Can I respond in poetry? No? How sad.
Characters: Balthier and Fran
Progress: Complete
Summary: Balthier and Fran have a nice little chat.
Location: The Strahl
Date: June 1804
Warnings: Suggestive talk and Fran being mean. As usual.
Fran made her way to the engine room, the thud of heeled shoes resonating off of the floor. She set her skyphone down on the workbench and headed over to Balthier, draping her arms over his shoulders, fiddling with a bolt while leaning over him. "Early twenties and already a great, great, maybe greater grandfather, hm?"
As Fran's arms draped around him, Balthier made a soft sound, almost dropping the tool in his hand. He hadn't heard her over the roar of the engine around him. A light smile came, his free hand running over her arm as she reached to fiddle with a bolt just in front of him, but as her words came, Balthier sighed irritably. He'd wondered how long it would take for her to start this.
"I am not a great, great grandfather yet, Fran. If I have my way, I won't be, either." He was planning to make sure he never impregnated anyone who could produce Mustadio's father at any point. Then he wouldn't have to suffer this, but he couldn't help wondering who the Hume girl was that he supposedly 'married'.
"The future is already written, is it not? You have seen the proof with your own eyes. To change it would erase the boy Mustadio from existence, would it not?" Her words reminded her about the conversation she had with Mjrn regarding the future of the Viera. Was the future truly set in stone? It was an unnerving thought to say the least.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of her own. "It must be strange for one such as you. One so intent on freedom to know such chains bind your future." The chains, of course, being the dreaded 'm' word.
"Oh, Fran. Do not tell me you suddenly believe in the fates and wish them to bind us. You are beginning to sound like Basch and the Princess. Fate this, destiny that." He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the same instant. He wasn't going to lie down and be told what his life would be.
Setting down his tools and wiping the grease from his hands with a cloth, Balthier turned where he was sat to look at his partner more, brushing a hand over her cheek. "Are you still concerned over the Viera of Mustadio's time, or lack there of?"
"The Gods have never smiled upon us. Mayhap forcing fate and destiny upon us is our punishment." She didn't want to believe in such things but it was hard when the evidence suggested what it did.
Fran rested her hand over Balthier's, her gaze lowering. "My heart wishes to believe the Viera merely remained in sheltered seclusion. Yet my head... it tells me this is not so."
"We have never been the type to accept punishments either, Fran." Balthier smiled slightly, shaking his head. "It is like that the Viera did indeed remain in seclusion. The Ivalice I was within... it was not the one we know. Do not trouble yourself."
Balthier sighed quietly, reaching for the panel to cover the section of the engine he'd been working on, slotting it back into place. "As much as you have been told you will outlive the Humes, there is every chance you could die tomorrow in one of our escapades. Mjrn, too, is adventurous. Is it not better to concern yourself with only yourself and not a race of people you once belonged to?"
"Yes, you are right." 'As always,' she added silently. "The future, it can wait. Today is all that matters. It is unhealthy for sky pirates to worry for tomorrow, yes? Less we never take risks for fear of what may be."
Her smile returned and she ran long fingers over the panel Balthier had just replaced, listening to the purr of the engine for a long moment before speaking again. "He seems sweet. The boy, I mean."
"Exactly. What kind of pirates would we be were we to never take risks?" He smiled at the very thought of them planning everything out according to the risks. Often, they would play to see if they could risk as much as possible, if only for the thrill of the chase.
Her next words brought a frown and Balthier groaned slightly. "He is an imbecile. Certainly he is mechanically intelligent and he has a certain sweetness to him, but stand the boy in front of a woman he has interest in and he melts into a puddle." He rolled his eyes, pulling himself from the floor and offering his hands to his partner.
"If it were I, we know full well I would have said woman in my arms in an instant." He rarely wasted time when he wanted something.
Fran gave a soft laugh, the kind of laugh that was reserved for when it was just the two of them. That seemed to be somewhat of a rarity these days. "Hardly pirates at all."
She took hold of his hands and pulled herself to her feet with a graceful ease, keeping hold of his hands even once she was up. "There is nothing wrong with a shy boy. Some women find it endearing." She shot Balthier a devilish smirk. "Besides, you too, were once clumsy and shy and hardly suave and charming at all." Only, not all that clumsy and shy, really, she just enjoyed teasing.
