Not On The Surface

He couldn't help this sense of... awkwardness? They had worked through problems or at least pushed them aside. But it seemed like as their lives went on, there was some sort of hidden tension between them. Not just Azzurra, but Balthier too. He could feel it. He tried to refuse acknowledging it. That was nothing new for him.

He went to move forward alongside his sister as she broke from the run for a bit of time. Their second year had festered different emotions, ones that Balthier had really never experienced before. He had shown Azzurra love, he had found comfort and relief in where their relationship had led them. But now that she was in heat, and he had truly reached his own sexually maturity, everything was different. It was like there was something locked inside him beating the walls and screaming to come out. Some sort of primal instinct for who he had shared his entire life with. It was hard to be around her.

His eyes were closed as they walked forward, calming himself from the smell of her perfume, and in an instant went to move on with conversation. Or more worry. "You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?" He was more controlling than he realized, that or obsessive. But he was always worried about her.

"Azzurra & Balthier"