No Crown of Thorns

Feb 07, 2007 23:23

Title: No Crown of Thorns
Fandom: Post-FFXII
Characters: Larsa, (Penelo)
Rating: G
Format: One-Shot
Status: Complete, polished, spellchecked.
Words: 810
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership of characters or games, only themes within.
Author's Notes: Cause apparently there just isn't enough Larsa/Penelo love on my flist, I had to write this. Mostly ( Read more... )

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owlmoose February 8 2007, 07:48:40 UTC
Man, I need a Larsa icon. Or a Vayne icon. Or both.

Anyway, I like this a lot. I can really see this being the young man that Larsa grows into, and Vayne's voice from beyond is spot-on. Moody in all the right ways. Nicely done. :)

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mithrigil February 8 2007, 19:49:00 UTC
I love the distraught craziness of it all. I do not picture him actually speaking aloud to himself to the extent that you convey here, but the sentiment is entirely in tone with his state of mind, and seems very characteristic. I think if you'd held back on his actually talking to himself, it would have more of a punch when he adminishes the "voice of Vayne".

Well-done, though. Eerie.

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rustehroll February 8 2007, 20:09:47 UTC
*laughs* Thanks for the feedback. I wasn't sure if the choice for him to speak aloud was right or not, but I wanted to make it distinct he was talking to SOMEONE as opposed to himself.

Often there's insanity that runs in royal houses... wondering if Larsa has a touch of it.... ;)

It's something that should be explored!

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mithrigil February 8 2007, 21:03:28 UTC

Oh, he does. I hate to toot my own horn, but have you read my Erlkonig? Or is the Al-Cid thing you dissected the only of my work you've gotten to?

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rustehroll February 8 2007, 21:20:40 UTC
Hmm. I haven't really been reading much at ALL lately. I'm just starting to get back into fandom, and reading bits of what people are writing. I'm more partial of shorter works, in the 500 - 3000 word count range, longer than that and it has to have a lot of story pull for me to read it, but if you have something you'd like me to look at, I'll do it. :) I notice most of your stuff is pretty long, but if you wanna pick out your favourite, I'll read it and tell you what I think!! :)

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mariagoner February 8 2007, 20:44:35 UTC
Oh poor Larsa... it's not his fault the inbreeding was bound to get to him sooner or later. (Still, that's all the more reason to go over Penelo and not some princess who's probably his second-cousin-thrice-removed, or whatever!) But he's seriously rather scarily crazy in this fic, which is certainly one of the more intriguing conceptions of older!Larsa I've seen so far. His dialogue with his brother about going after or surrendering Penelo somehow manages to both creepy and heart-breaking, which is quite a trick. I know you designated this as a one-shot but I'd really love to see a continuation of this... especially if Larsa does manage to make it to Penelo's wedding after all!

(And hey, if you want, I can always write you a "Larsa stands up for Penelo on his wedding day even though it makes his heart shatter fic for a fic exchange. Fair's fair? ;)

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rustehroll February 8 2007, 21:10:29 UTC
Haha! I dunno, I couldn't resist the idea of inbreeding :P I'm mean, I guess. But it makes sense, and it's an interesting concept to like, explore and look at! Especially as Larsa ages... will he follows his brother's footsteps? Thoughts thoughts.

I'm glad you liked it, and poor Larsa! I didn't mean to make him sound so nuts. ;) Oh well.

And I'm notorious for saying it's a one-shot and then writing three more one-shots that follow up on it, so you'll probably get your wish. I wanted to continue this anyway, but I was running outta steam. Hmm. I'll see what I can come up with, if you do a heart-shattering wedding day fic for me :D

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coloredink February 9 2007, 10:02:52 UTC
I feel like I don't necessarily agree with your interpretation of Larsa at age 18 here--I mean, he's an adult at 12!--but still, I really liked this. So compelling! Especially Larsa talking to his dead brother. Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, indeed.

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