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Characters: Fran, Balthier
Progress: Complete
Summary: Fran pays the prisoner a visit
Location: Jail
Date: March 1804, before Cid goes into hiding
Warnings: None
Fran had been stripped of her weapons before being allowed to visit Balthier. So far she had kept her distance and kept quiet about the whole thing. If she had wanted to, she could've easily killed the guards that arrested Balthier at the party, but in doing so she would've only branded herself a murderer and made Balthier look guilty.
She stepped up to the bars of Balthier's cell, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding onto a bag of clean clothes - a bag that had been searched through for files or some such. "Not been driven to insanity yet?"
Seated on the cot, Balthier was leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent up. He was bored out of his mind. The questioning he endured initially had been slapdash at best and Balthier had simply smirked his way through it, lied and they'd stated they would 'question him again'. They hadn't stated when and he was absolutely sick of having nothing to do at all. Balthier just wasn't the type of man to sit silent.
At the sound of Fran's voice, Balthier actually smiled a genuine smile and pushed himself off the wall, crossing the cell to lean against the bars. "Close, but who's to say I wasn't already insane?"
"Mm. Some could mistake your mind for a place of madness. Yet, it makes for an interesting ride." She put the bag through the bars. "Here, a change of wardrobe. Of course, as she placed the bag through the bars, she also slipped a skyphone through as well.
"Do they have any evidence or are they still running on naught but hearsay?"
Pocketing the phone discreetly, Balthier tossed the bag onto the makeshift bed and sighed. "Hearsay, assumptions and absolutely no shred of evidence." He gave her the smallest of smirks that stated 'I never leave evidence' and Balthier sighed once again moments later. "Have you murdered my father yet, Fran?"
Having Cid and Fran on the same airship was likely a bad idea but he had invited the old man aboard and then gotten himself arrested...
"Cid and I may not see eye to eye on many things, and he may see me as little more than a feral animal, yet he is your father. I would not take that from you."
She curled a hand around one of the bars, cold metal on warm palm. "It is strange to see you behind bars without breaking you out."
He chuckled and hooked his arms through the bars, resting them on the crossbar along the middle. "It is strange to simply sit by and play nice." He wasn't used to actually abiding by the laws but if he made a fuss now he'd be stuck making himself look more criminal.
"How are things on the outside world, hm~? I've little information outside of my own situation..."
"Mm. Yet if I were to pick the lock, you would do naught but further feed their desire to pin the blame on you." Although the thought of being wayward criminals on the run was exciting, awakening the pirate within Fran far more than anything as of late had.
"I have stayed away from most of the world's happenings. There has been much going on, yet I am sure you shall see for yourself soon enough."
Balthier rolled his eyes slightly. "If I so much as refuse to tell them my real name they read me the riot act, Fran. I am afraid that anything they can pin on me they shall." Of course, he still hadn't given them his real name. Balthier was the name he went by; Balthier was the name they'd use.
He could've murdered Cid for using his birth name and causing him this sort of trouble on top of being arrested.
"Well perhaps if you behaved yourself, you wouldn't find yourself in such hot waters," Fran murmured, a hint of a smirk on her lips. She found it easy to find humour in the situation as long as Balthier only remained in jail. If even the slightest hint of execution came into play, then things would change completely.
"Oh, Fran, don't tell me you think I actually did it. I am many things but I am not a murderer," he murmured, his smirk positively catty. He was making light of a piss-poor situation and all things considered it wasn't as bad as it could be. At least there hadn't been talk of any punishments yet. "Well, have you missed me these past few days?"
Balthier reached his hand up to grasp hers on the bar loosely, a small smile on his lips. Even with how things were, he wanted to be missed. It meant things were still there between them.
"Of course you did not do it. How could you while you were with me aboard the Strahl, hm? Yet, you do have a skill at finding trouble, or mayhap the trouble finds you?"
Fran returned the smile, her fingers twitching slightly. "Missed you? Perhaps a little."
"Precisely, but there are those that will always blame the easiest person to place blame upon." He sighed a little, resting his head against the bars as he traced his fingertips over the back of her hand.
"Well... you do own guns, and you have never been particularly silent about your dislike for Vayne. Yet I am sure there is little without proof. And such proof cannot exist since you are innocent."
Fran rested her forehead against the bars, watching Balthier for a long moment. "Truly, how are you coping in here?"
