CELEBRATING THE HOLIDAY EVERYONE LOVES TO HATE*
Fandom: taking back Valentine's Day since 2008!
So last year bottle-of-shine had a Kissing Battle. The last edition is here (EDITED TO ADD: this is the old battle, not the current one!). It was a lot of fun and might be known around FF-fandom circles as the best Meme ever**.
Pretty much everyone I know is stressed about something, too, so this round of the ( Read more... )
So last year bottle-of-shine had a Kissing Battle. The last edition is here (EDITED TO ADD: this is the old battle, not the current one!). It was a lot of fun and might be known around FF-fandom circles as the best Meme ever**.
Pretty much everyone I know is stressed about something, too, so this round of the ( Read more... )
The King sits to breakfast in his chambers, continually eyeing him suspiciously over the rim of his mug. Ashelia sits by her father’s side, eating her eggs with abandon and looking innocent as a baby lamb. Vossler grits his teeth, knowing exactly why he’s been called in.
“Is your breakfast to your liking, Your Majesty? Perhaps I could call for more tea…”
Raminas sighs and sets the cup down. “That will not be necessary, Captain Azelas.”
He nods and doesn’t stop nodding. He must appear agreeable and just as innocent as the devious little imp that masquerades as a Princess. “Of course, sir. I will be here if you require anything else.”
“I wish to hear your side of a very…” His liege fumbles for the words. “…interesting matter that was brought to my attention just this morning.”
Ashelia looks up from her breakfast then, daring him to speak. The little spitfire will be the death of him someday, he is sure of it.
“My daughter informs me that you spurned her affections most grievously.”
He narrows his eyes at the Princess, wondering why a girl of nine had tried to steal not only his trousers but his breath early that morning in the barracks. Basch warned him that Ashelia has been on a kissing spree, but he didn’t believe it until the girl pounced on him before the sun rose.
Clearing his throat, he sees that the King expects a certain answer, and he prays that he has the right one. “Sir, your daughter…” Ashelia takes a sip of juice and winks at him. “She attempted to wake me this morning, and for that I am grateful. There is no better alarm system than the Princess Ashelia.” Vossler would rather be cleaning the latrines at this point. “However, I must humbly ask you to have her save her affections for her betrothal ceremony next month.”
Raminas lets his eyes dart over quickly to see his daughter’s daring look, and he finally understands. “I see. Thank you, Captain Azelas. That will be all.”
When he returns to the barracks later that morning, he is greeted by the sight of a laughing Basch…and his trousers, which have been returned covered in mud and other muck from the chocobo stables. There is nothing more amusing (or infuriating) than tending to the Princess Ashelia.
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Neither do I think that they are paid well for the things they have to live through
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Stealing Vossler's trousers ... winking at him afterwards?! LOL! ;)
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