Though she doesn't wake up all the way when he rouses during the night, there are a few times the kisses he dusts against her shoulder are met with a few mumbled, affectionate words while she adjusts her hold on him and plants sleepy kisses against the side of his face.
The close proximity she maintains in her sleep is renewed all over again in the morning when she wakes up for real and finds him as wonderful in the early light of day as he had been last night. Getting lost in Balthier proved to be as good a way to wake up as it was a way to fall asleep, and it's only because she wants to take a bath and properly wash her hair that she lets him leave that afternoon. The state of the house she's been given isn't ideal, but it gives her lots of material to work with while she's coming up with excuses for him to return, feeling it very important for reasons Aerith isn't addressing right now that she offers him ones that aren't - I already want to see you again even though you're still here.
The smile on her face stays where it is as she goes through her afternoon, first cleaning herself up before turning her attention to tidying her room, ignoring the way her cheeks flush every time she spares a glance towards the rumpled blankets piled on the mattresses in the corner.
By the time he comes back she's made her way downstairs, resuming the ongoing task of getting the kitchen into some kind of shape when he returns with a giant hunk of dinner.
"Oh wow," she perks up from the far end of the room, where she's been using a broom to sweep out a pantry. "Usually, I prefer flowers, but, I'm starving." Aerith crosses the room to where Balthier stands, her hand resting on the small of his back as she smiles up at him, his question pulling a little chuckle from her. As always, it's not that difficult to imagine things Balthier could do that would be very useful.
"I've got a trellis outside that needs to be attached to the top of the fence, and," she tips her head towards him. "Since you are my favorite tall, handsome friend..."
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Date: 2022-11-15 04:57 am (UTC)The close proximity she maintains in her sleep is renewed all over again in the morning when she wakes up for real and finds him as wonderful in the early light of day as he had been last night. Getting lost in Balthier proved to be as good a way to wake up as it was a way to fall asleep, and it's only because she wants to take a bath and properly wash her hair that she lets him leave that afternoon. The state of the house she's been given isn't ideal, but it gives her lots of material to work with while she's coming up with excuses for him to return, feeling it very important for reasons Aerith isn't addressing right now that she offers him ones that aren't - I already want to see you again even though you're still here.
The smile on her face stays where it is as she goes through her afternoon, first cleaning herself up before turning her attention to tidying her room, ignoring the way her cheeks flush every time she spares a glance towards the rumpled blankets piled on the mattresses in the corner.
By the time he comes back she's made her way downstairs, resuming the ongoing task of getting the kitchen into some kind of shape when he returns with a giant hunk of dinner.
"Oh wow," she perks up from the far end of the room, where she's been using a broom to sweep out a pantry. "Usually, I prefer flowers, but, I'm starving." Aerith crosses the room to where Balthier stands, her hand resting on the small of his back as she smiles up at him, his question pulling a little chuckle from her. As always, it's not that difficult to imagine things Balthier could do that would be very useful.
"I've got a trellis outside that needs to be attached to the top of the fence, and," she tips her head towards him. "Since you are my favorite tall, handsome friend..."