[ Reyes got busier than expected today -- that was fine. Balthier came by while the other worked to just be around or see to matters of his own often enough that he was used to Reyes's time being occupied. Honestly, the normalcy of it and the sense that they could keep on their separate lives in each others' vicinity was a good deal of the appeal. And maybe the affectionate looks and soft touches and stolen kisses between. It was a good spread, all told.
Balthier's preoccupied, besides. He and Fran have just returned from a trip to Ivalice -- probably another reason he just wants to be near to Reyes -- and both Ashe and Larsa have renewed their offers to make a position for him, some sort of interplanetary affairs piece. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want anything that ties him down or locks him in or forces him to play some part he hasn't agreed to.
But, Scions, they need it. He's about the only person with any experience on this side of the galaxy, who has any sense what the peoples out here want and expect, or what of Ivalice's could be valuable. He's trying. He could get the right people in touch, keep any eye; he doesn't mind being an informant. And he doesn't want Ivalice getting taken advantage of or left behind, or worse, being attacked for its resources. So he's started to massage his networks, drop information here and there, see what starts to come out of the woodwork and intelligence networks alike.
Of course, the pay of a real position would be nice. But being an official would require residency. Formal ceremonies. Dressing like his damn father.
Being away more.
He sighs. He's had this back in forth in his head about seventy times now. Fran will laugh at him later, and tell him to toss it to the skies and let the winds steer them. She's better at that than he is. ]
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Date: 2022-06-16 08:03 pm (UTC)Balthier's preoccupied, besides. He and Fran have just returned from a trip to Ivalice -- probably another reason he just wants to be near to Reyes -- and both Ashe and Larsa have renewed their offers to make a position for him, some sort of interplanetary affairs piece. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want anything that ties him down or locks him in or forces him to play some part he hasn't agreed to.
But, Scions, they need it. He's about the only person with any experience on this side of the galaxy, who has any sense what the peoples out here want and expect, or what of Ivalice's could be valuable. He's trying. He could get the right people in touch, keep any eye; he doesn't mind being an informant. And he doesn't want Ivalice getting taken advantage of or left behind, or worse, being attacked for its resources. So he's started to massage his networks, drop information here and there, see what starts to come out of the woodwork and intelligence networks alike.
Of course, the pay of a real position would be nice. But being an official would require residency. Formal ceremonies. Dressing like his damn father.
Being away more.
He sighs. He's had this back in forth in his head about seventy times now. Fran will laugh at him later, and tell him to toss it to the skies and let the winds steer them. She's better at that than he is. ]