[ Basch is...a harder sell on the food than most attendees. His polite declining grows more and more auspicious, until he's nearly arguing with one of the attendants. ]
I am nothing to be celebrated. I will eat, if you insist, but bread and water, or whatever the servants are given.
II. Dance
[ Perhaps because he was so difficult about the food, their fae hosts do not leave Basch to his own devices; he is led -- somewhat forcefully -- to the dance floor. Something in its magic ensnares him, and as soon as he hears the music regardless of type he will immediate begin dancing with the person beside him. ]
I...have not done this in years.
III. Flowerscw: brief reference to dungeons, physical torture, and emaciation
[ Basch's boutonniere is a mix of chrysanthemum and carnation. He is drawn to find his soulmate, but he believes them to be someone he is meant to serve, their eternal knight in shining armor.
However as he approaches people in an attempt to find his proper lord or lady, they are subjected to a vision of a future he has not yet lived: his emaciated body strung up in the Nalbina dungeons, hair shaggy and skin scarred and dirty. The guards rattle the bars to his cage, waking him up in clear routine. His torturer appears, and the man shares his face. His twin.
His hands shake, his head dizzy. The last thing he remembers is a man with his face -- and the king, and being arrested... ]
Gods, do I never leave that place? [ he whispers. ]
Basch fon Ronsenburg | FFXII
I. Party
[ Basch is...a harder sell on the food than most attendees. His polite declining grows more and more auspicious, until he's nearly arguing with one of the attendants. ]
I am nothing to be celebrated. I will eat, if you insist, but bread and water, or whatever the servants are given.
II. Dance
[ Perhaps because he was so difficult about the food, their fae hosts do not leave Basch to his own devices; he is led -- somewhat forcefully -- to the dance floor. Something in its magic ensnares him, and as soon as he hears the music regardless of type he will immediate begin dancing with the person beside him. ]
I...have not done this in years.
III. Flowers cw: brief reference to dungeons, physical torture, and emaciation
[ Basch's boutonniere is a mix of chrysanthemum and carnation. He is drawn to find his soulmate, but he believes them to be someone he is meant to serve, their eternal knight in shining armor.
However as he approaches people in an attempt to find his proper lord or lady, they are subjected to a vision of a future he has not yet lived: his emaciated body strung up in the Nalbina dungeons, hair shaggy and skin scarred and dirty. The guards rattle the bars to his cage, waking him up in clear routine. His torturer appears, and the man shares his face. His twin.
His hands shake, his head dizzy. The last thing he remembers is a man with his face -- and the king, and being arrested... ]
Gods, do I never leave that place? [ he whispers. ]