To fly with the freedom of a bird but to be bound to the earth like the human I am.
Alright, seeing as it seems to be so dead around (school maybe?) I have been stuffed to post a FF XII drabble that I promised a long time ago.
Again, general warning. Characters may be out of character, I'm still chewing my way through the game (damn leveling) and haven't had much of a chance to see certain characters personalties.
There also contains a fair amount of innuendo (according to my beta) and mentions of man-loving.
If you do not like than do not click on my cut, thank you.
The winds are strong today, maybe he will teach me to fly.
Reks told me stories about sky pirates when I was young; my obsession grew when we became orphans. Ever since mom and dad had died I craved freedom, not to give a damn on where I traveled or whom I stole from. Balthier offered me that, and a shoulder to lean upon if needed. Not to mention the fine ship he owned; the ‘Strahl’. I almost skipped to the Westgate. He was there, bending over a small mug. Fran was there to, they were chatting. I snuck up, spotting the slight twitch of Fran’s mouth. Balthier obviously didn’t spot it, I continued before I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and smiled. The brunette glared; he knew what I wanted.