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FFXII: The Leading Man
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The pivot about which everything else swings. For Calliope, the Greek muse of epic poetry. Also posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_sandsea.
Balthier likes to think of himself as the pivot about which everything else swings. The hero of the epic, if you will. The hinge for history -- but now he has to wonder how much of this is simply doing as his father always wanted. Taking history back into the hands of man. His father was always a clever one, and Balthier can't deny that; he could have planned it all, all along. He's taken to being a sky pirate like... like a duck to water, but what if that was the point all along? He tries not to do anything that his father might expect, even though he thinks he might -- maybe -- be just over-reacting. And yet, his father always knew his hiding places, when he was a child. He wouldn't be surprised if he knew now.
The trouble is, he always wanted to be the leading man. The one who just had to come through everything unscathed, somehow. That's something Cid taught him, encouraged in him. He can't just lie low. If he was to be a judge, he would have to have been a good one. If he's to be a sky pirate, he can't hold back for fear of being his father's tool for reworking history.
"What do you think, Fran?" he asks, and the Viera looks up at him, smiling a tiny smile, as if she knows just as his father would have done -- at least in the past -- what's going on in his mind.
"I think that you will find it hard to hide away, so we should not."
"I can run, but I always get bored of hiding."
"So let us run," she says, and Balthier remembers why he liked her right from the first; she can always see her way to the heart of a matter, or at least, right into his heart.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The pivot about which everything else swings. For Calliope, the Greek muse of epic poetry. Also posted to
the_sandsea.Balthier likes to think of himself as the pivot about which everything else swings. The hero of the epic, if you will. The hinge for history -- but now he has to wonder how much of this is simply doing as his father always wanted. Taking history back into the hands of man. His father was always a clever one, and Balthier can't deny that; he could have planned it all, all along. He's taken to being a sky pirate like... like a duck to water, but what if that was the point all along? He tries not to do anything that his father might expect, even though he thinks he might -- maybe -- be just over-reacting. And yet, his father always knew his hiding places, when he was a child. He wouldn't be surprised if he knew now.
The trouble is, he always wanted to be the leading man. The one who just had to come through everything unscathed, somehow. That's something Cid taught him, encouraged in him. He can't just lie low. If he was to be a judge, he would have to have been a good one. If he's to be a sky pirate, he can't hold back for fear of being his father's tool for reworking history.
"What do you think, Fran?" he asks, and the Viera looks up at him, smiling a tiny smile, as if she knows just as his father would have done -- at least in the past -- what's going on in his mind.
"I think that you will find it hard to hide away, so we should not."
"I can run, but I always get bored of hiding."
"So let us run," she says, and Balthier remembers why he liked her right from the first; she can always see her way to the heart of a matter, or at least, right into his heart.