Her heart slides somewhere up by her throat watching Basch rise to his feet and hold out his hands for her. If she had been allowed to choose, it isn't hard to imagine choosing someone exactly like him, if not the man himself - as devoted as she to Dalmasca, unfalteringly brave, loyal despite insurmountable odds as she aspires to be with every weighty choice she's made so far. The troubles that wear on her aren't unlike the burdens he carries, and, beyond all that - he is a good man, handsome and true - the sort of man any woman would think fondly of.
It's affection that pulls her to her feet now, her hands taking hold of both of his. She blows by all her hesitance when their eyes meet, going so far as to let her hands squeeze his briefly when she takes a few steps closer.
"I do not wish to see it as serving me, Basch." Her only frame of reference may be limited, but of this, Ashe feels sure. "When we're alone, I would like to merely be - with you." Just Ashe, the person, rather than a princess on the cusp of taking back her country.
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Date: 2023-08-08 12:12 am (UTC)It's affection that pulls her to her feet now, her hands taking hold of both of his. She blows by all her hesitance when their eyes meet, going so far as to let her hands squeeze his briefly when she takes a few steps closer.
"I do not wish to see it as serving me, Basch." Her only frame of reference may be limited, but of this, Ashe feels sure. "When we're alone, I would like to merely be - with you." Just Ashe, the person, rather than a princess on the cusp of taking back her country.