Balthier quirked a brow at his partner, drawing her hands close to rest them on his shoulders. "I was never clumsy nor shy. I do not believe I have ever been shy of anything." He had been the sort of child to strip off and run naked if the mood struck him.
Settling his hands at her hips, Balthier smirked at her. "Perhaps I must show you exactly how suave and charming I can be." Of course he knew that when they first met, it hadn't been the most charming moment of his life and, in fact, he'd been rather sexist and quite racist to her, but he soon discovered the wonders of trusting those outside of the Hume race.
Fran once more laughed. "Oh? Perhaps you should. I seem to have forgotten how suave the Sky Pirate, Balthier is. I believe a reminder is in order."
She curled her arms around his neck, watching him with a steady, level gaze. "There is one thing you are shy of, Hume, or scared. I am unsure which." She trailed a single claw lightly over the back of his neck.
Balthier laughed lightly, reaching a hand around to toy with the tip of her tail, though it was mostly just to irritate her more than anything. She was easily irritable, or at least he knew what buttons to push and how much he could abuse said buttons.
"I am neither shy nor scared." He wasn't afraid of pain, or being imprisoned, or even death. He didn't think he was afraid of anything. With a smirk, he leaned in to nip at her neck. "If you would enlighten me?"
A shudder ran down Fran's spine as wicked fingers abused her tail. It was so damn sensitive and Balthier knew it. Luckily, most others didn't know and she liked to keep it that way. She couldn't help but squirm a little, soon shooting Balthier a warning glare.
She gave his earring a slight flick as he nipped her neck. "You are scared of commitment," she cooed, once more teasing her pirate partner.
"I am committed to you, am I not? I made a promise to be your partner, and my trust in you outweighs everything." He smirked a little, taking hold of her hand and guiding her from the engine room, out towards his room. He rarely let anyone within the room, only Fran when he needed her in there.
Closing his bedroom door, Balthier leaned back against it, smiling at his partner with an obvious desire in his gaze. "Fran, perhaps it is time you found a place between my sheets, and I between your thighs."
Progress: Complete
Summary: Balthier and Fran have a nice little chat.
Location: The Strahl
Date: June 1804
Warnings: Suggestive talk and Fran being mean. As usual.
Fran made her way to the engine room, the thud of heeled shoes resonating off of the floor. She set her skyphone down on the workbench and headed over to Balthier, draping her arms over his shoulders, fiddling with a bolt while leaning over him. "Early twenties and already a great, great, maybe greater grandfather, hm?"
As Fran's arms draped around him, Balthier made a soft sound, almost dropping the tool in his hand. He hadn't heard her over the roar of the engine around him. A light smile came, his free hand running over her arm as she reached to fiddle with a bolt just in front of him, but as her words came, Balthier sighed irritably. He'd wondered how long it would take for her to start this.
"I am not a great, great grandfather yet, Fran. If I have my way, I won't be, either." He was planning to make sure he never impregnated anyone who could produce Mustadio's father at any point. Then he wouldn't have to suffer this, but he couldn't help wondering who the Hume girl was that he supposedly 'married'.
"The future is already written, is it not? You have seen the proof with your own eyes. To change it would erase the boy Mustadio from existence, would it not?" Her words reminded her about the conversation she had with Mjrn regarding the future of the Viera. Was the future truly set in stone? It was an unnerving thought to say the least.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of her own. "It must be strange for one such as you. One so intent on freedom to know such chains bind your future." The chains, of course, being the dreaded 'm' word.
"Oh, Fran. Do not tell me you suddenly believe in the fates and wish them to bind us. You are beginning to sound like Basch and the Princess. Fate this, destiny that." He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the same instant. He wasn't going to lie down and be told what his life would be.
Setting down his tools and wiping the grease from his hands with a cloth, Balthier turned where he was sat to look at his partner more, brushing a hand over her cheek. "Are you still concerned over the Viera of Mustadio's time, or lack there of?"
"The Gods have never smiled upon us. Mayhap forcing fate and destiny upon us is our punishment." She didn't want to believe in such things but it was hard when the evidence suggested what it did.