"Several guns, and I openly disliked the man indeed, but they have no proof, and thus I will find myself free of this place once they've finished attempting to pin this on me." He rolled his eyes a little but when her head rested on the bars he squeezed her hand a little more.
How was he coping? He was bored and lonely. "I find myself tired of the boredom, but otherwise I am fine." He reached his hand to brush against her cheek briefly, though it was returned to grasping the bar a moment later.
"And once you are free and your name is cleared the Strahl shall be waiting for you. The captain's seat is without a captain and there is only one man who can fit the role."
Another smile graced her lips. "Besides, I have yet to give your gift."
Balthier rolled his eyes. "Just make sure Cid doesn't make any modifications. It'll take me weeks to put things right if he does..." He sighed and shook his head but the mention of a gift made him laugh lightly.
"A kiss will suffice for now, and when I am free I will accept your gift." He smiled a little less at the word 'free'. He felt like a caged bird right then.
"Do not worry. I shall be the only one doing any work on her, and only if she requires it." She reached her hand through the bars to ruffle Balthier's hair lightly, knowing she was one of the few who could get away with it.
"A kiss, hm? Well, I suppose I can manage that." She curled her hand around the back of his head, drawing him closer to the bars to place a soft, chaste kiss against his lips.
Frowning as she ruffled his hair, Balthier merely dragged his fingers through it to neaten it. He had nothing to style it with in here, thus it looked a lot messier and made him look more his age.
As she leaned in for the kiss, Balthier rested a hand on her arm, smiling against her lips and making the kiss just a tad firmer before pulling away. "You have missed me. I can tell."
Fran gave Balthier's bottom lip a light nip in playful warning, yet the smile at followed showed she wasn't truly annoyed at his words. "Oh? And what makes you so sure of that?" She ran her claws through his hair after he had neatened it, but this time not mussing it up. It was strange to see him so... natural. Even if she was one of the few to see his morning bed-head.
"Because we have yet to be apart for more than a day at most in all our years together, Fran." He smiled lightly, looking at her with a rare gentleness. It was only really Fran he showed this sweetness to and while he was affectionate to most people it was her who saw everything of him.
Leaning to kiss her once more, glad that she hadn't pulled too far away, Balthier laughed lightly. "If my father makes any comments, try to ignore them and inform me once I am freed, understood? I shan't have him letting his tongue run away with him."
"This is true. Mm, perhaps I miss you. Just a little." Or a lot. Not that she would say so. Besides, he already knew without her saying it. And she wasn't going to add to his already swelled ego.
"There is nothing your father can say that I have not endured before. I knew it would be hard to make it in a Hume world, but that was my choice. I shall simply carry on as I always have."
Balthier frowned, shaking his head at her. "It matters not that you've endured things in the past. This is my father and the Strahl is our home. He has no right to speak ill of you in your own home, Fran."
If Cid did, Balthier would damn well see that he never spoke ill towards anyone. Ever.
"Very well. I shall inform you if such words occur." But she wouldn't. No matter what got said, she would not cause added trouble between Balthier and Cid.
Balthier quirked a single brow at her, reaching both hands to cup her face. "Liar," he purred, drawing her in for another kiss. It'd be at least another week before he was released, he knew that, so he needed to get as much affection as possible from her.
Fran gave a soft laugh, resting her hands on top of his as she returned the kiss. Despite everything that happened as of late and all the awkwardness that had followed, right at this moment things felt as they always had, despite the row of metal bars between them.
Perhaps it had taken this-- the metal bars, the threat of being seperated, the loss of companionship that had made them see some sense. He did love her. Being 'in love' was a stupid thing to do that he'd never do again for fear of another broken heart, but he could always love her.
Pulling back, he smirked and ran his thumb over her lower lip. "You should return to the Strahl before that crazy old fool destroys something."
Fran gave another smile, yet this one was laced with sadness. It would be so easy to pick the lock and run. But in the long run it would only cause more trouble. "Mm. I suppose I should."
She cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb below his eye. "Try not to let the boredom and the cage get to you. You shall spread your wings again soon."
Balthier laughed lightly, clasping a hand around her wrist, drawing her hand away from his face. "Off with you. I will not have my ship left in the hands of that crazed man."
Smiling confidently, Balthier took a step back out of reach, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't do emotional goodbyes, and she'd be able to visit him whenever she wanted. This was nothing, really.
"I shall return in a few days. Should my busy schedule allow." The non-existent busy schedule, of course. She gave him a smile, before turning on her heel to exit the room and get her damn weapon back from the guards.
