The Hand You've Been Dealt

He couldn't help but feel breathless in this proximity to Azzurra, with the way he was feeling. He nearly gasped for air when she brushed her muzzle against his, but he wasn't easily falling into the temptation he was experiencing. He didn't really know how other families were either, of course he knew more than Azzurra though. And what was happening inside of him was just some sort of judgement he was born with. Being here like this with his sister, wanting to indulge in her, it didn't feel right to him.

But there was also something telling him that if he didn't, that wasn't right either. He loved his sister, more than anyone else. And even his actions told him how badly he wanted to push forward into the unknown, because he had never done anything like this with anyone. He took a deep breath as she spoke his name, his eyes were closed while he was still stuck in the devastation that their father left them in. And anymore breaks between them felt like time ran fast until she moved forward and gave him what he wanted.

He hadn't responded at first, staying still a few seconds without showing any signs of good or bad. Maybe it was just because he had never kissed someone before. If he thought about it, there was no one he would have wanted to share his first kiss with. And instead, Azzie took that place in his mind. And she made him feel like it was meant to be this way. Balthier suffocated the bad feelings of deception as he moved forward himself, his own inexperience showing while he just laid his lips onto hers, not know where to go after. She had taken the first step and there was no doubt in his mind that she wouldn't accept him returning the affection.

"Balthier"