FFXII: No Good Deed
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: No rest for the wicked. Set, in my mind, just after Revenant Wings, but doesn't contain spoilers. For the_sandsea.
"Balthier!"
"Your majesty?" he turns, cocky, half-smiling. Fran turns, too, moving closer to him. Ashe looks at them for a moment and then looks aside a little.
"I would ask a favour of you," she says. Balthier notes that Basch, behind her, is looking worried.
"Another crisis so soon?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at Basch.
"Simply a delicate operation," Basch says, moving closer himself. He stands an awkward few steps away from Ashe, perhaps unsure of his position with her, still. Or perhaps simply far too uncomfortable inside all that armour: knowing him, it could be either, Balthier thinks. "We would have a trustworthy sky pirate's help."
"An oxymoron," Fran says, with a soft snort. She pushes her long hair back.
"Are you sure you don't simply want to keep me around, your majesty?" Balthier asks, softly, mocking. She gives him a look and turns, moving away: the very picture of injured royal pride.
"Speak to them for me, Basch," she says, and then she's gone. Balthier pretends indifference, his hand on his gun.
"So what'll it be, Basch?" He cocks an eyebrow. "Or is it something best discussed in privacy?"
Basch almost smiles. "Perhaps privacy would be best, yes. As I said -- it is a delicate matter."
"What do you think, Fran?"
She shrugs, eloquently. "There is, they say, no rest for the wicked."
Balthier smiles at her. "And also, no good deed goes unpunished. I fear we shall never cease being trustworthy sky pirates in the pay of Dalmasca's queen, if we keep doing her a good turn at a good rate."
Fran's smile is knowing. "You'd have it no other way," she says, and turns to Basch. "We will put off our visit to the Sandsea. Let us find somewhere we can discuss this 'delicate operation'."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: No rest for the wicked. Set, in my mind, just after Revenant Wings, but doesn't contain spoilers. For the_sandsea.
"Balthier!"
"Your majesty?" he turns, cocky, half-smiling. Fran turns, too, moving closer to him. Ashe looks at them for a moment and then looks aside a little.
"I would ask a favour of you," she says. Balthier notes that Basch, behind her, is looking worried.
"Another crisis so soon?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at Basch.
"Simply a delicate operation," Basch says, moving closer himself. He stands an awkward few steps away from Ashe, perhaps unsure of his position with her, still. Or perhaps simply far too uncomfortable inside all that armour: knowing him, it could be either, Balthier thinks. "We would have a trustworthy sky pirate's help."
"An oxymoron," Fran says, with a soft snort. She pushes her long hair back.
"Are you sure you don't simply want to keep me around, your majesty?" Balthier asks, softly, mocking. She gives him a look and turns, moving away: the very picture of injured royal pride.
"Speak to them for me, Basch," she says, and then she's gone. Balthier pretends indifference, his hand on his gun.
"So what'll it be, Basch?" He cocks an eyebrow. "Or is it something best discussed in privacy?"
Basch almost smiles. "Perhaps privacy would be best, yes. As I said -- it is a delicate matter."
"What do you think, Fran?"
She shrugs, eloquently. "There is, they say, no rest for the wicked."
Balthier smiles at her. "And also, no good deed goes unpunished. I fear we shall never cease being trustworthy sky pirates in the pay of Dalmasca's queen, if we keep doing her a good turn at a good rate."
Fran's smile is knowing. "You'd have it no other way," she says, and turns to Basch. "We will put off our visit to the Sandsea. Let us find somewhere we can discuss this 'delicate operation'."