Not What You’d Think

Balthier shuddered to her touch in a raspy breath and as much as he wanted to swing back to throw her paw off of him, he didn’t. He was a mess before he landed back on the beaches of Fenmyre, but somehow he was even worse as Azzurra tapped his shoulder.

As if his body was made of bricks he rolled slightly over on his back, gulping hard but the drink made him not able to hold back that raw emotion, much more amplified in the condition he was in. He nearly struggled to take a breath as rivers of tears fell from his eyes and he tried to look at her in the dark room from over his shoulder. In no right mind would even she find him in this kind of state. Balthier was good at holding back his emotions as Azzurra had known all too well. Or at least the ones that took away his sense of manliness.

"How could you do this to me?" He spoke in a quiet cry, his words slurring together but enough to understand. "I’ve always loved you Azzurra. I would have never-" It was like saying anything else was too much to bare. He had always been rather naive and neglectful to the struggles that had happened between them. He had thought as he had many of times before that everything was fine after every bad step. He still couldn’t understand that maybe he was kidding himself. Even in a sober mind, he would never understand why Azzurra had sought out sleeping with someone else. He fully blamed her for the deed too, as much as he wanted to believe she had no choice in it. He was so broken, but more unwilling to understand why she had done what she had.

"Azzurra & Balthier"