Love Me, Sometimes
Ashe & Al-Cid
The world of hers was fast-paced; with every war, every battle, and every struggle she wound up in. Monsters, rivals, allies; all meant the exact same thing to her. Whatever time to herself she had to herself she wound up thinking of Rassler, and then it was off to the battlefield to kick some ass. Her world was dull, lifeless, and impossible to figure.
So was he. He was an eccentric man, shrouded in all kinds of mystery. He too was the ruler of a land far away, and he too dreamt of peace from the fighting. His carefree 'live life' attitude was something she needed desperately. It was something she desired. He desired her, after all.
"The beauty of Dalmasca's desert bloom grows more beautiful after each passing winter," he states obviously, and a few stroke of her hair reassures her pounding chest. He pulls back his own erratic peach hair, and draws his shades. She turns away, feigning disgust.
"Womanizing is not what I called you here for," she replies assertively, and his eyes twinkle with intrigue. She sighs and shakes her head, already leaving the area. He drops the women at his sides and dashes after her, hoping to spark more sparks.
"The Bahamut was found. Over the skies of Dalmasca," she turns to him, fingers tracing the sword at its sheath. "I have to stop it at all costs."
He nods in comprehension. "What do you suppose Rozzaria do? You have our full support."
"Thank you, Al-Cid."
"Queen Ladyship the Umpteenth, should you require my personal help, you have it as well."
She knows he's making fun of her, but she's smart enough to not let on. "You could probably do well as bait. There's no other purpose for you to serve."
"Only fools know everything."
"Then you're a prime example."
Witty retort after witty retort, they stood there glaring at each other, stabbing daggers with words. Her hands still traced her sword, feeling she would give into the urge to slice his perfect hair at any moment. He grinned all the while, clutching his sunglasses. It was his chance.
"Lady Ashe, pardon me for saying such—"
"Then don't."
"—but surly the stars in the sky are endlessly envious of the glitter in your fiery eyes."
Stunned and blushing, she turns away from him and faces east, letting her hair fall on her face. "You're mad. Written with insanity."
He laughs loudly, piercing the tension in the area with a knife. Now that he knows her reaction, maybe he would gladly act as bait for her. Maybe then if he got hurt on the battlefield, she'd flock to him and mutter insanities of despair, leaning gently as she dawned ever so near—
"Al-Cid!" she cried from a few feet away. "Hurry up would you? Enemy soldiers have been spotted at the frontlines!" She yelled, ultimately grabbing her Save the Queen and darting off.
Al-Cid looked around for a decent weapon. "I'm a lover, not a fighter!" he said, running after her. Maybe his daydream would occur sooner than he thought. A lot sooner.
end.
& woah. this is the product of not writing in so long!
this was more of a test, than anything. :D
but i do love my al-cid. :D
btw, i haven't played ffxii in a while...
so i'm not too sure about facts :P