. But Basch simply got onto his feet and watched her go.
He still didn't get a kiss from her in public, but he was the happiest man in the world.
Still trying to decide if I want to get Assassin's Creed on the Box or on PC. My PC seems horribly underused, but a Box version means I can take it to my sister's to play. Of course, I can just leave TLR there too, since I've got the PC one at home...
Watched "Heston's Victorian Feast". "There is something very obscene about lots of pink jelly structures being wobbled on a table," I thought. And then............ "oh God, NO THEY ARE NOT. THEY ARE INSERTING VIBRATORS INTO THE JELLY TO MAKE IT WOBBLE."
Google Docs now translates things. It's scary. I got it to translate a bit of fic I'm writing into Chinese. Quite a few things are way off but it's still understandable. That's pretty freaky.
The lack of TLR fics to read is making me depressed. One can do a million things to help the fandom but still, the fics aren't coming.
Anyway. Have some random Basch/Emma. I was bored at work when I wrote this, and then forgot about it until just now. It's not interesting though.
There were only two people in the world who Basch would go down on his knees for: his lord, and the woman of his life.
He went to his lord first. It was early evening, not quite time to dine yet, and the audience chamber was shrouded in twilight, a little too dim but not dark enough to need the lights turned on. Waiting inside, he watched Lord David enter from the side door, walking briskly with Torgal right behind him, obviously having just come from another duty he had been tending to. He sat down with his usual grace, but Basch could not help but think what his lord truly wanted to do was to throw himself onto the nearest piece of soft furniture. As someone rushed over with a tray and offered David a drink, Basch checked his hopelessly windswept hair and straightened his clothes.
After David upended his glass of ice water, he turned his attention to Basch. "My apologies. The meeting went on for longer than expected."
Basch bowed. "Not at all. I'm sorry to have suddenly asked for your time."
"Basch?"
"Lord David?"
"Look at me when you're talking to me." David was smiling. "I appreciate that things are done differently in Dalmasca. But whilst I have no wish to deny your past, when you are here please follow Athlum's way."
That was a long way to say "there is no need to bow." Basch let out a gentle laugh. He'd been working for Athlum for several years already, it was really time to change. "Old habits."
"Dalmasca is a great kingdom," said David amiably. "When we find a Remnant to lift the Mist over her so that her people can return, I shall feel your absence."
"Lord David." Resisting the urge to bow again, Basch dipped his head a little. It was anyone's guess when - if - they could return to Dalmasca, with her royal family assassinated by Nagapur's Hermeien, her Remnant stolen and her lands made uninhabitable by Mist. Still, even without his former liege, it had taken very long for Basch to start seeing David Nassau as his lord, and he still had not managed to verbally address David as such - not that David ever requested him to.
Athlum, along with a few other lands, had taken in refugees from Dalmasca. It was a mutually beneficial relationship - Dalmascans, still holding onto the hope that their kingdom would eventually be freed from Mist, did not want their homeland to be controlled by lawless magicite miners. Athlum also needed the Dalmascan borders patrolled for similar reasons. To do that, they needed Basch, whose voice would be listened to by the Dalmascan army; even the most charismatic of leaders would not try to command someone else's troops. But even so, Basch could not help but feel that he was indebted to Athlum.
"Captain," Torgal spoke up, his firm voice cutting across the silence, "Lord David has had a busy day."
Yes, he should not be wasting David's time. Nor did he want to wait any longer, really. His eyes fixed on the Lord of Athlum and the leader of the Generals, Basch sank down onto his knees. David gasped, pushing himself to stand, but Basch spoke first.
"Lord David, General Torgal," he began, surprising Torgal by including him, "on behalf of all the Dalmascans, I thank you for all that you have done for us for the past four years."
David hurried down the few steps to his throne. "It's only an arrangement that also helps Athlum. You are a Knight of Dalmasca. You must not kneel to me."
"The Dalmanscan people would have been devoured by fiends attracted by Mist had you not called Congress and arranged rescue with such haste. I would not have been able to retain the title of a knight had you not gone out of your way to prove my innocence in my liege's murder." Looking up at David, and Torgal who stood a few steps behind his lord, Basch took a deep breath. "I would be a fool if I don't recognise these gifts."
David leaned down a little, resting a hand on Basch's shoulder. "Please. Get up."
Basch didn't listen. "Lord David... my lord. With all that you have already given me, I dare not ask for anything more. Yet this one thing I must ask, insolent as it is. If you cannot give me your blessing, then please be assured that I shall speak of it no more."
At that, David inclined his head gently to one side, golden hair swaying softly with the movement, as if trying to see what Basch could be thinking.
"Let us hear it."
They crossed the moat bridge into the city. Xiphos Way lay silent before them, its market closed hours ago, and they walked through it in silence. There were more signs of life at Virtus Parish, with patrons stumbling out of pubs and giving one another drunken waves and slurred good evenings as the owners prepared to close. They picked a quieter route. With its many twist and turns, Basch used to get lost in Virtus Parish often when he first came to Athlum, but now he had made this journey enough times that he could do it with his eyes shut.
