FFXII: Second Wind
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The curiosity of Humes, Fran would conclude, is their worst weakness. For the_sandsea.
"I wouldn't look back, if I were you," Balthier said, as she swam back into consciousness. Fran was surprised at how attuned he was to her that he could tell she was awake and aware again without even looking at her. Or, at least, she hoped he was looking where he was going and not at her.
"Why not?" she asked, once she'd decided she was in possession of all her limbs and wouldn't be troubled more than a potion or two would cure.
"Because I advise that you don't, of course."
Fran huffed softly. The sound was very, very eloquent. She was aware, now, that Balthier wasn't exactly running, but he was certainly in rather a hurry. And he was doing his best not to let her look back over his shoulder.
"What are we running from?"
"We're making a dignified retreat," he said. He sounded a little bit out of breath. "And if you don't hush and stay still, I shall drop you."
Fran rolled her eyes. A moment later she'd twisted out of his arms and was on her own feet. "I am no damsel in distress," she told him, and then wished she hadn't done such a foolish thing -- it was the influence of Humes like Balthier, she supposed -- since her head reeled and swam. She took a deep breath, forced calm, and then looked back at what was coming behind them.
"I told you not to touch that device, you know," she remarked, a moment later, speeding up her pace a little to match Balthier's. She resisted the urge to exclaim Humes in the way that always annoyed Balthier.
"I appreciate that," he said, very evenly.
"At least it's a slow creature," she said, chancing another glance over her shoulder.
"I believe it's just warming up," Balthier said, wryly, as the heavy steps behind them came nearer and louder. "I suggest we find our own second wind and hurry out of here."
"Humes," she muttered, unable to resist. She ignored Balthier's reproachful look.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The curiosity of Humes, Fran would conclude, is their worst weakness. For the_sandsea.
"I wouldn't look back, if I were you," Balthier said, as she swam back into consciousness. Fran was surprised at how attuned he was to her that he could tell she was awake and aware again without even looking at her. Or, at least, she hoped he was looking where he was going and not at her.
"Why not?" she asked, once she'd decided she was in possession of all her limbs and wouldn't be troubled more than a potion or two would cure.
"Because I advise that you don't, of course."
Fran huffed softly. The sound was very, very eloquent. She was aware, now, that Balthier wasn't exactly running, but he was certainly in rather a hurry. And he was doing his best not to let her look back over his shoulder.
"What are we running from?"
"We're making a dignified retreat," he said. He sounded a little bit out of breath. "And if you don't hush and stay still, I shall drop you."
Fran rolled her eyes. A moment later she'd twisted out of his arms and was on her own feet. "I am no damsel in distress," she told him, and then wished she hadn't done such a foolish thing -- it was the influence of Humes like Balthier, she supposed -- since her head reeled and swam. She took a deep breath, forced calm, and then looked back at what was coming behind them.
"I told you not to touch that device, you know," she remarked, a moment later, speeding up her pace a little to match Balthier's. She resisted the urge to exclaim Humes in the way that always annoyed Balthier.
"I appreciate that," he said, very evenly.
"At least it's a slow creature," she said, chancing another glance over her shoulder.
"I believe it's just warming up," Balthier said, wryly, as the heavy steps behind them came nearer and louder. "I suggest we find our own second wind and hurry out of here."
"Humes," she muttered, unable to resist. She ignored Balthier's reproachful look.