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An honest liar

Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Title: An Honest Liar
Author/Artist: iceprincessd
Theme(s): #26 oxymoronic; Ananias
Pairing/Characters: Balthier/Ashe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: Balthier and Ashe do not belong to me. Property of Square Enix.
Summary: “Isn’t that a contradictory statement?”


“Three aces.”

Ashe looked blearily at the cards in front of her. “You’re bluffing.” She prodded Basch’s shoulder. “He’s bluffing.” Basch didn’t answer, seeing that he had put his head on the table near his latest tankard of ale at least an hour ago.

“I most certainly am not bluffing.” Balthier knocked back his own drink. “I am lying. There’s a difference.”

“What sort of difference?”

He looked puzzled. “I’m not quite sure.” He wasn’t as far gone as she was, but he was pleasantly buzzed enough that the room was slightly blurry around the edges.

His answer seemed to please her. “At least you’re an honest liar.”

“Isn’t that a contradictory statement?”

She laughed. “Yes, but I’ve always thought you were a contradictory sort of man.”

He was about to ask her to elaborate when she saw her list to the side, her eyelids heavy. “Come now; let’s put you to bed before you fall to the floor.”

“Rogue,” she halfheartedly accused, letting him take her by the elbow. She stumbled, falling against his chest.

“Gentleman,” he replied, ignoring her surprised gasp when he slung her up in his arms to make the final few feet to her rooms easier.

“Gentleman rogue,” she mused, linking her hands behind his neck.

He quirked an eyebrow. “I’ll take that title.” He set her on her bed once he managed to take a few weaving steps. He was in the middle of trying to pry her arms from around his neck when inspiration struck. Closing the scant distance between them, he kissed her.

She made a satisfied hum, her hands going slack and sliding down to his elbows. Balthier leaned back and saw that she had fallen asleep, her lips slightly parted. He pulled a blanket over her, smiling when she curled up on her side.

“Roguish gentleman or romantic fool,” he whispered, smoothing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Take your pick.”

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