Progress: Complete
Summary: Fran pays the prisoner a visit
Location: Jail
Date: March 1804, before Cid goes into hiding
Warnings: None
Fran had been stripped of her weapons before being allowed to visit Balthier. So far she had kept her distance and kept quiet about the whole thing. If she had wanted to, she could've easily killed the guards that arrested Balthier at the party, but in doing so she would've only branded herself a murderer and made Balthier look guilty.
She stepped up to the bars of Balthier's cell, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding onto a bag of clean clothes - a bag that had been searched through for files or some such. "Not been driven to insanity yet?"
Seated on the cot, Balthier was leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent up. He was bored out of his mind. The questioning he endured initially had been slapdash at best and Balthier had simply smirked his way through it, lied and they'd stated they would 'question him again'. They hadn't stated when and he was absolutely sick of having nothing to do at all. Balthier just wasn't the type of man to sit silent.
At the sound of Fran's voice, Balthier actually smiled a genuine smile and pushed himself off the wall, crossing the cell to lean against the bars. "Close, but who's to say I wasn't already insane?"
"Mm. Some could mistake your mind for a place of madness. Yet, it makes for an interesting ride." She put the bag through the bars. "Here, a change of wardrobe. Of course, as she placed the bag through the bars, she also slipped a skyphone through as well.
"Do they have any evidence or are they still running on naught but hearsay?"
Pocketing the phone discreetly, Balthier tossed the bag onto the makeshift bed and sighed. "Hearsay, assumptions and absolutely no shred of evidence." He gave her the smallest of smirks that stated 'I never leave evidence' and Balthier sighed once again moments later. "Have you murdered my father yet, Fran?"
Having Cid and Fran on the same airship was likely a bad idea but he had invited the old man aboard and then gotten himself arrested...
"Cid and I may not see eye to eye on many things, and he may see me as little more than a feral animal, yet he is your father. I would not take that from you."
She curled a hand around one of the bars, cold metal on warm palm. "It is strange to see you behind bars without breaking you out."
He chuckled and hooked his arms through the bars, resting them on the crossbar along the middle. "It is strange to simply sit by and play nice." He wasn't used to actually abiding by the laws but if he made a fuss now he'd be stuck making himself look more criminal.
"How are things on the outside world, hm~? I've little information outside of my own situation..."
"Mm. Yet if I were to pick the lock, you would do naught but further feed their desire to pin the blame on you." Although the thought of being wayward criminals on the run was exciting, awakening the pirate within Fran far more than anything as of late had.
"I have stayed away from most of the world's happenings. There has been much going on, yet I am sure you shall see for yourself soon enough."
Balthier rolled his eyes slightly. "If I so much as refuse to tell them my real name they read me the riot act, Fran. I am afraid that anything they can pin on me they shall." Of course, he still hadn't given them his real name. Balthier was the name he went by; Balthier was the name they'd use.
He could've murdered Cid for using his birth name and causing him this sort of trouble on top of being arrested.
"Well perhaps if you behaved yourself, you wouldn't find yourself in such hot waters," Fran murmured, a hint of a smirk on her lips. She found it easy to find humour in the situation as long as Balthier only remained in jail. If even the slightest hint of execution came into play, then things would change completely.
"Oh, Fran, don't tell me you think I actually did it. I am many things but I am not a murderer," he murmured, his smirk positively catty. He was making light of a piss-poor situation and all things considered it wasn't as bad as it could be. At least there hadn't been talk of any punishments yet. "Well, have you missed me these past few days?"
Balthier reached his hand up to grasp hers on the bar loosely, a small smile on his lips. Even with how things were, he wanted to be missed. It meant things were still there between them.
"Of course you did not do it. How could you while you were with me aboard the Strahl, hm? Yet, you do have a skill at finding trouble, or mayhap the trouble finds you?"
Fran returned the smile, her fingers twitching slightly. "Missed you? Perhaps a little."
"Precisely, but there are those that will always blame the easiest person to place blame upon." He sighed a little, resting his head against the bars as he traced his fingertips over the back of her hand.
"Well... you do own guns, and you have never been particularly silent about your dislike for Vayne. Yet I am sure there is little without proof. And such proof cannot exist since you are innocent."
Fran rested her forehead against the bars, watching Balthier for a long moment. "Truly, how are you coping in here?"
