Chapter Two is up today for “Eat the Sun”, a Balthier/Vaan fic.
Two months have passed since the Bahamut fell. Balthier was just getting used to his new life as a Nobody, until a certain Somebody showed up.
excerpt–
It was an unspoken protocol for the able-bodied refugees to volunteer in the day-to-day duties throughout the sanctuary. Balthier, though little help he could be in terms of hunting and fishing, could at least help keep watch over the chocobo pen that afternoon. It wasn’t a tough job. Gurdy did most of the charming as she waved over riders and sent them off, leaving Balthier to wander among the birds and make sure their saddles were secure and feed-bags were full.
There was some fun in it, at least. Stationed at the entrance of the encampment, he was in a prime spot for eavesdropping all manner of conversations; merchants, travelers, hunters all stopped through on their missions. It was fairly busy. From beneath his hood, Balthier collected tales from far and wide. It kept his mind busy on things that weren’t his exhaustion or the ache in his leg.
He was on the far side of the pen, tending to a Chocobo who had just returned, when a distant voice nearly knocked him off his crutch.
“Hey! Long time no see! What’s happening?”
Balthier’s nerves seized like a fish speared below the ice, freezing him in place. Faced away from the direction of Vaan’s voice, he stared straight ahead and dared not to breathe. How had he known where to find him ?
Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Pining, Drug Use, Sexual Content, PTSD, Post-War
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