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FFXII: Tryst
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Balthier/Ashe
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: One last drink, but perhaps not the last time altogether. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irish_ais.
"You probably shouldn't be here," Balthier said, by way of greeting. Ashe raised an eyebrow, slipping into a seat opposite him.
"I am queen now, am I not?"
"That would be precisely my point," Balthier said, but he was smiling and he ordered her a drink before she even pointed out that it would be the chivalrous thing to do faced with that particular situation. "I didn't think you would see fit to accept my invitation."
"One last drink, at the Sandsea," Ashe said, quoting the note he'd had sent to her. She accepted the drink, taking a tiny taste and nodding slightly. "The drinks have got better here, I think."
"Your peaceful reign brings prosperity," Balthier said, without mockery. Then he grinned. "A prosperous land is an ideal place for a pirate like myself to run amok. I wished to thank you."
"Why one last drink?"
He shrugged. "You are a queen now, are you not?"
Ashe gave him a flat look. "And you are my friend, pirate or not."
"Friend, is it? I had thought -- "
"Friend," she said, firmly, before he could say anything more. Her cheeks might have been a little pink, but perhaps that was just the lighting in the Sandsea, or perhaps the heat. It was, Balthier observed, damnably hot, even for Rabanastre in this season. "At least, if you insist on putting this barrier between us."
"You put a barrier between us, not I."
Ashe opened her mouth to protest, and then closed it again. After a moment, she nodded. "Perhaps I did. So -- one last drink, and then perhaps one last room in an inn, one last... tryst?"
Balthier smiled, raising his glass to her. "To our tryst, then."
When she stood to leave the table, after finishing her drink, Balthier stood close, and whispered something in her ear that made her cheeks flush pink -- undeniably, this time.
"Perhaps," he said, softly, "this might not be a last tryst. Although I should hope it will be the last in a room at an inn -- I find myself longing for the decadence of silk sheets and the comforts of the richest rooms in Rabanastre."
Pairing: Balthier/Ashe
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: One last drink, but perhaps not the last time altogether. For
irish_ais."You probably shouldn't be here," Balthier said, by way of greeting. Ashe raised an eyebrow, slipping into a seat opposite him.
"I am queen now, am I not?"
"That would be precisely my point," Balthier said, but he was smiling and he ordered her a drink before she even pointed out that it would be the chivalrous thing to do faced with that particular situation. "I didn't think you would see fit to accept my invitation."
"One last drink, at the Sandsea," Ashe said, quoting the note he'd had sent to her. She accepted the drink, taking a tiny taste and nodding slightly. "The drinks have got better here, I think."
"Your peaceful reign brings prosperity," Balthier said, without mockery. Then he grinned. "A prosperous land is an ideal place for a pirate like myself to run amok. I wished to thank you."
"Why one last drink?"
He shrugged. "You are a queen now, are you not?"
Ashe gave him a flat look. "And you are my friend, pirate or not."
"Friend, is it? I had thought -- "
"Friend," she said, firmly, before he could say anything more. Her cheeks might have been a little pink, but perhaps that was just the lighting in the Sandsea, or perhaps the heat. It was, Balthier observed, damnably hot, even for Rabanastre in this season. "At least, if you insist on putting this barrier between us."
"You put a barrier between us, not I."
Ashe opened her mouth to protest, and then closed it again. After a moment, she nodded. "Perhaps I did. So -- one last drink, and then perhaps one last room in an inn, one last... tryst?"
Balthier smiled, raising his glass to her. "To our tryst, then."
When she stood to leave the table, after finishing her drink, Balthier stood close, and whispered something in her ear that made her cheeks flush pink -- undeniably, this time.
"Perhaps," he said, softly, "this might not be a last tryst. Although I should hope it will be the last in a room at an inn -- I find myself longing for the decadence of silk sheets and the comforts of the richest rooms in Rabanastre."