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Characters: Delita and Ashe
Summary: Seeking closure, the pair visit the Farplane to say goodbye to their loved ones.
Location: The Farplane and Guadosalam
Date: A few days after their return to Warjilis
Warnings: Initial angst?

Not lightly had the choice been made. Even as they rode on chocobo back with a half-hour's journey behind them, Ashelia couldn't help but question whether her decision to accompany Delita had been driven by selfishness. This place - the Farplane - somehow granted the opportunity to see images of those loved and lost. Journeying there meant she could see Rasler again, yet this reunion, she knew, would differ greatly from those past. Well, those in Gaia.

Her mind wandered, into the great halls of Raithwall's Tomb where the prince's ghostly form had materialised and gripped her heart. This would prove closer to the form she would find in the Farplane. Without being, a representation only. Yet it would not deceive her, as the Occuria had aimed for those years ago. No longer would she be toyed with, nor Rasler's likeness used undeservedly. In her eyes, this journey held one purpose alone.

To find some semblance of closure, and the will to embrace the future.

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Their kiss endured, felt as natural as the meadow in which they lay, the setting of the sun upon far horizon. Definition of the moment was not as important as the act itself. Guided by womanly instinct her lips press emboldened, if only slightly, wanting to reassure him of her surety.

Any lingering wonderment Ashe harboured as to when she began to fall for Delita drifted away, the cloak obscuring her true feelings had vanished.

She was falling deeply in love.

Delita knew little concerning the concepts and feelings of love, but falling in love was indeed what was happening. He was drawn deeply to this woman and hoped that he was conveying her importance to himself.

Surprised he was to find her lips pressing even harder. He had thought everything complete upon the first touch, but this produced a pleasure beyond his expectation. Having no other way to express himself, he pulled her more firmly into his embrace.

Throughout all they had undertaken and faced together, Delita had persistently done that which he hoped - made her feel immeasurably valued on a personal level, and in reward, her heart had opened its shell to him.

She gasped against his lips upon the bold initiative of his arms, but how fulfilling, how completely right the sensation felt, how daring. Thus she persisted, shifting between gentleness and the harder presses of sheer want. Breath could wait.

Delita was barely breathing as well. His total attention focused upon the princess. During their time together, she was the one person that could cause him to lose his focus and concentrate solely upon herself.

He never wanted the kiss to end, holding it as long as he could. He slowly backed off the princess, only far enough to see her eyes again. There was no hiding his emotions from this woman and the softness of his face belied his care.

Even as his lips parted, his arm refused to release themselves from her waist. Her closeness continued to feed the spark that had been ignited.

With the kiss' inevitable end the princess caught her breath, lips slightly reddened though not on par with the colouration of his cheeks. Ashe lifted her gaze gradually to meet his, noting that his expression hid nothing.

She only hoped hers was as telling, before gray eyes locked with brown and she was utterly lost, drawn into their endless depths. Smoothing her hands from his hair, they travelled around him, returning the bodily embrace.

How badly she wanted to speak, and found breath enough for one question, all the while praying for one particular answer.

"I... Is this truly what you want?"

There was much out there that Delita had no answers for, but this was one question that he was prepared to answer.

"I had not expected to feel this way, yet this is what I truly want."

He knew not where it would lead, but holding her felt so natural that he was ready to take the journey. Pulling on her so that the hug would cease, he freely allowed her to take over all his thoughts. Later, he would think on the change that had occurred but this evening he would simply enjoy her presence.

Away from his warmth she shifted, yet the closeness between them was retained. How her life had changed in this one day... yet like he, Ashe would give time to consider the implications later.

Back upon the grass she lay while the sun sank all the more, their figures awash with the radiant glow. To the side she turned her head, to gaze upon him once more, a hand seeking out his.

"As do I, Delita."

His hand was given freely as he pulled her closer so they could share this first sunset together in an intimate embrace.

Soon they would need depart for Warjilis or find a room for the evening, yet Delita was ill prepared for it to end. It was lost upon him how he was ignoring the beauty of their environment to focus his attentions solely upon the woman at his side.

"Ashelia, I am happy to have spent this evening with you."

His eyes softened accentuating how different he felt this evening. Today had been a huge day for the both of them and he would have shared it with no one else.

The final, vivid red hues of sunlight lingered as if reluctant to give way to the onset of dusk. All the while, hand in his, the daughter of kings lay against the farmers' son in the first vestiges of their newfound relationship.

"And I, with you."

Ashe looked upon him with tenderness, gratitude even, meaning to convey her own happiness firstly through her eyes. Never had she imagined love would come to her again, but... as Rasler had wished it for her, so had it found a way to blossom, opened to Delita, with whom she felt so deep a connection.

"May it be the first of many."

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