sarasa_cat posting in ff_fortnightly
Title: For Want of a Kiss
Characters: Penelo, Basch?
Summary: In 704, when Dalmasca still had an army...
T'was a secret Penelo never shared. Speaking it would have saddle her with unfaceable guilt. Even at that tender age of fourteen years eleven months, she'd grown world-wise enough to question a long desired kiss, although not until a day had passed.
On that particular afternoon in Rabanastre, not long after the battle for Nalbina had begun, Penelo had no way of knowing that Marcco, her eldest brother and highly ranked knight, had died. She only knew of his upcoming promotion to Captain and that their father had a captain's set of plated leathers prepared.
So, naturally, when Ser Ronsenburg hurried through the back gate into the yard behind Penelo's family townhouse -- no one but Penelo to greet him -- she ran up to the man who once knighted her brother and helped grow his command. In a rush of impetuous presumption, she sprung forward and clasped the knight in a hug far warmer than the man had expected.
"Have you Marcco's uniform?" he asked.
"You've promoted him!"
"Please, would you bring it to me?" Ser Ronsenburg bent to kiss her as she gasped.
And in all her dizzy, giddy excitement, she chose to ignore his foreign voice.