#itsbalthier

[siravron]

@itsbalthier makes a “new” friend

❖ ⋮ 　 New faces frequent Bur-Omisace often as Auron has found during his stay. He’s known the missionaries and the clergymen from the Temple most of his life but he’s also come to meet those who make long journeys just to visit at least once in their lives. But it’s seldom that he’s seen a new face being carried up the steps in a rush of robes and dripping crimson. 

　　　So he calls it intrigue that brings him to the door of the infirmary hours after the fact to check in on the newcomer. The head nurse had assured him that their guest had been fully tended to and that he would heal in no time at all. Still, it couldn’t hurt to make sure for himself, could it? Auron inches forward into the room until he can kneel at the man’s bedside to watch him rest.

[flamereign]

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    “ Though you are primarily a source of aggravation, I do admire your sense of wit.  It’s nice t’have someone able to keep up with me, even if it’s you.  "  A beat.  “ And as long as you keep your mouth shut,  you’re also rather easy on the eyes. “

[xkuja]

All this talk of cupcakes is quaint but have a Balthier straight up popping out of a five-tiered cake laden with lace fondant. Eat it, Axel.

      This entire cake thing has reached the point where he is not even surprised. It is time to recognise this cake bestowing day as a new celebration in his honour. Yet another part of the life that he, as the beloved and admired pillar of the very universe he is, should learn to accept.

      Ah yes, perhaps he should applaud or something. 

            Polite opera clapping ensues. “Miaou.”

[pxine]

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She could smell the stuff from where she was. Granted, it wasn’t an unpleasant smell but if she could smell from her end then he’d had more than enough at this point. “There’s always a cut-off point.” And Paine was sure he’d reached it now. Yet, she wasn’t about to nab the bottle away from him. What he did to his own liver was none of her concern.

Even so, she pulled out a chair. She’d best keep an eye on the man, should he attempt to do anything stupid. It was all well and good considering that seconds later he slid a glass of the alcohol towards her. She eyed it up, feeling slightly apprehensive about getting inebriated in front of a stranger. Letting out a soft sigh, she accepted the glass and took a drink from it. The first thing she noted was the sweetness, the second was the subtle taste of alcohol. It wasn’t bad.

“Nothing too interesting. A few treasure troves that may look like they’re worth pilfering from.” She shrugged. It was slim pickings around here. She didn’t have a team behind her to help either, which made things harder. “It’s hard to tell if they’re worth the effort without going there.” She didn’t really want to waste her time on something that wasn’t useful. But that was the price she paid for being in her ‘profession’.

[tailoringtay]

t a r o t quiz

take here

You got: The Chariot

You! get! shit! done! You’re determined and action-oriented, focused and persistent. Underneath your aggressive spirit, however, you’re also fiercely caring — and can be a protective force to be reckoned with if anyone crosses the people you care about.

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tagging: anyone who likes toast XD

[esotericmystics]

@itsbalthier // Cont’d.

Balthier perks at the lilt of the unfamiliar man’s tongue and when he catches the man’s eye, he finds the company is unfamiliar. “That all depends,” Balthier drawls, “on what we’re drinking.”

　　　"You are in luck,” The man says, his tone amused. “I’m easy. Long as it’s strong and not vodka any drink’ll satisfy.” He went right ahead and claimed a seat across from him without waiting for approval. 

[endsought-archived]

itsbalthier replied to your post: ❝ In his Crusader days, Nooj was gravely wounded...

it’s never a Reach - your muse is only so much with canon info, make him as detailed as you want! make the lore and world come alive, i love seeing people get into their muses like that hhhhhg((i wont lie mostly cuz it makes me feel like less of a weirdo for mine LOL))

i meant to thank you for your comment on my post yesterday! i really appreciate the feedback and the feedback given to the post just now! also, i'm happy that my little blab session about nooj and him dealing with the loss of his limbs could help you a bit! and you shouldn’t feel like a weirdo for getting into your muse. it’s why we’re all here right? <3

[the-lonely-soul]

itsbalthier replied to your post: “So, it was you.”

BALFRAN PRANKS ARE GOOD PRAnKS. I wanna know what Fran does to him now. lol

Honestly? I imagine her being the only time where she can be a bit childish. XD You know...hiding wrenches, switching the size for his shirts... Things that would kind of annoy him, but never something too big to make them fight over it.

You know, a good little prank war. XD She’s probably ending calling it off though at some point? What are your thoughts?

[visionsought]

@itsbalthier has a tipsy knight on their hands

⚔  ⋮ 　 "I’m sorry to disappoint but no,” Dra’Skye murmured the words behind the rim of her glass, pausing to finish off the last sips of a rich wine that had to have been imported, given the state of the city she was staying in. “I don’t quite care what you are. What you do. Pirate, thief, hero... It’s all.” She made an indiscernible gesture with her free hand. “I have little room to judge. After all, in my home I’m an exile. Framed for an act of treason by my own... My king...”

