That Night
Basch walked the Palace grounds. Memories flooding back to him with each step. He just followed his feet; there was no particular direction in which he wished to go just as long as he kept walking. He looked like a wise philosopher, not a worn warrior, with his head was bowed and hand rested under his chin.
Suddenly his feet stopped, pulling him out of his reverie. Looking up he saw he was in a large open area. Letting his hand fall to his side, he observed the place with mixed emotion. So many years spent here but he could decide whether they had been wasted or not. While he stood there, his mind clearly elsewhere he didn't notice the figure creep up behind him nor did he feel warm arms wrap themselves around his mid-section, but he did feel the pressure of a body press against his back, a cheek resting on it.
He felt himself loosen slightly; he even felt the hint of a smile play at the corners of his mouth.
"I hear you plan to leave tomorrow with Larsa. Is this true?" came a woman's voice, muffled, from behind him.
"Aye."
Silence. He stepped forward making her release him. He took a few more paces forward, then turned around and walked back up to her. After observing her for a moment he reached out and enfolded her into his arms, resting a hand behind her head. To his mild surprise she snuggled lightly to get closer to him. He looked down to her; the top of her head greeted him before her own gaze came up to meet his.
"Ashe."
The words left his lips in a sorrowful whisper, almost an apology for having to leave her so suddenly, but he knew they didn't need many words shared between them for they seemed to always have an unspoken understanding, no matter the situation. Bringing the hand that rested behind her head to her cheek, he gazed into her eyes, while stroking her face with his thumb.
He dipped his lips to hers in a soft, loving kiss. She answered back, adding more slightly force. Before they knew it the kiss that had started out as a tender touch, had become a demanding force.
They finally pulled back, both dizzy from staying in contact for so long, but still hungry for more.
They snuck away to a more secluded, private area of the palace and continued their passionate interlude before lust came in and swept them away in one last night of ecstasy before their parting the next morning.
It was a formal event to those who witnessed their departing exchange. Nothing more than a short, brief, to the point conversation that consisted of long words and hollow phrases. Only the two holding the conversation would know how much this separation was ripping their hearts to shreds.