FFXII: A Common Affliction
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Basch/Vossler
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: A night out at the local tavern. For first_seventhe.
"I think I've had a little too much beer," Basch said, half-laughing. He rested his head back against the wall, stretching his legs out. "But having another one still sounds like a good idea. I just don't care for the headache in the morning."
Vossler glanced around at the other soldiers in the tavern. "I'd say it'll be a common affliction. Along with finding someone they don't recognise in their bed."
"Or someone they unfortunately do recognise," Basch said, but quieter. He glanced at Vossler, smiling wryly. Vossler raised an eyebrow.
"Always unfortunately?"
"Usually," Basch said. He shrugged slightly, finishing his beer and signalling for another. "I imagine there'll be a few friendships ruined by tomorrow, whether because of that or because of fighting. It seems to me a stupid risk to take, but..."
"But?"
Basch didn't meet his eyes. "But here I am, taking the risk. At least you're not as drunk as me."
For a moment, Vossler sat in stunned silence. A lot of things suddenly made sense -- strange looks, stray touches, and the extent of Basch's usual restraint around him. There was something to be said for restraint, Vossler knew.
But at that moment, all he could think about was leaning over, grabbing a handful of Basch's shirt and dragging him closer for a kiss.
Pairing: Basch/Vossler
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: A night out at the local tavern. For first_seventhe.
"I think I've had a little too much beer," Basch said, half-laughing. He rested his head back against the wall, stretching his legs out. "But having another one still sounds like a good idea. I just don't care for the headache in the morning."
Vossler glanced around at the other soldiers in the tavern. "I'd say it'll be a common affliction. Along with finding someone they don't recognise in their bed."
"Or someone they unfortunately do recognise," Basch said, but quieter. He glanced at Vossler, smiling wryly. Vossler raised an eyebrow.
"Always unfortunately?"
"Usually," Basch said. He shrugged slightly, finishing his beer and signalling for another. "I imagine there'll be a few friendships ruined by tomorrow, whether because of that or because of fighting. It seems to me a stupid risk to take, but..."
"But?"
Basch didn't meet his eyes. "But here I am, taking the risk. At least you're not as drunk as me."
For a moment, Vossler sat in stunned silence. A lot of things suddenly made sense -- strange looks, stray touches, and the extent of Basch's usual restraint around him. There was something to be said for restraint, Vossler knew.
But at that moment, all he could think about was leaning over, grabbing a handful of Basch's shirt and dragging him closer for a kiss.