FFXII-drabble
Title: We Walk Such A Thin Line
Fandom: FFXII
Pairing: Vossler/Penelo
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII.
A/N: Oh God
vataloca you are running me dry!
Anways, challenge/request drabble. I actually had fun with this one. It's more of a dirty little secret pairing of mine. BaschPenelo is still the best couple of all though.
;D
YET ANOTHER drabble written at 3 in the morning. That just seems to be when my creativity comes out. Or possibly when I start losing my sanity. Either one.
Theme: Even if things persist as they do now, what good would it make for us?
It wasn’t hard to keep the secrets, though both of them were rather loyal. Really, it was more of a silent meeting during the night that no one bothered to show up to. In the end it would just be them, and it wasn’t best to leave such a young girl alone.
Vossler chastised himself though.
There was a mission to be carried out, a plan to execute. Royalty needed protection, and a kingdom needed its honor again. But she was part of the kingdom and hope he was trying to restore, right? Vossler agonized over the thought, but come morning--when he had already slipped away unnoticed from her bed--all which mattered was the princess.
Of course the girl understood this. She played the role of the silent, background scenery while the others played their bigger, more significant parts. He even knew that his place was in the background; a quiet shadow working with the strings beneath the unseen.
But, what they were doing, what they were risking was a matter of serious business. He had no time to be her knight in a childish game of love while war and destruction reigned on. Plus, the princess had long since stolen his heart. The girl was just…was just…
Vossler held in the urge to release his frustrations. The girl deserved better and had the timing been different, he might have been able to give it to her. But she didn’t mind, she never did. The Rabanstran merely went about her way without the messy attachments and romantic ideals to clog her head. After all, the boy held her heart, not him.
It would have been different he told himself. It would have been better. And maybe there might have been something. But he had the princess, his homeland and his people to consider.
She knew this…she was a smart girl.
Fandom: FFXII
Pairing: Vossler/Penelo
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII.
A/N: Oh God
vataloca you are running me dry!
Anways, challenge/request drabble. I actually had fun with this one. It's more of a dirty little secret pairing of mine. BaschPenelo is still the best couple of all though.
;D
YET ANOTHER drabble written at 3 in the morning. That just seems to be when my creativity comes out. Or possibly when I start losing my sanity. Either one.
Theme: Even if things persist as they do now, what good would it make for us?
It wasn’t hard to keep the secrets, though both of them were rather loyal. Really, it was more of a silent meeting during the night that no one bothered to show up to. In the end it would just be them, and it wasn’t best to leave such a young girl alone.
Vossler chastised himself though.
There was a mission to be carried out, a plan to execute. Royalty needed protection, and a kingdom needed its honor again. But she was part of the kingdom and hope he was trying to restore, right? Vossler agonized over the thought, but come morning--when he had already slipped away unnoticed from her bed--all which mattered was the princess.
Of course the girl understood this. She played the role of the silent, background scenery while the others played their bigger, more significant parts. He even knew that his place was in the background; a quiet shadow working with the strings beneath the unseen.
But, what they were doing, what they were risking was a matter of serious business. He had no time to be her knight in a childish game of love while war and destruction reigned on. Plus, the princess had long since stolen his heart. The girl was just…was just…
Vossler held in the urge to release his frustrations. The girl deserved better and had the timing been different, he might have been able to give it to her. But she didn’t mind, she never did. The Rabanstran merely went about her way without the messy attachments and romantic ideals to clog her head. After all, the boy held her heart, not him.
It would have been different he told himself. It would have been better. And maybe there might have been something. But he had the princess, his homeland and his people to consider.
She knew this…she was a smart girl.