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.Shard 23.
Tchita Uplands
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Princess Ashelia's foot was on the edge of the deep, long ravine which ran all along the infinite Tchita upland. It was late night, and watching down its depths, she saw nothing – nothing but growing blackness, at least.
"You are not pondering whether to commit suicide or not, I hope" Balthier reached her, sarcasm in his voice – but a hint of pure angst somewhere in his eyes made her smile, almost. He stopped a meter far from her, as if he was worried that having he got too near, she could have actually fallen down.
"And - would you catch me?" there was something strange in her voice.
The sky pirate just ignored the taunt, and gave her his back, sighing bored.
But, he didn't need to turn back again to understand what-the-hell was going on in that moment – when he did turn back, he already knew, and he barely had time to go into grabbed the princess wrist, pulling her back violently from her now dangerously hovering on nothingness position. Their gazes remained locked - hers was challenging, his was totally upset – until Ashe smashed on his shoulder, while they both fell backwards, on the secure dew-dropped grass.
Balthier was in total rage when he heard her giggling in that silly way buried in the crook of his neck, just like a princess that had got exactly what she needed to get, no matter she had scared him to death. By the way, everything was allowed, if it was about stroking her ego, wasn't it? He opened his mouth to say something, but she was faster.
"Good catch." The voice came suffocated by his own vest– and it was not that challenging anymore.
Balthier's mouth remained ajar for a while, but in the end he gave in, and he just stayed silent.
'The way I loathe spoiled princesses'
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Author'sNote: Longer absence than usual, I beg your pardon! I am in love with this one, maybe because it so nonsensical. Ah, tomorrow it's my birthday - how about reviews for gift? Ahahaha.. ;)
Swamp-Eyes