Emma lived just beyond the old Town Square. It wasn't like Emma needed anyone to walk her home - they had never sparred, but Basch had seen her fight and he would not want to stand at the other end of her sword - but that was hardly the point.
Beneath Valeria Heart was where they usually parted. The Town Square was deserted as usual at this hour, but even so Basch knew he wasn't going to be allowed to kiss her; Emma was uncomfortable with displaying affection in public, even if "public" was only the stray cats curled up on the low wall surrounding the Remnant, purring contentedly at the warmth it radiated.
She eyed him with great suspicion when he grasped her arm and brought her around to the other side of the Remnant, where there was a bit of sheltered space.
"Emma."
"Basch."
She didn't sound entirely pleased. Perhaps it was only because she didn't know what Basch had in mind that made him break their normal routine. He hoped that was the case. He wasn't good at understanding women but he never saw it as a handicap even when Balthier laughed at him for it. Right now, though, he wished he was different.
That look of suspicion did not change until Basch went down on one knee and took out the betrothal band. He didn't speak, so she opened her mouth first. The words that came didn't surprise Basch at all.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Emma..."
"I am a General of Athlum. You are -- "
"I am a Knight from Dalmasca, one who failed to protect his liege. To many my honour is still questionable. If a new Remnant for Dalmasca is found, then it is my duty to help her back on her feet. If the Mist stays for good, then I become a man with no home. I don't have the background you would look for in a husband, and I know you're not in need of one."
Emma's eyes were on the ring. "Then what's the meaning of this?" Her voice seemed angry, but in the last few years Basch had learned that was the way she spoke when she got serious and thoughtful.
"Not in need of something does not mean you cannot have it. Emma, would you take this ring?"
"I have a daughter."
"She has given me her blessing and even aided me in getting this ring made," said Basch, recalling the smirk he'd received from Rod at the shop when he handed over the components he and Emmy had found together.
The response made Emma gasp, but her gaze was as hard as ever. "But you're a Dalmascan knight."
"In the absence of your parents, I'd... sought permission from Lord David and General Torgal. They're -- "
She covered her mouth with a hand. "How could you bother them with such..."
"I wouldn't dare to do this without their agreement first, not just for political reasons."
"I am going to kill you."
"Then so be it. But before that," he held the ring up a little, letting its polished surface catch the light from Valeria Heart.
It felt like they had stayed that way, unmoving, for a long time, but the lack of response didn't mean rejection. Basch waited patiently.
She looked at him. "I am a Honeywell. I would not use another's name."
"I could get used to being Basch Honeywell."
Emma's disbelieving stare was met with a warm smile. Another long minute passed.
"Give me that." Long, callused fingers snatched the ring from Basch's hand. "Enough time has been wasted and there are many tasks I need to get on with." Swiftly Emma put the ring on her finger, then marched off without sparing Basch another glance, not even wishing him good night. But Basch simply got onto his feet and watched her go.
He still didn't get a kiss from her in public, but he was the happiest man in the world.
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:42 am (UTC)We all know very well that Emma was having giggle-fits once she got to the privacy of her room ;)
I have lot's of fic ideas and a sketchbook full of fic-concept art, but alas I must spare you the agony of my grammar. I am no writer and I'm sure the typos and plot-holes would be enough to make your eyes bleed.
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Date: 2009-10-19 08:51 am (UTC)Of course! (I'm still amused that the game had a "betrothal band"!)
..........WRITE IT.
food for thought...
Date: 2009-10-19 02:38 pm (UTC)Honeywell Limited Protection Services
and
Honeywell Limited Building Services
The Honeywell clan may or may not protect you with thier lives/Build you a front porch, it depends how they're feeling that day.
XD
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Date: 2009-10-19 10:25 am (UTC)And I can easily imagine everyone else conspiring to help Basch with the ring. Actually, I can imagine them conspiring to get the two of them together in the first place.
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Date: 2009-10-19 10:51 am (UTC)Oh yes. And Emma had no idea. >D
Dalcmascans: *arrive in Athlum*
Dave: *takes a look at Basch* *headtilts* *thinks* Emma, I want you to work with him.
Emma: Yes, my lord!
Dave: *inner grin* *turns to Emmy* (b^_^)b
Emmy: d(^0^d)
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Date: 2009-10-19 10:58 am (UTC)'Nonsense, Emma. You're imagining it.' *hides matchmaking kit behind his back*
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Date: 2009-10-19 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 11:40 am (UTC)Allan: *read over shoulder* !!!! You're writing a love letter to that mitra woman??
Torgal: Allan...
Allan: *throws a hissy fit about Torgal being a two-timer*
Torgal: *sigh* *explains*
Allan: You tangle yourself in mitra troubles again.
Torgal: =/
Allan: Anyway. That's not how you write a love letter! *snatches pen and paper*
Torgal: *reads* *wonders why Allan is so good at this*
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Date: 2009-10-19 11:48 am (UTC)(Maybe Allen has been secretly sneaking peeks at Dave and Rush's letters. :P)