Oh hi. I totally didn't wait until midnight (IT'S MIDNIGHT HERE OK) to post this review or the subsequent ones. Any surge of reviews to which you may or may not be subject to today has nothing to do with your *~BIRTHDAY TIMEZ~* at all, not one bit. ♥
OK, that out of the way...
Disclaimer. You probably know it's been a long time since I've played FFXII. So long, in fact, that I actually had to look up who Rasler, though I knew he had 'some kind of important relationship to Ashe'. Ahaha. But I've wanted to read more of your Ashe for a while.
This baby's strength definitely lies in its setting and pacing. The setting is vivid -- fallen, overgrown and ominous. The pacing is moody, contemplative and a bit sad. Precisely right for Ashe. Who, BTW, is just as I remember her. You've got her voice down well.
There is a lot of potent, beautiful language in this:
his fair hair catching the sunlight as they picnicked in the gardens, walked down its pathways, rowed across the lake.
Ashe lifted her lance and, with a grunt, stabbed the oncoming zombie through the breast, wondering as she did so who he might have been two years ago. A guardsman, a gardener, a visitor to the capital city in the wrong place at very much the wrong time?
It's also telling how she lets herself be vulnerable in Basch's presence, and even frets about the others seeing her off guard. She trusts him.
In other news, this does nothing to dissuade me from shipping the heck out of these two. Uh. Well done, all around.
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OK, that out of the way...
Disclaimer. You probably know it's been a long time since I've played FFXII. So long, in fact, that I actually had to look up who Rasler, though I knew he had 'some kind of important relationship to Ashe'. Ahaha. But I've wanted to read more of your Ashe for a while.
This baby's strength definitely lies in its setting and pacing. The setting is vivid -- fallen, overgrown and ominous. The pacing is moody, contemplative and a bit sad. Precisely right for Ashe. Who, BTW, is just as I remember her. You've got her voice down well.
There is a lot of potent, beautiful language in this:
his fair hair catching the sunlight as they picnicked in the gardens, walked down its pathways, rowed across the lake.
Ashe lifted her lance and, with a grunt, stabbed the oncoming zombie through the breast, wondering as she did so who he might have been two years ago. A guardsman, a gardener, a visitor to the capital city in the wrong place at very much the wrong time?
It's also telling how she lets herself be vulnerable in Basch's presence, and even frets about the others seeing her off guard. She trusts him.
In other news, this does nothing to dissuade me from shipping the heck out of these two. Uh. Well done, all around.