"Several guns, and I openly disliked the man indeed, but they have no proof, and thus I will find myself free of this place once they've finished attempting to pin this on me." He rolled his eyes a little but when her head rested on the bars he squeezed her hand a little more.
How was he coping? He was bored and lonely. "I find myself tired of the boredom, but otherwise I am fine." He reached his hand to brush against her cheek briefly, though it was returned to grasping the bar a moment later.
"And once you are free and your name is cleared the Strahl shall be waiting for you. The captain's seat is without a captain and there is only one man who can fit the role."
Another smile graced her lips. "Besides, I have yet to give your gift."
Balthier rolled his eyes. "Just make sure Cid doesn't make any modifications. It'll take me weeks to put things right if he does..." He sighed and shook his head but the mention of a gift made him laugh lightly.
"A kiss will suffice for now, and when I am free I will accept your gift." He smiled a little less at the word 'free'. He felt like a caged bird right then.
"Do not worry. I shall be the only one doing any work on her, and only if she requires it." She reached her hand through the bars to ruffle Balthier's hair lightly, knowing she was one of the few who could get away with it.
"A kiss, hm? Well, I suppose I can manage that." She curled her hand around the back of his head, drawing him closer to the bars to place a soft, chaste kiss against his lips.
Frowning as she ruffled his hair, Balthier merely dragged his fingers through it to neaten it. He had nothing to style it with in here, thus it looked a lot messier and made him look more his age.
As she leaned in for the kiss, Balthier rested a hand on her arm, smiling against her lips and making the kiss just a tad firmer before pulling away. "You have missed me. I can tell."
Fran gave Balthier's bottom lip a light nip in playful warning, yet the smile at followed showed she wasn't truly annoyed at his words. "Oh? And what makes you so sure of that?" She ran her claws through his hair after he had neatened it, but this time not mussing it up. It was strange to see him so... natural. Even if she was one of the few to see his morning bed-head.
"Because we have yet to be apart for more than a day at most in all our years together, Fran." He smiled lightly, looking at her with a rare gentleness. It was only really Fran he showed this sweetness to and while he was affectionate to most people it was her who saw everything of him.
Leaning to kiss her once more, glad that she hadn't pulled too far away, Balthier laughed lightly. "If my father makes any comments, try to ignore them and inform me once I am freed, understood? I shan't have him letting his tongue run away with him."
"This is true. Mm, perhaps I miss you. Just a little." Or a lot. Not that she would say so. Besides, he already knew without her saying it. And she wasn't going to add to his already swelled ego.
"There is nothing your father can say that I have not endured before. I knew it would be hard to make it in a Hume world, but that was my choice. I shall simply carry on as I always have."
Balthier frowned, shaking his head at her. "It matters not that you've endured things in the past. This is my father and the Strahl is our home. He has no right to speak ill of you in your own home, Fran."
If Cid did, Balthier would damn well see that he never spoke ill towards anyone. Ever.
"Very well. I shall inform you if such words occur." But she wouldn't. No matter what got said, she would not cause added trouble between Balthier and Cid.
Balthier quirked a single brow at her, reaching both hands to cup her face. "Liar," he purred, drawing her in for another kiss. It'd be at least another week before he was released, he knew that, so he needed to get as much affection as possible from her.
Fran gave a soft laugh, resting her hands on top of his as she returned the kiss. Despite everything that happened as of late and all the awkwardness that had followed, right at this moment things felt as they always had, despite the row of metal bars between them.
Perhaps it had taken this-- the metal bars, the threat of being seperated, the loss of companionship that had made them see some sense. He did love her. Being 'in love' was a stupid thing to do that he'd never do again for fear of another broken heart, but he could always love her.
Pulling back, he smirked and ran his thumb over her lower lip. "You should return to the Strahl before that crazy old fool destroys something."
Fran gave another smile, yet this one was laced with sadness. It would be so easy to pick the lock and run. But in the long run it would only cause more trouble. "Mm. I suppose I should."
She cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb below his eye. "Try not to let the boredom and the cage get to you. You shall spread your wings again soon."
Balthier laughed lightly, clasping a hand around her wrist, drawing her hand away from his face. "Off with you. I will not have my ship left in the hands of that crazed man."
Smiling confidently, Balthier took a step back out of reach, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't do emotional goodbyes, and she'd be able to visit him whenever she wanted. This was nothing, really.
"I shall return in a few days. Should my busy schedule allow." The non-existent busy schedule, of course. She gave him a smile, before turning on her heel to exit the room and get her damn weapon back from the guards.