Don't Want to Fall - drabbles
Don’t Want to Fall
Pairing: BalthierxAshe (Final Fantasy XII)
Rating: PG
Theme: #118 Falling
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy XII is not my property and this is not for profit.
Summary: Written for a prompt off ff_fortnightly.
Not this time.
She wore the promise like a badge. When he finally decided to waltz back into her life she wouldn’t be swept off her feet, wouldn’t play the heartsick princess.
Remain indifferent.
One by one she had built walls around her heart, to block the memories. His smile. His laugh. The way his lips felt against hers. They couldn’t hurt her anymore - he couldn’t hurt her.
Be Immune.
Even as their eyes collided across the crowded bazaar, she knew it was futile - she was falling again, as fast and as hard as she always did.
Damn you Balthier.
~~~@~~~
Forget.
It helped to keep busy. One shouldn’t focus on something they were not supposed to have; sky pirates and princesses didn’t mix.
Run away.
He had run before, he could do it again; hiding memories of flashing gray eyes, heated kisses behind a cock-sure attitude of indifference.
Move on.
All it took was a chance meeting, two pairs of eyes across a crowded market, and his heart was tripping over itself, falling, tumbling downwards into the pit of his stomach - and he knew, no matter how far he ran, he would always come back to her.
Damn you Ashe.
Pairing: BalthierxAshe (Final Fantasy XII)
Rating: PG
Theme: #118 Falling
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy XII is not my property and this is not for profit.
Summary: Written for a prompt off ff_fortnightly.
Not this time.
She wore the promise like a badge. When he finally decided to waltz back into her life she wouldn’t be swept off her feet, wouldn’t play the heartsick princess.
Remain indifferent.
One by one she had built walls around her heart, to block the memories. His smile. His laugh. The way his lips felt against hers. They couldn’t hurt her anymore - he couldn’t hurt her.
Be Immune.
Even as their eyes collided across the crowded bazaar, she knew it was futile - she was falling again, as fast and as hard as she always did.
Damn you Balthier.
~~~@~~~
Forget.
It helped to keep busy. One shouldn’t focus on something they were not supposed to have; sky pirates and princesses didn’t mix.
Run away.
He had run before, he could do it again; hiding memories of flashing gray eyes, heated kisses behind a cock-sure attitude of indifference.
Move on.
All it took was a chance meeting, two pairs of eyes across a crowded market, and his heart was tripping over itself, falling, tumbling downwards into the pit of his stomach - and he knew, no matter how far he ran, he would always come back to her.
Damn you Ashe.