How Fickle my Heart
Bloodletter
10-12-2022, 10:12 AM
He had to admire just her sense of fragility, innocence. It was maybe what was drawing him in more to her. But in all honesty, he wasn't quite picky. He didn't have much experience in this sense of others, in ways he was thinking that she may have never caught onto. And he'd hide those darker feelings well. He'd push them down himself a little. He knew he'd have to learn to do so.
"That depends on how far you go out. Though the silence over the water at night is very relaxing. You'd never think of anything underneath." He was trying to pull her in more to the idea, and he was sure over time he'd get her out there. That was, if there was ever a meeting after this. But he thought it was easy to think so. He believed she was being drawn to him the same way he was drawn to her.
The loud sounds of the crashing waters weren't bothersome to him as they moved behind the falls and into the sugar caverns. He had grown up in the rapids and while not quite the same as the falls it had a similar sound. They walked through a narrow path on their way to her hideout and Balthier kept his eyes directly over her rather than the path he walked. A silent compliment, a warm grin as she turned back to make sure he was making it through okay. How generous.
His eyes wandered over the sugar stalactites and the little camp she had set up for herself inside the caves. And once her voice rang through his ears, he looked back at her again with that same charming, hungry expression, "Very beautiful, worth every step down here." More than the sparkling cavern itself. He'd move over to the embers of the firepit, laying down and motioning with his paw, "Did you have more wood for the fire? I'd like to see to it you are warm and dry before heading off. Perhaps we can meet again." It was an offer, a hidden demand. But he hoped she'd like him enough to see him again. Otherwise he may have found himself tripping over her on accident.
"Balthier Destruction"
"That depends on how far you go out. Though the silence over the water at night is very relaxing. You'd never think of anything underneath." He was trying to pull her in more to the idea, and he was sure over time he'd get her out there. That was, if there was ever a meeting after this. But he thought it was easy to think so. He believed she was being drawn to him the same way he was drawn to her.
The loud sounds of the crashing waters weren't bothersome to him as they moved behind the falls and into the sugar caverns. He had grown up in the rapids and while not quite the same as the falls it had a similar sound. They walked through a narrow path on their way to her hideout and Balthier kept his eyes directly over her rather than the path he walked. A silent compliment, a warm grin as she turned back to make sure he was making it through okay. How generous.
His eyes wandered over the sugar stalactites and the little camp she had set up for herself inside the caves. And once her voice rang through his ears, he looked back at her again with that same charming, hungry expression, "Very beautiful, worth every step down here." More than the sparkling cavern itself. He'd move over to the embers of the firepit, laying down and motioning with his paw, "Did you have more wood for the fire? I'd like to see to it you are warm and dry before heading off. Perhaps we can meet again." It was an offer, a hidden demand. But he hoped she'd like him enough to see him again. Otherwise he may have found himself tripping over her on accident.
