[ 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.]
[ in that case, he will put his arms behind his head to lay on. Lust away, Balthier. He sighs happily when he touches the braced knee. The vast barometric change from the caves to the jungle has not been kind to it. ]
That’s a little tempting, isn’t it? Love a good locked door.
[click click, and he places it deftly to the side. And pulls his pants off the rest of the way.
And he stares at Edward's inner calves, and gently pushes Ed's knees wider apart to look. There are the angular schematics for the Strahl's ring engine, splaying like mechanical wings up from Edward's ankles.]
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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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[ well if Balthier wants him to splay, there is often a very exciting reason. Ed obliges. ]
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Not even one. A grand door that doesn't open.
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That’s a little tempting, isn’t it? Love a good locked door.
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[Hm! He puts his hand on the brace.]
May I?
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And he stares at Edward's inner calves, and gently pushes Ed's knees wider apart to look. There are the angular schematics for the Strahl's ring engine, splaying like mechanical wings up from Edward's ankles.]
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Ah, like that one, hmm? Came from a pretty clever artist.
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You wear it well.
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Gave you one too right-
[ huh! ]
Turn around for me.
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Hhhhhm!
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Oh.
There it is.
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