What Will You Do?
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,180
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy XII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: I regret to inform you that I do not own Final Fantasy 12 or any of its characters. If I did, I would not be spending my time writing this story. XD So I own nothing, I am making nothing from writing this – so please do not sue!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Is there just no good fortune for a sky pirate these days?’ thought Balthier as the airship departed. With the way that kid liked to stretch out, Balthier was sure that he was going to end up sleeping on the floor.
The man’s body desperately yearned for slumber, but he strolled around the ship, hoping that the boy would be fast asleep before he retired to their room. The last thing he needed was another conversation about Vayne this and nethicite that. Balthier presumed the boy had his own reasons for joining the party, much like himself. But it would be best to just leave it at that. There was no point in becoming chums with someone from the House of Solidor. He had already been there and done that, and from his past experiences, he knew with all certainty that friends of the House of Solidor often ended up with knives, or more often swords, in their backs.
‘This body is too fine to be wasted upon the blade of a sword,’ he mused, as he did many a time in his 22 years. The sky pirate took the last sip of sake from his cup at the clerk’s desk.
‘It’s amazing what a little gentleman’s charm can get you around here,’ the man thought smugly. It was against policy to serve sake onboard the airship, or rather, that was the case before he had turned on a little of the old sky pirate’s charm. As he eyed the smitten lady standing behind the desk, he thought it was indeed a shame that he didn’t have his own room. Crumpling his napkin, he silently cursed Larsa for ruining his chances of not only a comfortable sleep, but also his hopes of attaining female accompaniment for the evening. It was undeniable that this ‘epic’ journey was doing little for his love life.
Like any gentleman would, he rewarded the desk clerk for the drink with a light kiss on her hand and enjoyed the red blush that spread across her cheeks.
Silently gloating, he flashed her the winning Balthier smile and casually strode away – making sure, of course, that he had the lady’s eyes by casually glancing back over his shoulder and giving her the classic sky pirate wink on his way out.
When the doors closed behind him, the sky pirate let out a sigh. Letting such an opportunity go to waste left a bitter taste in his mouth. Now, to return to his room… which he was sharing with a 13-year-old. It was indeed disgraceful, but sadly not much could be done about it.
Balthier reached the room, carefully opening the door and closing it silently behind him. He peered through the darkness, and just as anticipated, the boy was stretched across the queen-sized bed. Accepting his fate, the man carefully removed his shirt, folded the cloth gently, and rested it over the arm of the chair beside the bed. He unholstered his gun, removed his boots, and took the extra blanket atop the chest at the foot of the bed and laid it on the floor.
For a moment, Balthier paused to observe the sleeping boy. There was just enough light from the window to cast a sheen on the boy’s pale skin.
‘What is this child’s story? And what exactly is his objective in following us around?’ he questioned. Larsa’s skin looked smooth. His dark hair spread across the pillow, and the observing sky pirate couldn’t help but think that the child looked more like a girl than a boy.
“Let’s just get to sleep, shall we?” Balthier muttered to himself, deliberately interrupting his own train of thought. “There really is no end to what insomnia can do to a man, is there?” He reverted his eyes away from the sleeping teenager and got into his make-shift bed on the floor. There was a chill in the air, and the floor was cool beneath him. Pulling the blanket up over himself, he settled in for what was going to be a long night.
~~~~~~~~~~~ END CHAPTER 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I regret to inform you that I do not own Final Fantasy 12 or any of its characters. If I did, I would not be spending my time writing this story. XD So I own nothing, I am making nothing from writing this – so please do not sue!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Is there just no good fortune for a sky pirate these days?’ thought Balthier as the airship departed. With the way that kid liked to stretch out, Balthier was sure that he was going to end up sleeping on the floor.
The man’s body desperately yearned for slumber, but he strolled around the ship, hoping that the boy would be fast asleep before he retired to their room. The last thing he needed was another conversation about Vayne this and nethicite that. Balthier presumed the boy had his own reasons for joining the party, much like himself. But it would be best to just leave it at that. There was no point in becoming chums with someone from the House of Solidor. He had already been there and done that, and from his past experiences, he knew with all certainty that friends of the House of Solidor often ended up with knives, or more often swords, in their backs.
‘This body is too fine to be wasted upon the blade of a sword,’ he mused, as he did many a time in his 22 years. The sky pirate took the last sip of sake from his cup at the clerk’s desk.
‘It’s amazing what a little gentleman’s charm can get you around here,’ the man thought smugly. It was against policy to serve sake onboard the airship, or rather, that was the case before he had turned on a little of the old sky pirate’s charm. As he eyed the smitten lady standing behind the desk, he thought it was indeed a shame that he didn’t have his own room. Crumpling his napkin, he silently cursed Larsa for ruining his chances of not only a comfortable sleep, but also his hopes of attaining female accompaniment for the evening. It was undeniable that this ‘epic’ journey was doing little for his love life.
Like any gentleman would, he rewarded the desk clerk for the drink with a light kiss on her hand and enjoyed the red blush that spread across her cheeks.
Silently gloating, he flashed her the winning Balthier smile and casually strode away – making sure, of course, that he had the lady’s eyes by casually glancing back over his shoulder and giving her the classic sky pirate wink on his way out.
When the doors closed behind him, the sky pirate let out a sigh. Letting such an opportunity go to waste left a bitter taste in his mouth. Now, to return to his room… which he was sharing with a 13-year-old. It was indeed disgraceful, but sadly not much could be done about it.
Balthier reached the room, carefully opening the door and closing it silently behind him. He peered through the darkness, and just as anticipated, the boy was stretched across the queen-sized bed. Accepting his fate, the man carefully removed his shirt, folded the cloth gently, and rested it over the arm of the chair beside the bed. He unholstered his gun, removed his boots, and took the extra blanket atop the chest at the foot of the bed and laid it on the floor.
For a moment, Balthier paused to observe the sleeping boy. There was just enough light from the window to cast a sheen on the boy’s pale skin.
‘What is this child’s story? And what exactly is his objective in following us around?’ he questioned. Larsa’s skin looked smooth. His dark hair spread across the pillow, and the observing sky pirate couldn’t help but think that the child looked more like a girl than a boy.
“Let’s just get to sleep, shall we?” Balthier muttered to himself, deliberately interrupting his own train of thought. “There really is no end to what insomnia can do to a man, is there?” He reverted his eyes away from the sleeping teenager and got into his make-shift bed on the floor. There was a chill in the air, and the floor was cool beneath him. Pulling the blanket up over himself, he settled in for what was going to be a long night.
~~~~~~~~~~~ END CHAPTER 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~