"You know, if I hadn’t known it was the two of you, I’d have cast Scourge before you had a chance to speak the second spell," Larsa says conversationally the moment that Penelo removes the Float from him, before she can cast Esuna to get rid of the Immobilize/Blind that she and her partner have (wholly unnecessarily) added.
Speaking first gives him the advantage, but he has to admit a certain disappointment in not getting to see Vaan’s face at this admission; he’ll have to make do with the older boy’s wordless disappointed cry and Penelo’s rueful chuckle of "Told you!" before she does the Esuna.
As least Larsa is treated to the ever-amusing sight of Vaan scratching his head awkwardly. "Awww," he says.
Penelo puts her arms about Larsa’s shoulders. "Well, this way you at least have a little plausible deniability if anyone asks you about skipping out on those awful ceremonies."
"Or I would as long as no one with the wit to use Libra--- and this is Archadia--- notices you didn’t have me Silenced," Larsa can’t resist retorting, even though he’s putty in Penelo’s hands when she hugs him like this.
"It’s not as if we’d kidnap you without your consent," she scolds. "And I’ll silence you, all right---" she adds, leaning down to kiss him.
He might try to be a better man than his late brother, but he knows he’s not a slyer one: the smirk on his face when they come up for air gives him away, and he knows it, even before she swats him. "You had that in mind, didn’t you?"
"I am a Solidor," he points out ruefully. It’s much on his mind, today of all days.
Today. The celebration of the seventh anniversary of his re-instatement of the Senate, bare months after he’d taken the throne--- which he knows all too well is also in some quarters a celebration of his brother’s death.
Penelo’s softened expression says she knows it, even as she hugs him wordlessly.
Trust Vaan, on the other hand, to put his foot in his mouth up to the femur. "Aw, c’mon, you’re nothing like Vayne!"
Penelo, Larsa is pleased to note, is already sighing in fond exasperation even as he tenses in her embrace. "So not the point, Vaan," she scolds.
Proof that Vaan has at least matured a little in seven years, for all that Larsa often feels himself the elder of them: he has the grace to look shamefaced. "Yeah, well," he says, stepping in close on Larsa’s other side so that he’s bracketed, warm and safe, by the two of them, "least we can do is get you a little break, right?"
Larsa laughs despite himself and tips his face up. "For my own, good, eh?"
"You know it," Vaan says, brightening, even as he bends to claim a kiss in turn.
FILL: FFXII Vaan/Penelo/Larsa
Speaking first gives him the advantage, but he has to admit a certain disappointment in not getting to see Vaan’s face at this admission; he’ll have to make do with the older boy’s wordless disappointed cry and Penelo’s rueful chuckle of "Told you!" before she does the Esuna.
As least Larsa is treated to the ever-amusing sight of Vaan scratching his head awkwardly. "Awww," he says.
Penelo puts her arms about Larsa’s shoulders. "Well, this way you at least have a little plausible deniability if anyone asks you about skipping out on those awful ceremonies."
"Or I would as long as no one with the wit to use Libra--- and this is Archadia--- notices you didn’t have me Silenced," Larsa can’t resist retorting, even though he’s putty in Penelo’s hands when she hugs him like this.
"It’s not as if we’d kidnap you without your consent," she scolds. "And I’ll silence you, all right---" she adds, leaning down to kiss him.
He might try to be a better man than his late brother, but he knows he’s not a slyer one: the smirk on his face when they come up for air gives him away, and he knows it, even before she swats him. "You had that in mind, didn’t you?"
"I am a Solidor," he points out ruefully. It’s much on his mind, today of all days.
Today. The celebration of the seventh anniversary of his re-instatement of the Senate, bare months after he’d taken the throne--- which he knows all too well is also in some quarters a celebration of his brother’s death.
Penelo’s softened expression says she knows it, even as she hugs him wordlessly.
Trust Vaan, on the other hand, to put his foot in his mouth up to the femur. "Aw, c’mon, you’re nothing like Vayne!"
Penelo, Larsa is pleased to note, is already sighing in fond exasperation even as he tenses in her embrace. "So not the point, Vaan," she scolds.
Proof that Vaan has at least matured a little in seven years, for all that Larsa often feels himself the elder of them: he has the grace to look shamefaced. "Yeah, well," he says, stepping in close on Larsa’s other side so that he’s bracketed, warm and safe, by the two of them, "least we can do is get you a little break, right?"
Larsa laughs despite himself and tips his face up. "For my own, good, eh?"
"You know it," Vaan says, brightening, even as he bends to claim a kiss in turn.