My last gift [FF12, Balthier/Basch]
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kinkfestTitle: My last gift
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akiko
Rating: R?
Word count: 260
Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch: sickness/hurt-comfort - the last gift a friend can give is an ending
Summary: As it says on the tin
Warning: euthanasia, character death.
The room was still and dark when Balthier entered. He heard labored breathing from the corner where Basch's bed stood. He hardly needed light to know where it was; years' worth of nights spent there guided his steps.
Balthier knelt beside Basch's bed. A hint of putrescence assailed his nose. "I hoped I wouldn't be too late."
"I'm glad you came." Basch's voice was strained. "Where were you? Open the curtain so I can see you."
Balthier rose and pulled the curtain open. Basch's face was lined with pain, aged twenty years since he'd last seen him. Had it only been months? "I was in Rozarria. I'd heard there was a Mark to hunt there." He knelt beside Basch again and stroked his cheek. "How?"
Basch's eyes closed. "We were ambushed by bangaa. They wanted to assassinate Larsa. They seemed to be satisfied with a Judge instead." He coughed harshly. "Their blades were poisoned with something we've been unable to find an antidote for."
Balthier swore. "How long?"
"No one knows. Days, hours. It hurts, Balthier." Basch held his gaze. "End this pain."
Balthier closed his eyes. Any witty retort failed him. It would be mercy, not murder. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over Basch. "I love you. Always."
Basch reached up and caressed Balthier's cheek. "And I you." He pulled Balthier's face toward him, and Balthier kissed him softly.
Balthier's tears dripped onto Basch's face as he slipped the knife between Basch's ribs, straight into his heart. "Forgive me, love."
Basch's only answer was a sigh.
Author:
akikoRating: R?
Word count: 260
Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch: sickness/hurt-comfort - the last gift a friend can give is an ending
Summary: As it says on the tin
Warning: euthanasia, character death.
The room was still and dark when Balthier entered. He heard labored breathing from the corner where Basch's bed stood. He hardly needed light to know where it was; years' worth of nights spent there guided his steps.
Balthier knelt beside Basch's bed. A hint of putrescence assailed his nose. "I hoped I wouldn't be too late."
"I'm glad you came." Basch's voice was strained. "Where were you? Open the curtain so I can see you."
Balthier rose and pulled the curtain open. Basch's face was lined with pain, aged twenty years since he'd last seen him. Had it only been months? "I was in Rozarria. I'd heard there was a Mark to hunt there." He knelt beside Basch again and stroked his cheek. "How?"
Basch's eyes closed. "We were ambushed by bangaa. They wanted to assassinate Larsa. They seemed to be satisfied with a Judge instead." He coughed harshly. "Their blades were poisoned with something we've been unable to find an antidote for."
Balthier swore. "How long?"
"No one knows. Days, hours. It hurts, Balthier." Basch held his gaze. "End this pain."
Balthier closed his eyes. Any witty retort failed him. It would be mercy, not murder. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over Basch. "I love you. Always."
Basch reached up and caressed Balthier's cheek. "And I you." He pulled Balthier's face toward him, and Balthier kissed him softly.
Balthier's tears dripped onto Basch's face as he slipped the knife between Basch's ribs, straight into his heart. "Forgive me, love."
Basch's only answer was a sigh.
