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Story Name: Of funerals and scantily clad sky pirates.
Story Genre: Final Fantasy XII
Story Rating: PG, I suppose.
Pairing: Penelo/Larsa.
Disclaimer: ...I own pretty much nothing.
Request: Mariagoner asked for 'Larsa/Penelo: The one where she has to be strong for the both of them.' I took that request and screwed it up, basically. After game, and yes, there are spoilers, thanks!
He had invited her to the funeral.
She had tried to insist that she couldn't go, that it was inappropriate for her to come to Vayne's funeral when she was one of the ones that murdered him. Larsa had simply pointed out that both Ashe -in her role as head of state for Dalmasca- and Basch -in his new role as Gabranth- would also be there and that they would also feel just as inappropriate.
So she had changed her strategy and asked him why he had to pick her, of all people, to attend the funeral with him. She had pointed out that there were many people that were richer than her. She had argued with him about the fact that there probably were girls that were much more attractive than her, and he had retorted that he'd never met any.
And then the class differences had come up in the conversation. After all, Emperors did not attend state funerals with scantily clad sky pirates. It just wasn't done. People would get the wrong idea about the two of them. None of his subjects would ever take him seriously again.
He had taken apart each of her arguments with ease. She wasn't a sky pirate yet. She was a national hero. Granted, she wasn't an Archadian national hero, but it did still count. He wasn't bothered if people got the wrong idea about the two of them, and he could quite easily make his subjects take him seriously.
She had been scarily reminded of his late older brother when he had said that.
From there she had taken it to the more mundane reasons of exactly why she did not want to attend the funeral. She had no clue what Archadians wore for funerals and even if she did, she probably would never find anything to wear in time. She did not know how to behave at state occasions, and especially not at a funeral. She would embarrass him.
He had offered to find her a dress, teach her how to behave and promised that he would invite Vaan, so that everyone would stare at him instead of her.
She had no argument for that.
So she went to the funeral, where cold hearted politicians speculated on exactly what her relationship was with the newly crowned Emperor. She even stayed until the small private party finally ended, and Larsa finally broke down into the tears that he hadn't been able to show before.
He may have saved the continent, and he may be the ruler of one of the most powerful nations in the world, but he was still a twelve year old boy. So, as she had done two years ago with Vaan when they had heard the news about Reks, she put her arms around him and let him cry into her shoulder until he finally fell asleep.
Some things never change...
Story Genre: Final Fantasy XII
Story Rating: PG, I suppose.
Pairing: Penelo/Larsa.
Disclaimer: ...I own pretty much nothing.
Request: Mariagoner asked for 'Larsa/Penelo: The one where she has to be strong for the both of them.' I took that request and screwed it up, basically. After game, and yes, there are spoilers, thanks!
He had invited her to the funeral.
She had tried to insist that she couldn't go, that it was inappropriate for her to come to Vayne's funeral when she was one of the ones that murdered him. Larsa had simply pointed out that both Ashe -in her role as head of state for Dalmasca- and Basch -in his new role as Gabranth- would also be there and that they would also feel just as inappropriate.
So she had changed her strategy and asked him why he had to pick her, of all people, to attend the funeral with him. She had pointed out that there were many people that were richer than her. She had argued with him about the fact that there probably were girls that were much more attractive than her, and he had retorted that he'd never met any.
And then the class differences had come up in the conversation. After all, Emperors did not attend state funerals with scantily clad sky pirates. It just wasn't done. People would get the wrong idea about the two of them. None of his subjects would ever take him seriously again.
He had taken apart each of her arguments with ease. She wasn't a sky pirate yet. She was a national hero. Granted, she wasn't an Archadian national hero, but it did still count. He wasn't bothered if people got the wrong idea about the two of them, and he could quite easily make his subjects take him seriously.
She had been scarily reminded of his late older brother when he had said that.
From there she had taken it to the more mundane reasons of exactly why she did not want to attend the funeral. She had no clue what Archadians wore for funerals and even if she did, she probably would never find anything to wear in time. She did not know how to behave at state occasions, and especially not at a funeral. She would embarrass him.
He had offered to find her a dress, teach her how to behave and promised that he would invite Vaan, so that everyone would stare at him instead of her.
She had no argument for that.
So she went to the funeral, where cold hearted politicians speculated on exactly what her relationship was with the newly crowned Emperor. She even stayed until the small private party finally ended, and Larsa finally broke down into the tears that he hadn't been able to show before.
He may have saved the continent, and he may be the ruler of one of the most powerful nations in the world, but he was still a twelve year old boy. So, as she had done two years ago with Vaan when they had heard the news about Reks, she put her arms around him and let him cry into her shoulder until he finally fell asleep.
Some things never change...