Was bored so I cranked out this tiny little fic which will probably not be added to. Rated T just because. I do not own FFXII or its characters…which is a shame. Enjoy and remember, reviewing makes you super cool.
Sleepless Dreams
The Tchita Uplands were quite peaceful at night, and the air was just warm enough that Basch felt comfortable as he sat back against the wall of the stone ruin in which their group had taken shelter for the night. It had been a long day without much excitement, and he was restless. The others were all sleeping peacefully around him, and he made sure not to make any noise so as not to disturb their slumber. He enjoyed these few moments of solitude, having been used to a lonely prison cell for so long, he had yet to get used to having such constant company. He sat there contemplating different things for some time, idly fiddling with a twig he'd found on the ground nearby.
The desert boy, Vaan, stirred in his sleep and Basch fought off the urge to get up and check on him. Ever since he'd found out that Vaan was Reks' brother he had felt obligated to take extra care of the boy, almost as if he were his father. Like his brother, his innocence really showed when he slept. He always slept curled up like a small child, snoring softly. Penelo was the same way, and he supposed she and Vaan were a lot alike. Just children really, they shouldn't have even been out there. They should have been tucked into a warm bed somewhere safe, getting an education and regular meals. Not out here in the middle of nowhere, fighting to save a kingdom…facing death every day.
Balthier on the other hand slept like a man who was paranoid. It wasn't the first time Basch had noticed that the pirate slept lightly and seemed to suffer from constant nightmares, his hand always on his gun. Not that he had ever asked him, but he often wondered what had happened to Balthier to make him so jumpy. He knew he was badly scarred, and he wondered if who or whatever had hurt him so bad had made him so distrustful…even in his sleep.
The Viera, unlike her partner, seemed to be perfectly at peace when she slept, as if she were soaking in the energy of everything around her, charging her body for another day's battles. He admired Fran greatly; her people were elegant and wise. He thought it somewhat amusing that she even looked elegant in her sleep.
When it came to Ashe he always thought she looked lonely when she slept. She slept with her pillow held tightly to her chest, and he wondered if she were just trying to fill that empty place next to her where Rasler had slept. The young princess seemed to sleep soundly enough though, perhaps the stress of her current situation just wore her down so much that she was too tired to toss and turn.
You could tell a lot about a person by how they slept he decided, and he wondered what story he told the others when he drifted off beside them every night.
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