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[FFXII] Faithfull Memories

Author: taurie_2020
Title: Faithfull
Memories Fandom: FFXII Characters
: Raynard Prince Friedrich Islands (pg original).
Beta: ewyn (as always my good right arm ^ ^)
Note: This fic is for dhely and indra_pavamana , who introduced me to the wonderful world of FFXII




Dense and dark shadows, had only vaguely felt the softness of the mattress against the back pain, the gentle hands that had stripped him, they had pulled the blankets up to his throat.
did not care, after all, time had ceased to exist the moment when the floor was coming towards him and felt his arm had supported him. Then there was only darkness.
thankful that this is not the case in the chapel, the crowd rushed to the burial of the Emperor.

Three days and three nights he had watched the coffin, supported only by his pain and the hard white armor, the only tangible sign of mourning. During that interminable
Sleep, after all this time, she thought her mother. He remembered still young, rich dresses decorated with white brocade, the symbol of perpetual mourning for her husband that never loved and stepchildren killed "by the Tyrant." He still remembered the whispers resentful: "Raynard, never forget, your brothers, your father. Their blood is on your hands than the offspring of tyrants ... Solidor. "

What bitter mockery, my mother! At the end you turned against everything, even your son ... will definitely make you crazy in this state?

But the specter of the woman had been destroyed soon chased away by other ghosts, infinitely sweeter. I remember the first years, the whims, the small crowd, some of the city at night, only two guys pretending to be rich without a thought for the head, not the Emperor of Archades: Larsa Ferrinas Solidor and his squire Lord Raynard Fedrici , Prince of the Isles. And the great feasts in the palace, under the vault of the Crystal Room of the Stars, the sweetest ghost was Larsa, who handed him the box of dark skin, inside which lay burgundy velvet strings of beads and clasps black platinum and diamonds, made to adorn the complicated hairstyle used by the nobles of the Islands during official events. He remembered the envious glances and fall away, the whispers that had run like a breeze on a sea of grass folding it gently. No emperor had ever donated items came from the treasury of the crown to a favorite. Her mother's lips were tight and nervous in a straight line, knuckles white around the narrow range of ivory.
Yet the most precious gift that he ever did was return the sword to his brother. The great katana set with amethyst.
I still remember the solemn ceremony during which Larsa had announced his name completely rehabilitated and brought him holding a sword in a cloth of blue silk
... take it from now on in my name ... He had accepted
bowing his head in assent, could not have say nothing, such was the lump that choked. Larsa
Later, in his close embrace the big four-poster bed, had confessed to have felt almost jealous of the looks that rested on him and he had touched with the fingertips the bruise, which still stood on the cheekbone.
more ... now no one will dare raise a hand against you ...

They were carefree years, sometimes interrupted by furious arguments, and as soon overshadowed by the establishment of security Basch. The city teemed with spies, his agents asked for the hearing at any time of day or night, but eventually inflexible judge also had to be convinced that they were safe. Maybe if they too were convinced, and when the attack had come hit with devastating force.
Day Parade.
all smiled, waved to the crowd Larsa. Ray a couple of steps back you enjoyed the show, Basch several meters to the right of the platform and martial property. There was Balthier, busy with workshops, or Cid and Adien, in bed with a febbriciattola, Hanna had been inflexible.
And in an instant the world had changed.
Ray Basch and had seen the man move, aim the weapon and, at the same time, had moved.
The only thing he remembered before the pain, were the decorations of the jacket against Larsa's face while pushing him to the ground by covering it with the own body. After
for a long time, the world had become only darkness and pain.

He wanted to see, past the pain. Above all, what was: the day of the Oath with Larsa, Islands, Basch and Balthier who acted as witnesses. The night of the Harvest Festival, dancing around bonfires and, later, when the fires were extinguished, they were lying in the grass, wrapped in blankets, to make love.

When, eventually, he woke up, on Larsa's eyes he was sad, almost guilty. She had seen him endure in silence the taunts of his mother. In private he had imposed to end as soon as possible to that behavior. He tried to apologize with Lars, but he was just resting the tips of the fingers on his lips, shaking his head.
had been months of suffering, slow progress, frustrating relapse. And after all that pain, lack of sensitivity, a typical side effect of netech had not disappeared, as the doctors had predicted. The food had no flavor, the most passionate kiss, the caress bolder not aroused no desire, and, despite being almost a year, nothing seemed capable of igniting the passion in your blood.

Larsa had accepted as a divine punishment by laying the blame for everything, as if he would do the trick.
Even that time was Balthier to find the solution to the problem: a miracle drug. Everything seemed to go well, at least until his birthday.

