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I put on my makeup, talking to the mirror

Apr 07, 2010 22:15

WHO: Ashe, Penelo and Larsa
WHAT: Talking about Basch's disappearance.
WHERE: The Ivalice House
WHEN: After said disappearance, eveningtimes.

( Ready for a new day, without you. )

ashelia b'nargin dalmasca, larsa ferrinas solidor, penelo

Comments 15

danceofrapture April 8 2010, 03:13:55 UTC

Penelo's cheeks were streaked as she slipped in the dining room. She had four napkins in neat little rolls, which she placed one by one by the plates. Her fingers lovingly straightened the crisp corners. She wore black; the same garments she had worn before when she had lost the others. It was all too familiar a color for her now. She cracked a saccharine sweet, sticky smile that read far too fake.

It pained her that Basch was no longer there to muss her hair in the kitchen or for her to tend after when he was being stubborn. It pained her that now Larsa would naturally heft on his shoulders the duty of 'man of the house,' even though he was still a child, and the burden was not necessary. Perhaps what pained her most was the pinkness in Ashe's eyes. It was a little over a year ago that that distinct pain was fresh. While Penelo's heart was broken from Basch's departure, Rivelata had broken it to pieces already. She sat at her space at the table with a dull thump.

solidor_heir April 8 2010, 08:35:00 UTC

Larsa hurried through the streets, quickening his step. He so hated traveling home alone when the nights started earlier and the light disappeared faster. Clutching his books to his chest, he narrowly avoided tripping over a slumbering drunkard and pitching forward into a puddle.

Upon reaching their house, he unlocked the door and plopped his books down on the table by the coat-rack.
"I apologize most profusely," he called out to where he knew everyone was waiting at the dinner table, "I've been working with the Montesalle House for three days now and they're still doubting the newly proposed bill."

Hanging his coat, he dusted his appearance and entered the dining area. It only took a moment for him to understand. It was written on Ashelia's face and sewn into Penelo's clothes.
"The Captain is gone, isn't he?" Larsa stated softly, taking his seat at the table. Folding his hands, he took a deep breath.

Despite releasing it, none of the tension abated.

dynast_queen April 9 2010, 04:38:41 UTC

Ashe looked at the two young ones, biting the inside of her cheek. She had to be strong. She was all they had now. With Basch at her side, she had felt like she had an army, ready to take on whatever Rivelata had to throw at her. Now, capable as Penelo and Larsa were, she was all they had. She had every intention of living up to their expectations, and may the gods help anyone who sought to do them harm.

"He...is," Ashe admitted quietly. "It seems the garnet has seen fit to take him back to Ivalice." She cleared her throat, her nose held high. "And so we look forward, as he would expect of us. As proud daughters and sons of Ivalice. He is with us still, as he always has been. As Balthier, Fran, Reddas...as everyone still is."

This was as much for her as it was for the other two. She had to keep moving forward, keep hardening her shell. It was the only way she had ever been able to cope with these things.

danceofrapture April 10 2010, 04:06:29 UTC

When the war had come crashing down on her home in Dalmasca, her father had seated them all around the table, much like this. They had joined hands. The strength of the other's grip made life so much easier to face. So, Penelo reached out and gently placed her hands atop theirs, worming her fingers into closed palms. It was after she did this that it occurred to her this was likely not custom normally in royal families, but still, she held on.

"We'll be alright. We've been before. We'll still be alright now."

solidor_heir April 10 2010, 10:09:55 UTC

He stayed silent for quite some time, just squeezing Penelo's hand almost absently as he tried to rearrange his thoughts. Having been groomed from an early age to appear perfect before the public, it was with ease he spotted Ashelia's heartbreak behind her determination. Larsa was no stranger to masking heartbreak.

"We've been before." The boy echoed with a slight twist to the corner of his lips. "Yes, we have." Time and time again, he wanted to add aloud but the air was already heavy with bitter-laced sorrow.