[ for a moment, Balthier catches that whale-eyed, strung-out weariness again. But just as quickly it becomes heart-wrenching fondness. He holds Balthier into the kiss. ]
[He keeps kissing him, warm and intimately deep. He'd fucking never kiss a stranger like this and this man is not a stranger, he knows it viscerally, and it's got him shaken on the same frequency. He strokes his hand up Edward's side, drags it down his thigh, settles on top of him to just keep touching him.]
[Balthier tugs at his lip with his teeth, soothes with his tongue. He presses their noses against each other and breathes. His hands rest and massage on Ed's haunches.]
[ this can’t be real. It’s too good. He just smooths a hand up and down his back in long strokes, holds his head against his chest. But he can’t help the way his hands are just a little too fidgety, like he’s worried Balthier will disappear at any moment. ]
[Balthier is so unused to soothing like this; he can hardly stand how it makes him feel. He pushes up so he can look at Edward's face, look at all of him really.]
[ he tries saying something but it comes out in that babbled nonsense again. He really seems to not know when he’s doing it. Only one little bit of coherence slips through: ]
You needn't try to speak of details, it's unfair to you when I ought to know. You've escaped. We're here together now, and we have plenty to talk of at present. A warm, dry, barren little homecell for us to share and fill with new currencies.
I couldn't agree more. Something decent to drink or smoke wouldn't hurt either. I'm drying every plant in the forest one by one until one of them does something pleasant.
Oh no, our dear devourer hasn't made any appearance. All cultists and more cultists, that disappear at whim. The threat of the ribbon and soul is very real, though. And they are invested in keeping us alive when we kill each other.
[while they talk, Balthier slinks up on his haunches, looking Ed all over. He gently massages his skin and muscles while he's at it, to coax him to splay out.]
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He pushes himself up, shoves Ed's arm out of the way, touches his cheek.]
I'm here.
[he kisses him.]
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kissed and kissed and kissed. ]
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Who’s trying to unwind who here?
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You need it as much as I do. I can't resist.
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I never knew a blow could be so devastatingly romantic.
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Such a disadvantage can't stand. I need to see so much more of you.
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[ this can’t be real. It’s too good. He just smooths a hand up and down his back in long strokes, holds his head against his chest. But he can’t help the way his hands are just a little too fidgety, like he’s worried Balthier will disappear at any moment. ]
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Talk to me, Captain. We have time.
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. . . Seems nice here.
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I'm loathe to imagine where you've just escaped from if this is an upgrade.
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When the stone called me, it used your voice.
[ in his chest, his heart rate picks up ]
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hates
that.]
You needn't try to speak of details, it's unfair to you when I ought to know. You've escaped. We're here together now, and we have plenty to talk of at present. A warm, dry, barren little homecell for us to share and fill with new currencies.
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Christ alive I could go for some fucking gold in my hands right now.
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Guessing that means no luck on the smoke though.
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Have we tried making a deal with the snake?
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[while they talk, Balthier slinks up on his haunches, looking Ed all over. He gently massages his skin and muscles while he's at it, to coax him to splay out.]
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