Larsa had made to find an easel covered with a cloth of black silk. Ray smiled and receiving removed.
"Something is wrong ...?".
Ray had stopped breathing, "Where did you find?".
Larsa had moistened his lips uneasily.
"I'm doing the renovation of the west wing galleries are closed for at least ten years ... there were in all the paintings of this artist native to the isles of yours ... I thought you might like ...".
The only thing that would really have liked to Ray, it was that he felt the cold hand resting on his back ghost disappeared.
"Make it disappear! I do not want to see. "
Then he turned and was gone. Had taken refuge on the balcony, a quiet and silent, where almost no one came.
Larsa had found almost two hours later.
"Raynard ...."
Ray had turned to look at him, he looked sad and confused.
"I'm sorry for being rude Larsa has nothing to do ... you are just ... bad memories."
Larsa nodded.
"I wanted to get something acceptable ... you've already suffered too much because of my family ...."
Ray had felt guilty, had embraced him and kissed his forehead.
"Do not worry ... I overreacted ...."
"Would you tell me what you have mentioned?".
Ray sighed: "No ... not right that this weighs heavy on you ...."
Larsa had held my breath: "It is about ... my brother ...?".
Her voice wavered.
"Yes, but we do not think."
"It's when you have ...?".
Ray had moved away slightly from him, to return to his eyes.
"Who told you?".
"Your mother ... when you were sick ... he was furious, yelling at me ... I asked if it was not enough to kill us Solidor siblings, abused and raped ...".
Her cheeks were burning.
"He had no right to say certain things ... I do not feel responsible for anything and always love you ...".
His voice was safe even though he hesitated, choosing his words carefully.
"I'm sorry ... I ordered to send the whole gallery of paintings as a gift to Al-Cid Rozario ...."
Ray smiled incredulously.
"Thank you ...." Incredible
wonder what might have contained those two simple syllables
he no longer spoken.
Only he, his brother Adien, Vayne and Balthier knew what had happened. No one would speak.

The following years brought new joys and new sorrows. The arrival at court of
Aelerich, the son of Noha, that Ray was a kind of surrogate son. The boys had grown up taking their own way: that of Aelerich sword, the magic and the power Adien Cid.
Cid had left for his studies when he returned and was now a man. Larsa had imposed a wife to her son Adien, after yet another bastard. The relationship between Adien Aelerich and had always been difficult, so the son of Noha, could not be his personal guard, but this had not prevented him to make a phenomenally successful career in the army. Then one day he became ill Larsa, Basch and shortly after he was dead, although it was still very strong, was the oldest of them all, for many years.
Larsa had reigned up to two years before, when he retired with him in the Islands.
And now he was dead.

Ray let his eyes wander about the city that lay below, as well as buildings and gardens of the Palazzo Reale.
He knew he was like a lone statue on the balcony, a man of fifty, his hair cropped to the mourning and dark shadows under his eyes that made them seem like pests. An upright figure with a long coat just in the wind.
a judge.
Suddenly a light touch, gentle, rested on his shoulder.
"Raynard ...."
She moved her head to look at Balthier. A little taller than him, he always seemed the very tall man, the pirate, who had met the first time in fifteen years.
"I'm sorry, I did not let anyone say that I would come here ...."
A friendly smile, the wrinkles that became more pronounced, a last ray of sunlight caught the little gold remains one of the hair.
"Ray ... I know you're suffering."
"I know you understand, but ...."
And who could better understand, he was left alone for all those years, after the death of Basch.
"Did you leave first."
"Yes."
They both knew. The terrible wounds caused by the netech Ray, in addition to the many problems that had caused and suffered in those thirty years later, had irretrievably shortened life, but never would have imagined a worse enemy lurks in the blood of Larsa .
Larsa.
Now his body lay still for several floors below, covered by a marble slab, in the catacombs of the palace.
"You know ... many years ago when he started to be build the grave ... he took me to see her, she told me that after we are dead remained side by side ... it seemed like a trivial thing, and romantic. Now I realize how everything is horrible. "
Balthier said nothing, only the weight of his hand on his shoulder revealed its presence.
They stayed there for a long time in silence.
The sun sank over the horizon, and the first stars began to peep into the dark sky. Raynard then stirred.
"Let's go back in - he murmured - I must go and check the reports of agents ... A new Emperor now sits in the Hall of Stars, and I'm always his Judge.."
Balthier smiled.
had passed that day and were ready also, somehow, to address those would come, for better or for worse, until it was asked of them.