What we are, who we are not

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Title: What we are, who we are not
Fandom: FFXII
Pairing: Fran/Balthier
Rating: G
Words: 200
A/N: This is for fluid_static  , and is the only time I’ve written Bal/Fran, as I'm never sure how to write Fran, and fluff is also harder to write than tragedy, damn it.

Hand to hand. Perhaps, once, he read a book like this; the jungle man’s tanned hand larger, heavier than the delicate city woman’s. He thinks; role reversal. Fran’s features are the darkest, her blood sings with the jungle and her hands, while not heavy, are still longer than his when palm to palm they touch. Balthier isn’t delicate, not obviously or disadvantageously so, but a pale city boy it is obvious that he is, or once was.

She however, destroys even the reversed stereotype; a refined woman in taste, soft in her speech. Almost timidly, whenever they part, he will brush lips along her mouth – perhaps he is hoping to steal away a little of herself for him to keep. She is not a belonging, he never thought of her as such, but to keep a piece of a person you care for, how precious that piece would be.

She does not smile with her mouth, nor even with her eyes. Her body is all lines and her bones are sharp against the pressing of her skin, but they are malleable when she is glad, her shoulders are still postured, but they drop a touch. They smile, for his touch.

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Aw, thanks for the glow! To be honest I thought I may have jumped around a little, from paragraph to paragraph. And I was actually thinking of Tarzan when I started writing this - so I guess it bled in XD