Title: Better Late Than Never
Theme(s): #28 Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou?
Disclaimer/claimer: Balthier and Ashe aren’t mine. Property of Square.
Summary: “Isn’t that a little too conventional for your tastes?”
Ashe stood out at her balcony, gazing at the scenery below. The rain that had been falling for the past week straight had slowed down for the evening to a fine mist. She inhaled, enjoying the clean scent of ozone that filled the desert. The dry season was nice in its own way, but she always did like the sense of renewal and replenishment that the rains offered.
She drummed her fingers against the stone railing, her eyes now scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. “Where are you?” she muttered, nails tapping out an impatient beat. The sound of her bedroom door closing with a muted click had her turning on her heel.
“Looking for someone?” Balthier drawled, stepping out onto the balcony with her. “I certainly hope you weren’t arranging an illicit tryst out here.”
She couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face. “Most certainly not. If you do recall, this tryst was already pre-arranged.”
“Ah, good. I would hate to do anything that would be considered legal by any of your chancellors.”
“The door?” she asked, relaxing against his chest as his arms went around her and he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Isn’t that a little too conventional for your tastes? You’re over twenty minutes late, by the way.”
He made a dismissive noise at the back of his throat. “Have you noticed the condition of the stone tonight, my lady? It wouldn’t do if I lost my footing and fell to my death.” He pressed a kiss to the rim of her ear. “And then where would that leave you?”
She stepped out of his embrace, taking his hand in hers as she went back inside. “Where, indeed?”
“Besides,” he said, coming up behind her again. His fingers plucked at the thin robe she wore, the material falling off her shoulders to pool at her feet. “Eluding the guards was more exciting than the usual climb. I might have to try that more often.”