002 : [video/action] : PERFUME PLOT

[armorumvigiles]

[When the feed turns on, it shows Basch with fragments of glass in his hand, the remnants of something that used to be a perfume bottle.]

This was delivered to me erroneously, this morning. Upon inspection, it seemed to be a bottle of perfume, however--

[He cants his head, furrowing his brows a little.]

The thing was delicate. My apologies to any

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[armorumvigiles]

[Only the faint outline of what might have been Balthier's name is spoken before it's drowned out by the laugh and the lips, and Basch decides to drop the little rational voice in the back of his head that asks where his humility and objective thinking has gone.

Like Vaan, It's not important.

And Basch may or may not be wrinkling that nice shirt and vest combo by pushing Balthier up a little bit more up against the wall, one hand straying to his waist, the other still against his chin.

Never mind that Balthier is taller, okay?]

[Action!]

[armorumvigiles]

[And any moment now, back in Ivalice, an oblivious blond-haired teenager would be bursting into their inn at Bhujerba with an arm full of food... but it's not Ivalice and it's not Bhujerba, and there's no blond-haired kid, and Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg of Dalmasca is, indeed, indulging himself in the affections of one dashing sky pirate.

Tomorrow, hell will freeze over and the Thor will be a normal place and pigs will fly.

But for now, Basch is making a similar noise and then breaking the kiss to trail his lips over Balthier's jawline, because no matter what he says about being an honorable and upstanding soldier, it's not like he doesn't know what physical contact is.]

[Action!]

[armorumvigiles]

Balthier--

[And that finally gets Basch to say something, firstly because of the way that feels, and secondly because that is a very visible spot, how is he going to explain having a mark there, Balthier. Basch doesn't pull away, though, despite the half-protest (half? quarter? inch?), and runs one strong hand through the younger's man's hair, the other hand on the waist moving down to the hips.]

[Action!]

[armorumvigiles]

[It's not like he can deny that this is happening and he might possibly never live this down, especially not considering that he is taking an active role in attempting to push one hand up Balthier's shirt.

Basch is not a biter, but he's retaliating by wrinkling that nice top pretty badly in his attempt to get some hand-on-skin action. He'll pay the cleaning bills later.]

[Action!] - IT'S OKAY all the slowness is fine with me B)

[armorumvigiles]

[If only he could play the 'you are smaller than me and I could lift you up' card. But as it is, there's really no room for caring, since the route of being a responsible adult about this situation has long been discarded in favor of desperate makeouts against the wall.

Basch pulls away first, to get more air, and then breathes Balthier's name heavily over his companion's lips. Almost comically, he just sounds so content about it.]