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FFXII: Words
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Balthier/Fran
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: A difference in outlook. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"I love you, you know," Balthier says. Fran barely registers it: it is a thing Humes say, after all, and something Viera read in a thousand different ways, from the obvious to the subtle, from the fumbling to the heart thumping quicker. She does snuggle closer to him, letting him run his fingers through her hair, detangling it. He tugs gently. "And it's not just a thing Humes say. It's important."
"Man: the most insecure creature," she mumbles into his chest. His heart is beating fast right now -- as it does when he's afraid, or when they have sex. She can't imagine it being the former -- not for Balthier -- but --
"Viera, the most insensitive?" he asks, quietly.
"You know that's not true," she says, with a hint of ice. And then, relenting: "We do not put such value on words as you do. Words are too often lies. We learn that we must read the other sounds instead -- use all our senses, not just one."
"Can your senses tell you that I would give my life for you? That I would do anything you wanted -- even if, all possible and potential deities forbid, you should want to settle down in Archades, of all places? That I would follow you to the ends of the earth?"
She doesn't know how he can sound so sincere when he says these things. She is too used to his more usual mocking overtones, she thinks, and tries to strip them bare and understand the words for what they are: sincere confessions. Every sense she has tells her he's telling the truth -- but that's all they can tell her. He cups her cheek and smirks at her.
"Not so easy, that."
"Perhaps not," she concedes. "But then it is not possible to tell that you are not lying, if you are a good liar."
Balthier just shakes his head and holds her closer. "How can your senses tell you that I wish to spend the rest of my existence right here with you, doing this?"
Fran laughs. "Now I can tell you are lying," she says, and her hand moves down over his chest and lower. "I know at least one other thing you would like to be doing."
"Fran!" he says, pretending to be shocked. He closes his eyes as he kisses her, and she keeps hers open to watch, noting that at such close range, with his eyes closed like this, he looks younger, almost innocent. She pulls back to regard him carefully, her eyes serious now.
"I love you," she says, finally.
Pairing: Balthier/Fran
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: A difference in outlook. For
the_sandsea."I love you, you know," Balthier says. Fran barely registers it: it is a thing Humes say, after all, and something Viera read in a thousand different ways, from the obvious to the subtle, from the fumbling to the heart thumping quicker. She does snuggle closer to him, letting him run his fingers through her hair, detangling it. He tugs gently. "And it's not just a thing Humes say. It's important."
"Man: the most insecure creature," she mumbles into his chest. His heart is beating fast right now -- as it does when he's afraid, or when they have sex. She can't imagine it being the former -- not for Balthier -- but --
"Viera, the most insensitive?" he asks, quietly.
"You know that's not true," she says, with a hint of ice. And then, relenting: "We do not put such value on words as you do. Words are too often lies. We learn that we must read the other sounds instead -- use all our senses, not just one."
"Can your senses tell you that I would give my life for you? That I would do anything you wanted -- even if, all possible and potential deities forbid, you should want to settle down in Archades, of all places? That I would follow you to the ends of the earth?"
She doesn't know how he can sound so sincere when he says these things. She is too used to his more usual mocking overtones, she thinks, and tries to strip them bare and understand the words for what they are: sincere confessions. Every sense she has tells her he's telling the truth -- but that's all they can tell her. He cups her cheek and smirks at her.
"Not so easy, that."
"Perhaps not," she concedes. "But then it is not possible to tell that you are not lying, if you are a good liar."
Balthier just shakes his head and holds her closer. "How can your senses tell you that I wish to spend the rest of my existence right here with you, doing this?"
Fran laughs. "Now I can tell you are lying," she says, and her hand moves down over his chest and lower. "I know at least one other thing you would like to be doing."
"Fran!" he says, pretending to be shocked. He closes his eyes as he kisses her, and she keeps hers open to watch, noting that at such close range, with his eyes closed like this, he looks younger, almost innocent. She pulls back to regard him carefully, her eyes serious now.
"I love you," she says, finally.