"Seemed like it might be time," he says, kissing David's head before settling in the chair beside him, sipping at his tea and looking out. A stunning view, high enough up to see the airships and the plants tumbling from balconies and up the sides of buildings.
When he was a boy, he dreamed of having this -- someone he loved, quiet leisure time spent together, a life full of adventure. He'd tucked that dream away, slowly, until he'd forgotten it. Looking back at David, he'll give a soft smile of his own. Peace and freedom indeed.
The notebook is sweet, intimate. There are dozens of drawings, the earlier ones a little rougher, not quite always getting his likeness, but get more consistent with time, preoccupied with the way he tilts his head or the way he curls up in a chair, some trying to capture those beautiful looks he gives Balthier without him realizing he's being drawn. It's abundantly apparent Balthier has spent a lot of time looking.
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When he was a boy, he dreamed of having this -- someone he loved, quiet leisure time spent together, a life full of adventure. He'd tucked that dream away, slowly, until he'd forgotten it. Looking back at David, he'll give a soft smile of his own. Peace and freedom indeed.
The notebook is sweet, intimate. There are dozens of drawings, the earlier ones a little rougher, not quite always getting his likeness, but get more consistent with time, preoccupied with the way he tilts his head or the way he curls up in a chair, some trying to capture those beautiful looks he gives Balthier without him realizing he's being drawn. It's abundantly apparent Balthier has spent a lot of time looking.