He of the Strahl

After the rise of Dalmasca and the fall of the Archadian Empire's iron fist, beyond the trials with the Judge of Wings - I do what this pirate has always done: Run. Though eventually a man may have to turn and face that which they run from. A former member of the Archadian populace, my name is Balthier, and you'd do well to remember it. I've a love of mysterious women (and the occasional man, I'm not afraid to admit) and treasure beyond imagining. Come, lend me your ear, should you dare it. [RP account for the FFXII/RW/FFT:WoTL character: Balthier. Affiliated with the FFU Masterlist. All rp (even cross fandom) welcome.]

[phantasmal-knight-blog]

It was a classic move -and to be honest, it was a bit of a cheesy move.

But why was she smiling?

Moving in closer, hands placed a bit awkwardly in her lap, she smiled against his lips as she deepened the kiss just a little before pulling back. Her lips twitched, restraining themselves from breaking into a wide smile. But her eyes were bright and smiling on their own. “I should have realized.” She bit her lip, eyes grinning at him. “Merry Christmas”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

He laughed, hanging his head as his shoulders shook. It was a second before he peeked back up at her, cheeky joy written in his eyes. “Merry… Christmas.” The words tasted strange on his tongue, but he said them none the less. This was her holiday. He could teach her about Jule another time.

Leaning in, he stole another kiss, deepening it just a fraction, his tongue touching her lips in a fleetingly bold move before he drew back, the mistletoe forgotten in his hands.

[phantasmal-knight-blog]

With this kiss, she found herself leaning in closer to him, legs brushing against his. Sliding onto his lap was tempting, if only to get an amusing reaction out of him -but there was something about this moment that she didn’t want to break.

These were the sort of moments that she’d look down upon with a cynical eye. And yet here she was, enjoying it. What inside of her changed to get this reaction from her?

Almost on an odd instinct, her mouth nearly parted upon upon feeling his tounge touch her lips - and then he pulled away.

Flushing but with her eyes still smiling, she glanced at the mistletoe in his lap

And found herself doing something rather spontaneous. Abruptly, she plucked the mistletoe from his lap, tucked it in her hair, and leaned in again to press her lips to hers for brief, but sound kiss, before pulling away. “Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable to talk? Have some tea? I’ve got a bit of time left before I have to get back to the castle.”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

He hummed, resisting the urge to grin - though it shone plainly in his eyes. With a nod, he stood, extending his hand towards her as an aid and an offering. "Talking, hm? I think I can join you on that."

Taking her hand he pulle dher gently to her feet, tugging her playfully towards the Strahl. "Come, I have spiced wine on the stove. Lets enjoy this Christmas."

[balthierbunansa-blog]

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERY ONE!!!

[I'm going to have to give it a rest guys - my headache is getting pretty bad :(

I hope you all have an awesome Christmas <3]

[fervidblaze-blog]

“I guess so. How about a walk outside in the snow?”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“Sounds splendid.” And such it was that Balthier offered his arm, that smile clinging unto his face.

[fervidblaze-blog]

A sceptical, though somewhat longing gaze lay upon the offered arm for several moments. “Are you sure this is alright?”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“I don’t see a reason why it would not be, hm? tis just a walk, Firion.”

[fervidblaze-blog]

“I suppose you are right.” He smiled and took hold of Balthier’s arm. “Let us go then.”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

With a chuckle, the pirate lead him through the door, and out into the downpour of snow outside.

[fervidblaze-blog]

“I didn’t know there was snow here in Ivalice. Balthier always says that there is only snow in the Paramina Rift, but he does not want to take me there.”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

"indeed so? Then our Ivalice's must be vastly different. Balfonheim and Archades often experience snow."

[balthierbunansa-blog]

"Well that was quite unexpected..."

Blinking he rose a brow. "But not wholly unpleasent, I hope?"

[balthierbunansa-blog]

Having woken up much earlier than him (unsurprisingly), she had merely grabbed a book and crawled back under the covers, reading with the light that she did have. Upon hearing the figure next to her stir, she merely looked over at him with a raised eyebrow and a small smile. "Good morning to you too."

Stretching, he offered her a sleepy smile, his mind still half gone in the land of dreams. "'Morning, luv."

[balthierbunansa-blog]

A moment is taken in reprise, gentle touch of claws briskly sweeping along well trimmed sideburns and into the small tangle ever present in well groomed hair. The touch commanding of attention, as if umber lips to a brow were not. "Be safe." A request, a command, tandem in delivery as the Veena swept away softly. --theweaponsmaster

And though his mind heard the words, he did not stir. Instead he turned deeper into the covers, revelling in the warmth. It would not be until much later that he woke, feelign only her absence.

[fervidblaze-blog]

“I guess so. How about a walk outside in the snow?”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“Sounds splendid.” And such it was that Balthier offered his arm, that smile clinging unto his face.

