Like Father, Like Son

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Characters: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa and Balthier
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Balthier needs to talk to his father
Location: Wutai
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Bunansas. That's a warning in itself.


Balthier had to make a point of sneaking off, now. While Fran was aware of his relationship with his father, none of his other friends were and Balthier chose especially not to tell Vaan. The boy honestly wouldn't understand. Or... at least Balthier didn't think he would. Cid was insufferable. He was a brutal, aggravating old man that sent Balthier screaming up the proverbial wall at times, but he was the only family he had left and Balthier could see the sanity ebbing its way back in.

Of course, he had some damn harsh words for him, concerning the capture of Red XIII, but Balthier was specifically hoping to just see the man in person without having to deal with weaponry.

Clothed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tight leather pants and his boots and gloves, Balthier made his way towards his father's place of residence, sighing as he texted the old man. He wouldn't just go in. Vayne could be there, after all, and while the older Solidor had little idea that Balthier had played him for his information and passed said knowledge off to Larsa and Ondore, Vayne and Balthier didn't exactly see eye-to-eye.

Perhaps it was because Balthier saw Vayne as the man who'd replaced his position of prodigal son. While he wasn't particularly fond of the title, he was still angered that his so called 'precious son' title had been given away so easily.

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Nodding slightly at Ffamran's words, the doctor looked a tad surprised once his son asked about the brothers and mother he never knew. A sad smile appeared upon Cidolfus' face as he turned to eye his son. This little moment between them reminded him of the days of his youth, his days as a young father raising the little boy who've grown to man he sees before him now. Fond memories began to dance within his mind, easily merging in sadder ones regarding his fallen sons.

"Your mother was an angel, a perfect angel armed with a frying pan and a shrill scream that would set the heavens ablaze." Dr. Cid chuckled softly as he thought about Verna. "She wasn't like most Archadian women for she could actually hold a conversation beyond clothing and makeup. That was one of the reasons I became so fond of her, she was an intellectual like myself." A slight frown settled upon his lips for just a moment. "Although, like you...she had no love for my work as a researcher but she did support me all the way through."

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Balthier chuckled lightly at the first comment about his mother. He was always aware that he got his sass from her. His looks came from Cid, his intelligence from them both, and his feisty attitude from his mother. "She must've had a screw loose somewhere to want to tie down a man of science. Although, I'm rather glad she did." That was, in his own round about way, Balthier admitting he was glad Cid was his father. Despite everything, he did love the old man, which was likely why everything that had happened hit him so hard.

"What about my brothers? All I really remember was when everyone got sick and I was confined to my chambers for fear of me catching that plague..." He sighed, frowning as his gaze lowered. That had been so horrible. Locked away with only a nanny as company. A shrill old woman, too.