Fran rested her hand over Balthier's, her gaze lowering. "My heart wishes to believe the Viera merely remained in sheltered seclusion. Yet my head... it tells me this is not so."
"We have never been the type to accept punishments either, Fran." Balthier smiled slightly, shaking his head. "It is like that the Viera did indeed remain in seclusion. The Ivalice I was within... it was not the one we know. Do not trouble yourself."
Balthier sighed quietly, reaching for the panel to cover the section of the engine he'd been working on, slotting it back into place. "As much as you have been told you will outlive the Humes, there is every chance you could die tomorrow in one of our escapades. Mjrn, too, is adventurous. Is it not better to concern yourself with only yourself and not a race of people you once belonged to?"
"Yes, you are right." 'As always,' she added silently. "The future, it can wait. Today is all that matters. It is unhealthy for sky pirates to worry for tomorrow, yes? Less we never take risks for fear of what may be."
Her smile returned and she ran long fingers over the panel Balthier had just replaced, listening to the purr of the engine for a long moment before speaking again. "He seems sweet. The boy, I mean."
"Exactly. What kind of pirates would we be were we to never take risks?" He smiled at the very thought of them planning everything out according to the risks. Often, they would play to see if they could risk as much as possible, if only for the thrill of the chase.
Her next words brought a frown and Balthier groaned slightly. "He is an imbecile. Certainly he is mechanically intelligent and he has a certain sweetness to him, but stand the boy in front of a woman he has interest in and he melts into a puddle." He rolled his eyes, pulling himself from the floor and offering his hands to his partner.
"If it were I, we know full well I would have said woman in my arms in an instant." He rarely wasted time when he wanted something.
Fran gave a soft laugh, the kind of laugh that was reserved for when it was just the two of them. That seemed to be somewhat of a rarity these days. "Hardly pirates at all."
She took hold of his hands and pulled herself to her feet with a graceful ease, keeping hold of his hands even once she was up. "There is nothing wrong with a shy boy. Some women find it endearing." She shot Balthier a devilish smirk. "Besides, you too, were once clumsy and shy and hardly suave and charming at all." Only, not all that clumsy and shy, really, she just enjoyed teasing.
Balthier quirked a brow at his partner, drawing her hands close to rest them on his shoulders. "I was never clumsy nor shy. I do not believe I have ever been shy of anything." He had been the sort of child to strip off and run naked if the mood struck him.
Settling his hands at her hips, Balthier smirked at her. "Perhaps I must show you exactly how suave and charming I can be." Of course he knew that when they first met, it hadn't been the most charming moment of his life and, in fact, he'd been rather sexist and quite racist to her, but he soon discovered the wonders of trusting those outside of the Hume race.
Fran once more laughed. "Oh? Perhaps you should. I seem to have forgotten how suave the Sky Pirate, Balthier is. I believe a reminder is in order."
She curled her arms around his neck, watching him with a steady, level gaze. "There is one thing you are shy of, Hume, or scared. I am unsure which." She trailed a single claw lightly over the back of his neck.
Balthier laughed lightly, reaching a hand around to toy with the tip of her tail, though it was mostly just to irritate her more than anything. She was easily irritable, or at least he knew what buttons to push and how much he could abuse said buttons.
"I am neither shy nor scared." He wasn't afraid of pain, or being imprisoned, or even death. He didn't think he was afraid of anything. With a smirk, he leaned in to nip at her neck. "If you would enlighten me?"
A shudder ran down Fran's spine as wicked fingers abused her tail. It was so damn sensitive and Balthier knew it. Luckily, most others didn't know and she liked to keep it that way. She couldn't help but squirm a little, soon shooting Balthier a warning glare.
She gave his earring a slight flick as he nipped her neck. "You are scared of commitment," she cooed, once more teasing her pirate partner.
"I am committed to you, am I not? I made a promise to be your partner, and my trust in you outweighs everything." He smirked a little, taking hold of her hand and guiding her from the engine room, out towards his room. He rarely let anyone within the room, only Fran when he needed her in there.
Closing his bedroom door, Balthier leaned back against it, smiling at his partner with an obvious desire in his gaze. "Fran, perhaps it is time you found a place between my sheets, and I between your thighs."