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9,000 Miles - basched
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9,000 Miles
Title: 9, 000 Miles
Characters/Pairings: Basch/Ashe  
Genre:   romance, angst, songfic 
Rating:  Fine for all
Summary:.Basch stands above the city dwelling on his Queen
Author's Note:  This is a part of my Basch/Ashe songfic collection. This fic has been inspired by Pendulum's song of the same name. Okay, it's not actually a song, it has one sentence in it, but the music made me think of this. It's a great track! Do enjoy it and the fic, also this is not beta'd. 



           She was too far away.

                Basch stood on the balcony, embracing the harsh cold winds against his skin, staring out at the city of Archades before him. Night had fallen and the city lights were so bright and many, glistening like thousands of jewels. The aircraft speeding in and out through the city scapes, their engines whining along with the wind, looked to be like fireflies, their lights blurring against the blackened sky and leaving mesmerising trails of colour behind them.  Archades was alive, it was bright with life despite the hour, it was captivating, beautiful and yet Basch couldn’t appreciate it as he had before.

                The night hours of Archades had always been said to be one of the most astonishing sights in the whole of Ivalice. It was never the same, for each night a different pattern was painted and those lucky enough to see such beauty from greater heights were always in awe. Well some of them were…the snobbish nobility didn’t take as much time for sights as it did little to gain them any more power or knowledge. But it had made Her smile.

                When he had no name and she had no throne, they had journeyed here with their friends   and when Basch showed her the wonders of the city at night, he had seen her smile, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen and it gave him such joy…and hope. 

                She had stayed close to him that last night, she had held him and huddled tightly to his body to try and stop herself from shivering from the cold. She had wrapped her arms around him and together they had watched the city come alive. Even though her country was at war with the people who lived here, even though it was these people who had destroyed both of their lives, it didn’t seem to matter at that moment. It didn’t matter at all, because she was happy. For a brief moment she was happy and so was he when she had turned and kissed him gently on the lips, when she had fallen asleep in his arms.

                Now, she was too far away.  

                The temperature had dropped considerably, but Basch hadn’t brought anything out with him to keep him warm. His shirt was back in his room because he had opted to endure the cold. He wanted to stand here to experience the harsh bite of the wind against his skin because these past years his face and body were always hidden within constricting metal.  Up here it was safe for Basch to be free of the Judge’s helm and armour, he didn’t have to be afraid of anyone knowing who he was and what he looked like. He could be himself, for a short while.

 Basch closed his eyes for a brief moment, thinking—foolishly—that maybe her arms would wrap around him again, that she would give him back that warmth he had lost. Maybe there will come a day where she might kiss him again and give him back his hope, give him back something—anything—that was once Basch Fon Ronsenberg.    

                She was too far away.

                It felt to be a thousand miles, back to Dalmasca, back to her.  

                Basch opened his eyes and the lights of Archades blurred even more through his stinging vision. No.  It felt like nine thousand miles.

                Basch leaned forward, rested his hands on the ebony marble edge of the balcony and bowed his head, yet his eyes could not look away from the illuminating view all around him and below him.

Every time he stood here, every night when he was able to strip himself from his brother’s identity, all he could think about was how he had felt with her arms around him, of the princess’ kiss, both forgiving and loving against his mouth.  Now wasn’t any different, he thought of his queen, he thought of every year, month, day, minute and second he had known her and of every smile he had seen upon her face, from a child to the woman she had grown into; to the woman he knew he loved. 

Basch remembered their lives and how they were so close and entwined and now it seemed his life was so lonely and painful without her. He should never have left her.  

                “You are a fool, Basch Fon Ronsenberg.”

                Basch didn’t know how long he had been standing there, for every part of him was numb. He was confused, disorientated…his feet were unsteady beneath him when he thought he heard a voice.

                “No….you are more than a fool, my knight.”

                Basch jumped back a few paces when his black cape was draped over his shoulders. Spinning round, he could barely believe his eyes.

                “Ashe?”

                She was here? 

The woman standing next to him certainly looked like Ashelia Dalmasca, the Dynast Queen; she wore a coat of blood red velvet and the hood was barely hanging on her head as the wind tried to rip it down. Long trails of silver blonde hair billowed about a pale beautiful and smiling face and there was no doubt. No one could be as beautiful as she. But how could she be here, now, when she had a kingdom to rule?   

Ashelia pulled the cape tightly around Basch’s form and tried to herd him back into his room.  She didn’t need to ask why he stopped and prevented her from taking him inside. Instead, Ashe wrapped her arms around him and held him close, rubbing her hands across his skin to get some heat back to him. Warm lips kissed at his chest and when Basch bowed his head, those same lips touched at his own and breathed life back into him.

                 “Will you stay and watch the city with me?” he asked, when the kiss finally broke. Ashe nodded and turned to look at Archades.

                “Will you come back to Dalmasca with me in the morning?”

                Basch knew what the answer would be and so did she. For this one night they stayed in each other’s arms and watched the lights swirl around them.

                In the morning, she would be a thousand miles away again, but Basch had much more than a faint glimmer of hope. 

                This time, he knew that she would come back when she could. 


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freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: February 13th, 2012 10:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is perfectly lovely.

Inspired by a great song that I know well.

Thanks for sharing this.
basched From: basched Date: February 15th, 2012 11:10 am (UTC) (Link)

You like Pendulum? They are awesome, I've seen them live twice now and this has always been a favourite, for every time I hear it, I envision the scene I wrote.

I'm glad you like it, thanks very much!
freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: February 15th, 2012 11:17 am (UTC) (Link)
You're absolutely right - they are awesome.
basched From: basched Date: February 15th, 2012 11:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Totally!!!
dayofcaligula From: dayofcaligula Date: February 14th, 2012 12:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is very beautiful and lovely and pristine (no noun)! Thank you for this!
basched From: basched Date: February 15th, 2012 11:11 am (UTC) (Link)

Thanks!! It means a lot to know that you enjoyed reading this.
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