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ff_fortnightlyTitle: A Poorly Chosen Disguise
Fandom: FFXII:OGC
Characters: Ashe, (Vossler)
Rating: G
Prompt: 94:Disguises
Summary: Ashe used to daydream of sneaking away, but daydreams rarely mesh with reality. (A double-drabble vignette).
Walking freely in Lowtown, Ashe wants to feel invisible. Vossler will think her insane for walking alone, browsing vendors' stalls, paying gil for a kabob of tender meat.
This small act of defiance makes real her old daydreams, those savored escapes on hot afternoons after failing to make proper smalltalk with her ladies-in-waiting. Stuck in the palace cloister gardens with those women. Such dainty girls dressed like dolls, practicing poetry while fixing flowers. Tittering over marriage prospects not yet arranged. The recital of classical literature proved far too tedious for Ashe's tastes and, even before her engagement was announced, her father made clear the choice was hers to make. In her ladies' eyes, Ashe looked as classeless as a Lowtown laborer, marrying for the whim of passing love, ignorant of Old Galtean poetry.
On those hot summer days, Ashe toyed with her fantasy: Vossler smuggling her out past the guards, past the gates. One time she found the nerve to ask Vossler to purchase her commoner's garb. Only now she learns the clothing he had bought her isn't in fashion. Had it ever been? Impractical skirt, coat mimicking royal style.
Vossler will surely think her mad walking around like this.
Fandom: FFXII:OGC
Characters: Ashe, (Vossler)
Rating: G
Prompt: 94:Disguises
Summary: Ashe used to daydream of sneaking away, but daydreams rarely mesh with reality. (A double-drabble vignette).
Walking freely in Lowtown, Ashe wants to feel invisible. Vossler will think her insane for walking alone, browsing vendors' stalls, paying gil for a kabob of tender meat.
This small act of defiance makes real her old daydreams, those savored escapes on hot afternoons after failing to make proper smalltalk with her ladies-in-waiting. Stuck in the palace cloister gardens with those women. Such dainty girls dressed like dolls, practicing poetry while fixing flowers. Tittering over marriage prospects not yet arranged. The recital of classical literature proved far too tedious for Ashe's tastes and, even before her engagement was announced, her father made clear the choice was hers to make. In her ladies' eyes, Ashe looked as classeless as a Lowtown laborer, marrying for the whim of passing love, ignorant of Old Galtean poetry.
On those hot summer days, Ashe toyed with her fantasy: Vossler smuggling her out past the guards, past the gates. One time she found the nerve to ask Vossler to purchase her commoner's garb. Only now she learns the clothing he had bought her isn't in fashion. Had it ever been? Impractical skirt, coat mimicking royal style.
Vossler will surely think her mad walking around like this.
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Date: 2011-04-24 04:16 pm (UTC)Absolutely love it.
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Date: 2011-04-25 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-26 10:47 am (UTC)Something wrenching right at this line -- her total helplessness, even when it comes to fashion. The way Vossler tainted her daydream with his own?
Don't interrupt Ashe--she's trying to think!
Date: 2011-04-27 01:13 am (UTC)