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.Shard 09.
Shiva
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Ashe was still looking amazed at Fran going literally crazy and breaking all her chains. The power of the Nethicite was filling the room profusely, and even if she was not strictly related with Myst as the Viera was, she had to admit that all that blasting energy was affecting her, too, along with all those jolts - the airship was undoubtedly falling headlong. And her hands were still trapped in those enormous and heavy handcuffs. She gazed nervously away from Fran - all the remained soldiers were only busy at fleeing from the room as quickly as they could.
Finally, she spotted Balthier with a pair of keys tingling in his hand - that smartass had not lost time for sure, and he had freed himself from his own handcuffs already. She tried to catch his attention, but he was running straightforward a panicking Penelo. The girl looked up to him as if he was a God in the moment he made the lock of her shackles click open, and as soon as they fell on the ground, she threw her arms around him, yelling something the princess could not hear. But then Vaan came, bawling something at them and exposing fervently his own chained hands. The sky pirate let another pair of keys drop onto Penelo's palm, while patting her sweetly on the head, accompanying it all with his damn charming smile.
Ashe frowned.
'So that little girl from the slums is more important than me.'
She immediately felt bad for the thought, but she couldn't have helped it.
She was so mad at him that when she noticed that he was now stepping towards her, occasionally avoiding a soldier who was running away from Fran, she choose to concentrate on Penelo, who was now unchaining Vaan - really, what could she possibly have-
"Here we are, your Highness-" Balthier took her hand for a long moment before letting the key slip into the lock, searching curiously for her eyes with his, lowering his head just a little.
But this time, she didn't want to look at him. Because she knew that he knew - and probably he had even done that on purpose, having left her behind. So this time she would not give him the satisfaction to see she had actually got angry - in the end, she was a mistress, at hiding her own anger, wasn't she?
When the lock of her handcuffs clicked, Balthier was still holding her hand ambiguously, and her eyes were still stubbornly fixed on his colourful rings. He bent down with a chuckle, leaning his forehead on hers, forcing her furious, furious eyes to meet his.
"Don't get mad - it was just because she's younger."
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Author'sNote: AaAaah.. the way I love it when Balthier makes her mad .. do you think she likes that too? LOL.
Hey guys, thank you so much for the major support you gave me in the last chapter.. you made me start thinking that this fic might actually have something.. ahaha.. See you with the next chap.. that is.. omg I think I've forgotten..! goes and check it rrrright! Giza! and it will be fun :)
Swamp-Eyes