　　　 She inhaled deep, deciding then it would be best to hold off on a second round. She was better than this, spilling her guts to a stranger. “So, if you had asked me a year ago perhaps then I might have sneered at the sight of a pirate. Now I’ll take the company of anyone as long as they won’t stab me in the back.”

[areapermostcapricious]

[[Continued from X]]

@itsbalthier

Kuja was obviously no stranger to such desirous proposals. Many a noble of Treno have literally groveled at his feet in order to gain his favor, crawling over on hands and knees to kiss the tips of his polished boots. At once it had served him well in gaining his standing in the City That Never Sleeps, but with time, he had grown quite a bit more critical of those that might entertain his sadistic whims.

This particular beggar, however, might prove to be amongst the very few lucky ones.

He’d seen the other man on the lower floor of his auction house, peering up towards him on the balcony during the entire event, never bidding on a single item. He was, of course, flattered by such admiration from afar---though equally unsurprised.

And when Kuja at last made his descent, such boldness was to be commended, despite such a line having already been used on Kuja previously (multiple times, in fact). But his newest admirer need not know that, and with a winning smile forming upon perfectly-painted lips, he extended his pale hand for the other to take, so that he might be greeted properly, claws glistening as though dipped in blood.

“Before I am to consider tracking mud upon a new carpet, I would so like to know its name.”

[siravron]

Balthier knows he shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. But the truth serum mixed up with the potions from the Rozarrian merchant has Auron at his mercy. That should be enough to stop him from the question - at this point, unearthing the truth would be like taking candy from a child. A coward's way. Which - Balthier realizes - does sound much like him, doesn't it. "What /is it/ that you want from me?" he asks quietly. This dance between monk and pilot has been going on for long enough.

❖ ⋮ 　 As soon as the question is posed Auron recognizes that something is amiss, though it’s difficult to put a finger on it. He knows that the last thing he feels like doing is admitting to the twisting dependency he’s grown for the sky pirate. Just the reminder of it makes him feel a damn fool for letting the charade continue for this long. But nevertheless he feels compelled to bare his secrets. 

　　　Even so he can’t meet Balthier’s gaze when he speaks up. “Everything you would be willing to give. More than I should ask of a man untethered. More and more I spend nights wishing for your return; even if only to share a laugh and a pint in a seedy bar. And when we’re together?” His eyes close and Auron heaves a sigh. “I feel as though I’ve found some priceless treasure. You’ve made me reckless. Shown me there could be more to my life than dedication to those who took me in as a child. I suppose... All I may have wanted was to tell you as much, even when it scared me most.”

[faeriesboon-a]

gives you the finger

@itsbalthier

[xkuja]

Balthier, reading those readmores on the edge of his seat, three-mouthing with popcorn

      That’s

          voyeurism.

[pxine]

“ why do you live in such a weird house?

end of the f**cking world prompts | @itsbalthier

“I’m sorry that we can’t all live in luxury, Balthier.” Her tone was slightly sarcastic. The small space that she was currently staying in in Kilika wasn’t anything like she’d seen in Ivalice. It was somewhat justified that he would have this reaction but surely there was a line. It probably didn’t help that, up until a few years ago, Kilika would get destroyed by Sin every few years, if that. They would have to rebuild the houses when that happened, which resulted in them looking like they currently did. Plus, the heat could be unforgiving. 

It was only in the past 2 years that they’d considered building sturdier homes.

“Besides, this only temporary. I have a better place in Luca.” She didn’t know how long they’d be staying there either. Paine was just glad that they weren’t staying in Besaid instead, who knew how he’d react to the housing there. It was better than sleeping on the floor. “You’d have to sleep on the couch there though.” She only had one room and she’d prefer to have that for herself.

[tailoringtay]

"I want to thank you."

“…You mean for the enchantments?” he questioned, able to think of nothing else for which the man might show appreciation. Unless it had to do with costumes, anyway.

“Just take proper care of the gear. That’s all the thanks I need.”

[jjillekkot]

❛ no more caffeine for you. ❜

lilo & stitch // @itsbalthier

Isn’t that something? That Balthier would tell her a limit on her consumption when she’s seen him at questionable state with spirits and madhu. To command the moogles would be another case: they are indispensable, and have such little bodies to metabolize such a thing. But she? She’s just along for the ride, a guest, and merely a navigator at that. Fran has been at this for far longer than she, and serves as a mighty co-pilot. Yuffie’s only benefit is that she knows the army’s positioning these days, receives gossip from the guards on the state of airways, which paths to avoid. Always a preference for stealth, it seems.

And the Strahl does possess a cloaking device. She, too, must learns the ways of sneaking on her watch.

So despite his critique, she sits there with mug in hand and gives long look on her captain’s face, look of indignation staining her features deeper than the coffee ring newly placed on gil notes.