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Characters: Fran, Balthier
Progress: On going
Summary: The pirate pair need to talk…
Location: The Strahl
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Balthier gets his own warning. So… Balthier. And possible wibbles.



Fran’s heart was heavy, her mind filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. She was sat out on the Strahl’s wing. It was her place of solitude. Balthier used the engine room to be alone, and she, the wing. Always the right wing, never the left.

She knew what she must do; but knowing that she must do it for the best doesn’t make it any easier. Despite leaving behind the path of the Viera more than fifty years ago, there are still certain instincts that remain. Sure, she can drink with the Humes, talk with the Humes, sleep with the Humes, but she cannot push away her Vieran instincts. The most current one being to find a mate. She cannot hear the Wood’s call, but she can feel something deep inside her heart urging her to take a mate.

And this is where her trouble lied. She loved Balthier. She loved him more than anything in the world… um… worlds. She would do anything he asked of her. He was her soul mate, in her eyes. Yet, they were from two very different worlds, and they wanted two very different things. And as such, she had to set him free.

Their relationship had always been hard to put down in words. If anyone asked them what their relationship was, they’d always said ‘partners’. They worked seamlessly around each other. In battle, in flight, in piracy, in bed, whatever the situation they worked almost as one. The transition from friends to lovers was natural enough, but it was since then that things had changed. Everything was much more tense than before and Fran had developed an insane jealous streak. A jealousy she had never felt before and it threatened to destroy everything they had built up over the past six years.

She has to do it. There is no other option. After all, it is easy to find a new lover; it isn’t so easy to replace a best friend.

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Balthier rolled his eyes at the comment about Hume sex, deciding to take the high road and not reply to her rather racist dig. Of course, he shared in her dry humour every so often but the issue of race had irked him considerably, recently, as Cid seemed hell bent on pointing out Fran's race every chance he got.

"I may allow him to decide. I've seen much of this world already; Vaan has seen so little. I suppose it's only fair he makes his choice."

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Fran gave a nod. "Mm. I am sure wherever you venture the pair of you shall find mischief and adventure waiting for you."

Fran then shifted to stand, brushing her claws through Balthier's hair as she passed him, just as she had for years. "I retire to my quarters. My door, as always, is open to you, should you need me."

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"But of course. Where would the leading man be without his rather foolish protege?" He gave a small laugh, leaning away from her hand in his hair, as usual, sliding his own fingers through his sand coloured locks to neaten them.

Quirking a brow at her, Balthier gave a sly little smirk. "I do hope this means we've the same relationship as always, Fran."

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Fran gave another nod, doing her best to ignore the twisting pain in her stomach. It was for the best after all; to save their partnership. "Of course."