The first sour taste, FFXII
Title: The first sour taste
foreshadowing, what foreshadowing?
Fandom: FFXII
Characters: The Ronsenburg twins.
Rating: PG
Theme: #88 Food
Words: 200
A/N: I should really put Noah and Basch back in the toybox for the other kiddies to play with. Also, be glad I didn’t put one of the many puns I could have as the title…
Wild, the sticky red line newly formed, Basch struggles, yells. His brother does not turn towards his twin; merely stalks towards the last remaining culmination of Basch’s expertise. The knife slides in, out, and Basch sees his legacy deflate under his brother’s hand; the blade comes out scarlet and dripping; a sharp smell hits the air as Basch howls.
The stead cook finds them, and she turns white with fury; she takes Noah over her knee for the damage he has wrought to Basch’s childish attempts at pastry. Noah went for the lumpy, burnt or crumbled pies first, working his way up to the majestic cherry tart Basch had spent hours labouring over. Noah’s talents run less to form and more to function; useful, but for the fact that he only wants what his brother possesses. When Basch improves enough to be praised by a maid or cook, Noah seeks to destroy.
He is sent to their father; will be commanded to clean the mess and make amends. Even at eleven, Basch could wearily tell his father this will only further the gap.
As Noah leaves, the cook dabs away the streak of red icing he’s left across Basch’s brow.
foreshadowing, what foreshadowing?
Fandom: FFXII
Characters: The Ronsenburg twins.
Rating: PG
Theme: #88 Food
Words: 200
A/N: I should really put Noah and Basch back in the toybox for the other kiddies to play with. Also, be glad I didn’t put one of the many puns I could have as the title…
Wild, the sticky red line newly formed, Basch struggles, yells. His brother does not turn towards his twin; merely stalks towards the last remaining culmination of Basch’s expertise. The knife slides in, out, and Basch sees his legacy deflate under his brother’s hand; the blade comes out scarlet and dripping; a sharp smell hits the air as Basch howls.
The stead cook finds them, and she turns white with fury; she takes Noah over her knee for the damage he has wrought to Basch’s childish attempts at pastry. Noah went for the lumpy, burnt or crumbled pies first, working his way up to the majestic cherry tart Basch had spent hours labouring over. Noah’s talents run less to form and more to function; useful, but for the fact that he only wants what his brother possesses. When Basch improves enough to be praised by a maid or cook, Noah seeks to destroy.
He is sent to their father; will be commanded to clean the mess and make amends. Even at eleven, Basch could wearily tell his father this will only further the gap.
As Noah leaves, the cook dabs away the streak of red icing he’s left across Basch’s brow.