Author's Note: Beaucoup grâce à TheDonutMistress for coming up with the title because my brain farted something loud it came to title of this story. I had chapters down, but after that. Brain death.

Rating: T
Character(s): Basch
Chapter Summary: People are fickle and their needs change. But not plants. They're need is constant and their love never changing. Basch likes that.

To Each His Own
Chapter One: To Garden
By:Mazzie May

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Primrose bushes look suspiciously like miniature willows, Basch's mind mumbles with little purpose. Just a thought. He rarely has any steady, conclusive, important thoughts whilst in the garden. Well, in his part of the garden. And only when he's the one doing the gardening.

Basch likes Botanicals, or "plants" as they're more commonly known. He isn't crazy about flora or obsessed with fauna and he definitely hates dirt getting under his nails (it looks unprofessional). He doesn't like sunburns, either. He just likes taking care of plants. They're simple, soft, quiet and most important, rely heavily on him.

He straightens to ease his spine. Another thing he doesn't like; back pain from hunching over. It's all worth it to him, though; after all if he didn't go through all of this, who would take care of them?

He bends back over the Primrose bush. It reminds him of Lady Ashe. Princess Ashelia B'Nargin. Queen Dalmasca. When he'd first come across the bush, it'd been surviving, but just barely. He took care of it, clipped away the dead buds and branches, helped it along. It flourished with his help, but mostly it's own will to make it. Just like her Highness. He lifts the many but light Primrose branches to reveal the soft rotting petals beneath. Just like her Highness, the hidden places hold all the decay.

Her beautiful top layer of flowers gives off a sense of strength that manages to hide the tender shriveling at her core. Unlike with her Highness, he can do something about the dying flowers. Queen Dalmasca, however, is beyond his help. Probably anyone's help, by this point. He looks down at the small violets dotted around the base. She's so busy trying to protect the weak ones she's taken no time for herself.

He lets the branches slide from his hand sway back into place. How completely depressing.

He much rather tend to the irises and daffodils, anyway. After all, those are the flowers that need him the most. Without his careful trimmings and the precisely measured watering, they'd waste away.

Daffodils are for Noah. Garbranth. The boy who lost everything with his country, the man who died for another's to prosper. Daffodils don't remind Basch of Noah in the least; they were just his favorite. Noah had relied so little on Basch, and a good thing too, as things turned out, what with Basch leaving and all. But the flowers seemed to be waiting for him, looking up at him with total focus.

There were little lilies closer to the ground amongst the daffodils. After all, lilies were the flowers of the dead. Noah died along time ago. Garbranth still lives on.

The orchids are for Landis because they're the native flower there. They can't grow anywhere else. If anyone has irises growing out of their dirt, the dirt had to have been shipped from Landis at some point and the irises planted later.

He hadn't been able to protect his home country, but he could protect this little sect of his homeland. No matter how many soldiers and people lost, or how brutally the royal family was murdered and how it was so out of his control… He's managed to save this little bit of Landis. Though it will never make up for all demise and devastation, the Empire did not obliterate it all.

For he and this little plot still live.

Basch likes flowers because they need him.

Gabranth is necessary. No one needs Basch Fon Ronsenberg.

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Author's Note: I did something similar with the Resident Evil cast. Only I think this is going to be, uhm... what's the word? Oh. Yeah. Better. It's going to be better. Dammit. So, that was Basch and his gardening. Based off a conversation I had with aforementioned TheDonutMistress when we discussed what characters did on their own time. I suggested gardening as a joke, and here I went and made it work (sort of). Up next is Penelo.

R&R please, commentary always appreciated.