Face Down In The Pillow

Balthier's gaze felt like it shined over as he transitioned from one world to another, his eyes hesitantly finding Poem in front of him. He had a moment of confusion, but he hadn't forgotten what he had already said to her.

He pulled into himself slightly, had he already said too much? His eyes closed as he sighed quietly, like working up the courage was more difficult than he would have thought. "You mean a lot to me, Poem." It probably wasn't much of a shocker, or at least to him. It wasn't the confession he was holding back and that may have been obvious by how easily it came off his tongue. The next words were harder to get out, "Me and Azzie had sex." his teeth grit slightly to the thought, though the thought that he had enjoyed the time with his sister. Their kisses prior, and even before then, their cuddles. It was certainly a slow burning love and passion, they hadn't jumped into anything. But maybe the abandonment and the trauma is what led them to how they were today.

He really didn't know for sure that what they were doing was incest and wrong, but just seeing those around him made him feel like it wasn't right. Poem and Sparhawk were not siblings, Rhyme and Samara weren't. There was no one in his life that he saw have the same relationship and love that he had with Azzurra; even Solo and Psalm, and even he and Psalm. "I only feel like I can tell you this because you are like a mother to me."

"Balthier"