Face Down In The Pillow

Poem didn’t really know how much of what was being said or happening was real in Balthier’s mind. He looked up to her with clear eyes as he spoke next, despite the illness this was the boy she’d watched grow up. ”You mean a lot to me, Balthier.” She returned softly as he steeled himself and went on. Bluntly he would confess what he and his sister had done. Slate ears fell to her skull. Personally, the thought of being with Noir or one of her younger brothers was abhorrent. However, she had seen her parents, who were too closely related, be so absolutely in love that she would cast no judgement. She was quiet for a moment as it sunk in and Balthier went on to mention why he thought he could tell her. Because he thought of her as a mom.

Tears stung her eyes but Poem smiled softly at the young man. ”Do you really love her?” She questioned with a small tilt of her head. ”You know.. My mom wasn’t Samara.” Poem went on, ”Her name was Shaye, she ruled Abaven and brought us to prosperity, but she and my dad were cousins so… I don’t know, I guess, I kind of know where you’re coming from.” Poem tried to explain, though she had felt an admonishing gaze for who her parents were. "It's not a proud fact, even if it was wrong I saw how much they loved each other and how hard that was for them."