Like Father, Like Son
Characters: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa and Balthier
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Balthier needs to talk to his father
Location: Wutai
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Bunansas. That's a warning in itself.
Balthier had to make a point of sneaking off, now. While Fran was aware of his relationship with his father, none of his other friends were and Balthier chose especially not to tell Vaan. The boy honestly wouldn't understand. Or... at least Balthier didn't think he would. Cid was insufferable. He was a brutal, aggravating old man that sent Balthier screaming up the proverbial wall at times, but he was the only family he had left and Balthier could see the sanity ebbing its way back in.
Of course, he had some damn harsh words for him, concerning the capture of Red XIII, but Balthier was specifically hoping to just see the man in person without having to deal with weaponry.
Clothed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tight leather pants and his boots and gloves, Balthier made his way towards his father's place of residence, sighing as he texted the old man. He wouldn't just go in. Vayne could be there, after all, and while the older Solidor had little idea that Balthier had played him for his information and passed said knowledge off to Larsa and Ondore, Vayne and Balthier didn't exactly see eye-to-eye.
Perhaps it was because Balthier saw Vayne as the man who'd replaced his position of prodigal son. While he wasn't particularly fond of the title, he was still angered that his so called 'precious son' title had been given away so easily.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Balthier needs to talk to his father
Location: Wutai
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Bunansas. That's a warning in itself.
Balthier had to make a point of sneaking off, now. While Fran was aware of his relationship with his father, none of his other friends were and Balthier chose especially not to tell Vaan. The boy honestly wouldn't understand. Or... at least Balthier didn't think he would. Cid was insufferable. He was a brutal, aggravating old man that sent Balthier screaming up the proverbial wall at times, but he was the only family he had left and Balthier could see the sanity ebbing its way back in.
Of course, he had some damn harsh words for him, concerning the capture of Red XIII, but Balthier was specifically hoping to just see the man in person without having to deal with weaponry.
Clothed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tight leather pants and his boots and gloves, Balthier made his way towards his father's place of residence, sighing as he texted the old man. He wouldn't just go in. Vayne could be there, after all, and while the older Solidor had little idea that Balthier had played him for his information and passed said knowledge off to Larsa and Ondore, Vayne and Balthier didn't exactly see eye-to-eye.
Perhaps it was because Balthier saw Vayne as the man who'd replaced his position of prodigal son. While he wasn't particularly fond of the title, he was still angered that his so called 'precious son' title had been given away so easily.