Mirror Image
Characters: Basch and Noah fon Ronsenburg
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The twins finally meet
Location: Narshe
Date: March 1804
Warnings: Twins with serious lineface issues? I'll let you know.
Noah was exhausted. After dealing with everything recently, and not having any time to himself, he was tired of walking around in full plate armour and suffering the day-to-day life he had. He adored Larsa. Of course he did. It just got tiring to spend so much time on your feet and watching over someone to the point that you forgot to watch over yourself. Gabranth was getting sick from the cold, but he wasn't going to complain or even let Larsa know. Judge Magisters did not let themselves get ill or inform their Lords of the fact. No, he would just put up with his exhaustion and illness without a word.
Finally free of his armour, for a rare change, Noah wore thick pants, a warm cotton shirt and boots to help him through the snow. A cloak that, along with all his clothing, was black was tied around his neck and the youngest fon Ronsenburg twin trecked from Larsa's abode to the inn. He wanted to finally speak to Basch now he had a chance and with thick gloves covering his hands and his blades abandoned at home, he was leaving himself completely unarmed for a reason.
It showed his desire not to harm his twin again. After everything he'd done, and said, Gabranth was ashamed of his behaviour. Certainly, he still had issues about what had happened when Landis fell, but Noah wouldn't bring it up. Basch's decision to leave their sick mother to him and flee to Dalmasca would always anger him, but the things he'd done to Basch were unforgivable.
Pushing open the doors to the inn, Noah's blue eyes searched for his almost identical twin. They'd be exactly the same if Basch just learned to shave and would damn well cut his hair, but they'd chosen to look differently on purpose. It was never nice when people called you your brother's name.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The twins finally meet
Location: Narshe
Date: March 1804
Warnings: Twins with serious lineface issues? I'll let you know.
Noah was exhausted. After dealing with everything recently, and not having any time to himself, he was tired of walking around in full plate armour and suffering the day-to-day life he had. He adored Larsa. Of course he did. It just got tiring to spend so much time on your feet and watching over someone to the point that you forgot to watch over yourself. Gabranth was getting sick from the cold, but he wasn't going to complain or even let Larsa know. Judge Magisters did not let themselves get ill or inform their Lords of the fact. No, he would just put up with his exhaustion and illness without a word.
Finally free of his armour, for a rare change, Noah wore thick pants, a warm cotton shirt and boots to help him through the snow. A cloak that, along with all his clothing, was black was tied around his neck and the youngest fon Ronsenburg twin trecked from Larsa's abode to the inn. He wanted to finally speak to Basch now he had a chance and with thick gloves covering his hands and his blades abandoned at home, he was leaving himself completely unarmed for a reason.
It showed his desire not to harm his twin again. After everything he'd done, and said, Gabranth was ashamed of his behaviour. Certainly, he still had issues about what had happened when Landis fell, but Noah wouldn't bring it up. Basch's decision to leave their sick mother to him and flee to Dalmasca would always anger him, but the things he'd done to Basch were unforgivable.
Pushing open the doors to the inn, Noah's blue eyes searched for his almost identical twin. They'd be exactly the same if Basch just learned to shave and would damn well cut his hair, but they'd chosen to look differently on purpose. It was never nice when people called you your brother's name.