Ever At Your Service by beneathangelswings, literature
Literature
Ever At Your Service
Pairing: Basch/Ashe
Follows FFXII Cannon
An unknown soldier is escorted through the halls of a magnificent palace. The native guards are skeptical, but the king is sure after meeting this man -- he is the one for the job, yes, they will start him here. His lightness of spirit makes him a perfect companion for Dalmasca's treasure, the king thinks, and his loyalty to his newly adopted homeland makes him the perfect protector.
"I warn you," the escorting knight says, "if any harm should befall her, we shall make your death look like an accident."
The young soldier, barely twenty-two years of age, nods in understanding. He has taken this p
In denim.
In denim I live.
In denim I move
from my house to my car.
In denim I run
from my car to my class.
In denim I jump
from one hug to the next.
In denim I shuffle
my Converse Friday feet under his gaze.
In denim I tell
my secrets to my friend.
In denim I yell
from one car to the next.
In denim I watch
my boy play his game of chicken to impress.
In denim I scream
my body caving with the cage.
In denim I apologize
for all the wrong I have done.
In denim I speak
my goodbyes and reach for his already lifeless hand.
In denim I die.
Alleys
There is a quiet sound
that echoes in the distance
on these cold downtown streets
It is the cry of all the teenagers
who have wandered these passages
for so many years
It bounces from building to building
down the alleys and
into the park
where we sit
Where we stand
and where we dance.
It is the place where we come to cry
to talk
to explain
to apologize
Its trees offer no protection from the eyes of adults
of the parents who come this way
just to check
to be sure
Our tears stay in this park
in the places that they fall
like all those tears
cried by those who came before
Our words
Since I had been eleven, I had wanted to be Hermione Granger.
Even when I had hit high school and had stopped being obsessed with Harry Potter, I still carried a part of me that wanted to be just like her. My hero, I had told myself every time I felt uncertain about whether or not I was smart enough or bold enough to handle something, is not a waif thin model or a popular girl who lacks brains. My hero is Hermione Granger, the bravest young woman in literature.
She was so real to me that she was more of a friend than a dream. In classes, when the other students would look at me strangely when I asked intelligent questions or raised my ha
You always act like its okay.
Its not.
You always tell me that it will be fine.
It won't always be.
You keep saying that things will change.
Its hasn't changed yet.
You tell me that you're different on the inside than on the outside.
Its not something I can see.
You tell me that I have to believe you.
Its not something I can do.
You tell me not to leave.
Its too late.
I'm all ready gone.
Ever At Your Service by beneathangelswings, literature
Literature
Ever At Your Service
Pairing: Basch/Ashe
Follows FFXII Cannon
An unknown soldier is escorted through the halls of a magnificent palace. The native guards are skeptical, but the king is sure after meeting this man -- he is the one for the job, yes, they will start him here. His lightness of spirit makes him a perfect companion for Dalmasca's treasure, the king thinks, and his loyalty to his newly adopted homeland makes him the perfect protector.
"I warn you," the escorting knight says, "if any harm should befall her, we shall make your death look like an accident."
The young soldier, barely twenty-two years of age, nods in understanding. He has taken this p
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