Baten Kaitos - Whispers In Ivory - Ladekhan/Xelha
Title: Whispers In Ivory (Part 1)
Auhtor: sodapop_mermaid
Fandom: Baten Kaitos
Claim: Ladekhan/Xelha
Rating: PG or K+
Prompt: Come As You Are
Warnings: Minor spoilers for the game's Diadem arc.
Disclaimer: Baten Kaitos belongs to Nintendo and Bandai games, not me.
Notes: First part of a memorial series.
The dark, armored woman raised her brass weapon above her head with a sinister sneer and brought it down with a burning vengeance. A series of gunshots followed, leaving the young king shuddering and fighting for his mortality in a puddle of liquid iron. Heaving himself upright in an effort to preserve his beloved Diadem, he shouted, "Is this what your Emperor calls diplomacy?"
Just as his vision began to dim, a bright light blazed across the bridge from the balcony above. Translucent wings that glittered like a thousand waterfalls alighted as the shooting star swept across the void and settled beside him. An angelic voice called out to him as he slipped into a state of suspended consciousness.
"King Ladekhan!"
His eyes slowly opened and his surroundings faded into view. The floor he was spread upon was cold and glassy, like a solid sheet of ice. Considering his aching body, it felt pleasant. Glancing sideways, he could see the ebony throne that spiraled around the head of the chamber.
"Oh, thank goodness, he's all right."
His head was shifted onto a softer, warmer surface as a pair of gloved hands slightly touched his pale face. Turning his attentions to the person in question, his heart stopped momentarily.
A blonde-haired girl stared down at him with cherubic eyes of amber and a gracious smile quivering over her lips. Her concern was genuine and her kindness undeniable. It was she who had called him out of that ageless slumber.
How badly he wanted to reach upward and run his sturdy hand along her gentle jaw line, whispering words of gratitude and admiration into her ear. No other woman had dared to take such a personal interest in his wellbeing. The new sensation rumbled around in his armored chest like approaching thunder.
"How do you feel?" She asked suddenly.
He struggled to open his mouth and weakly reply, "Thanks to you, I'll be fine."
She sighed heavily with relief and clasped her hands together above him innocently. As he watched her silently pray or thank some unknown deity, he observed a stray tear falling from one of her shuttered eyes.
"I do not know your name." He murmured, breaking the unbearable silence and halting her tears. He desired a relationship with the girl, even if it was only courtly and formal.
"Xelha." She added in a melodic tone and brushed a strand of golden hair away from her curious eyes. She was studying him as well. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state made him much more human than the statue she'd seen at the square in Sheliak. He had demonstrated his strength as a knight and king by taking such a bold stand against the Empire of Alfard. The thought of such bravery brought a gentle glow into Xelha's cheeks.
Ladekhan closed his eyes briefly, trying to enjoy what little time remained. His passive attitude shocked the young girl; it was sign of trust between them, and she would cherish it for as long as she could.
Auhtor: sodapop_mermaid
Fandom: Baten Kaitos
Claim: Ladekhan/Xelha
Rating: PG or K+
Prompt: Come As You Are
Warnings: Minor spoilers for the game's Diadem arc.
Disclaimer: Baten Kaitos belongs to Nintendo and Bandai games, not me.
Notes: First part of a memorial series.
The dark, armored woman raised her brass weapon above her head with a sinister sneer and brought it down with a burning vengeance. A series of gunshots followed, leaving the young king shuddering and fighting for his mortality in a puddle of liquid iron. Heaving himself upright in an effort to preserve his beloved Diadem, he shouted, "Is this what your Emperor calls diplomacy?"
Just as his vision began to dim, a bright light blazed across the bridge from the balcony above. Translucent wings that glittered like a thousand waterfalls alighted as the shooting star swept across the void and settled beside him. An angelic voice called out to him as he slipped into a state of suspended consciousness.
"King Ladekhan!"
His eyes slowly opened and his surroundings faded into view. The floor he was spread upon was cold and glassy, like a solid sheet of ice. Considering his aching body, it felt pleasant. Glancing sideways, he could see the ebony throne that spiraled around the head of the chamber.
"Oh, thank goodness, he's all right."
His head was shifted onto a softer, warmer surface as a pair of gloved hands slightly touched his pale face. Turning his attentions to the person in question, his heart stopped momentarily.
A blonde-haired girl stared down at him with cherubic eyes of amber and a gracious smile quivering over her lips. Her concern was genuine and her kindness undeniable. It was she who had called him out of that ageless slumber.
How badly he wanted to reach upward and run his sturdy hand along her gentle jaw line, whispering words of gratitude and admiration into her ear. No other woman had dared to take such a personal interest in his wellbeing. The new sensation rumbled around in his armored chest like approaching thunder.
"How do you feel?" She asked suddenly.
He struggled to open his mouth and weakly reply, "Thanks to you, I'll be fine."
She sighed heavily with relief and clasped her hands together above him innocently. As he watched her silently pray or thank some unknown deity, he observed a stray tear falling from one of her shuttered eyes.
"I do not know your name." He murmured, breaking the unbearable silence and halting her tears. He desired a relationship with the girl, even if it was only courtly and formal.
"Xelha." She added in a melodic tone and brushed a strand of golden hair away from her curious eyes. She was studying him as well. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state made him much more human than the statue she'd seen at the square in Sheliak. He had demonstrated his strength as a knight and king by taking such a bold stand against the Empire of Alfard. The thought of such bravery brought a gentle glow into Xelha's cheeks.
Ladekhan closed his eyes briefly, trying to enjoy what little time remained. His passive attitude shocked the young girl; it was sign of trust between them, and she would cherish it for as long as she could.