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Characters: Fran, Balthier
Progress: On going
Summary: The pirate pair need to talk…
Location: The Strahl
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Balthier gets his own warning. So… Balthier. And possible wibbles.
Fran’s heart was heavy, her mind filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. She was sat out on the Strahl’s wing. It was her place of solitude. Balthier used the engine room to be alone, and she, the wing. Always the right wing, never the left.
She knew what she must do; but knowing that she must do it for the best doesn’t make it any easier. Despite leaving behind the path of the Viera more than fifty years ago, there are still certain instincts that remain. Sure, she can drink with the Humes, talk with the Humes, sleep with the Humes, but she cannot push away her Vieran instincts. The most current one being to find a mate. She cannot hear the Wood’s call, but she can feel something deep inside her heart urging her to take a mate.
And this is where her trouble lied. She loved Balthier. She loved him more than anything in the world… um… worlds. She would do anything he asked of her. He was her soul mate, in her eyes. Yet, they were from two very different worlds, and they wanted two very different things. And as such, she had to set him free.
Their relationship had always been hard to put down in words. If anyone asked them what their relationship was, they’d always said ‘partners’. They worked seamlessly around each other. In battle, in flight, in piracy, in bed, whatever the situation they worked almost as one. The transition from friends to lovers was natural enough, but it was since then that things had changed. Everything was much more tense than before and Fran had developed an insane jealous streak. A jealousy she had never felt before and it threatened to destroy everything they had built up over the past six years.
She has to do it. There is no other option. After all, it is easy to find a new lover; it isn’t so easy to replace a best friend.
Progress: On going
Summary: The pirate pair need to talk…
Location: The Strahl
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Balthier gets his own warning. So… Balthier. And possible wibbles.
Fran’s heart was heavy, her mind filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. She was sat out on the Strahl’s wing. It was her place of solitude. Balthier used the engine room to be alone, and she, the wing. Always the right wing, never the left.
She knew what she must do; but knowing that she must do it for the best doesn’t make it any easier. Despite leaving behind the path of the Viera more than fifty years ago, there are still certain instincts that remain. Sure, she can drink with the Humes, talk with the Humes, sleep with the Humes, but she cannot push away her Vieran instincts. The most current one being to find a mate. She cannot hear the Wood’s call, but she can feel something deep inside her heart urging her to take a mate.
And this is where her trouble lied. She loved Balthier. She loved him more than anything in the world… um… worlds. She would do anything he asked of her. He was her soul mate, in her eyes. Yet, they were from two very different worlds, and they wanted two very different things. And as such, she had to set him free.
Their relationship had always been hard to put down in words. If anyone asked them what their relationship was, they’d always said ‘partners’. They worked seamlessly around each other. In battle, in flight, in piracy, in bed, whatever the situation they worked almost as one. The transition from friends to lovers was natural enough, but it was since then that things had changed. Everything was much more tense than before and Fran had developed an insane jealous streak. A jealousy she had never felt before and it threatened to destroy everything they had built up over the past six years.
She has to do it. There is no other option. After all, it is easy to find a new lover; it isn’t so easy to replace a best friend.