[fervidblaze-blog]

A sceptical, though somewhat longing gaze lay upon the offered arm for several moments. “Are you sure this is alright?”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“I don’t see a reason why it would not be, hm? tis just a walk, Firion.”

[fervidblaze-blog]

“I suppose you are right.” He smiled and took hold of Balthier’s arm. “Let us go then.”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

With a chuckle, the pirate lead him through the door, and out into the downpour of snow outside.

[phantasmal-knight-blog]

Raising an eyebrow, she moved closer to him, the corner of her lips tugging upward. “Should I even ask what you’re planning?”

She doubted she’d get an answer, so she’d just have to wait for the surprise.

[balthierbunansa-blog]

It was with a smile that he rose the mistletoe, leaning in towards her and laying his lips softly to hers. It was a classic move, and one he’d never thought to make on her, so domestic a scene as it was.

He was certain that shoul he be able to see himself he’d surely hang in his head in shame.

He didn’t care. Kissing her felt like coming home.

[phantasmal-knight-blog]

It was a classic move -and to be honest, it was a bit of a cheesy move.

But why was she smiling?

Moving in closer, hands placed a bit awkwardly in her lap, she smiled against his lips as she deepened the kiss just a little before pulling back. Her lips twitched, restraining themselves from breaking into a wide smile. But her eyes were bright and smiling on their own. “I should have realized.” She bit her lip, eyes grinning at him. “Merry Christmas”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

He laughed, hanging his head as his shoulders shook. It was a second before he peeked back up at her, cheeky joy written in his eyes. "Merry... Christmas." The words tasted strange on his tongue, but he said them none the less. This was her holiday. He could teach her about Jule another time.

Leaning in, he stole another kiss, deepening it just a fraction, his tongue touching her lips in a fleetingly bold move before he drew back, the mistletoe forgotten in his hands.

[askboxmemes]

YOU JUST WOKE UP NAKED IN BED NEXT TO ME. Using only 5 words, what would you say to me?

[balthierbunansa-blog]

((Are you still up to RPing, or is your headache getting too bad?))

[I'm okay for the time being, but i dont think I'll stick around for  much longer, tbh.]

[balthierbunansa-blog]

Hello, Balthier. Merry Christmas to you..

"Well, princess, if this isn't a pleasent surprise," He purred, arms crossing about his chest. He was stood with a hip propped against a work bench in the Strahl's hanger, a brow raised in merry amusement. "And a Happy Christmas to you too."

[fervidblaze-blog]

“I guess so. How about a walk outside in the snow?”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“Sounds splendid.” And such it was that Balthier offered his arm, that smile clinging unto his face.

[fervidblaze-blog]

A sceptical, though somewhat longing gaze lay upon the offered arm for several moments. “Are you sure this is alright?”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

"I don't see a reason why it would not be, hm? tis just a walk, Firion."

[finalfantasyxiiconfessions]

[chanaalexanderite]

Balthier Cosplay by ~Vertor

[incaligointra-deactivated201702]

She was about to protest against his words, but just as her lips parted slightly to mutter something about him talking nonsense, they were claimed by those of the pirate’s. Once their lips parted again, one sleek eyebrow raised slightly. “You must be delusional to think such things of me.”

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“Please, my dear. You are the one in a state of delusionment should you truly believe it. A pirate never lies about such things as this,” He murmured, grinning devilishly.

[incaligointra-deactivated201702]

She chuckled and shook her head in disagreement. “You say you never lie about such things, yet I can hear them rolling off your tongue.” She quipped with a smirk.

[balthierbunansa-blog]

"Such a self defacing attitude. It will not do my dear, it will not do." He murmured, arms crossing about his chest.

[balthierbunansa-blog]

"Merry Christmas Balthier!"

Thank you very much! And a very merry christmas to you too! 

[balthierbunansa-blog]

“I haven’t the foggiest idea,” he murmured, mind filled with images of a young celes, surrounded by decadent trimmings of ‘christmas’ (along with the more comedic imagery of her dodging mistletoe in Figaro Castle).

Leaning an elbow upon his knee he stared at the plant, highly puzzled. It would need to be somewhere fairly busy if he was to put it to optimal use.

…

“Come here a moment?” He purred with mischief.

[phantasmal-knight-blog]

Raising an eyebrow, she moved closer to him, the corner of her lips tugging upward. “Should I even ask what you’re planning?”

She doubted she’d get an answer, so she’d just have to wait for the surprise.

[balthierbunansa-blog]

It was with a smile that he rose the mistletoe, leaning in towards her and laying his lips softly to hers. It was a classic move, and one he'd never thought to make on her, so domestic a scene as it was.

He was certain that shoul he be able to see himself he'd surely hang in his head in shame.

He didn't care. Kissing her felt like coming home.