#ffamran

I vowed to doodle Balthier until I got him right. He wouldn’t leave me alone otherwise.

+ a random Ashe because I’m a sucker for the ship.

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑, fran raises an eyebrow in curiosity. having just returned from scouting out new information for their most recently plan heist, the tall viera’s ears twitched at the sight and the fresh scent of cut flowers and the soft floral scent wafting through the strahl. making her way over, it rested gently against her pilot seat and a simple, but lonely tag attached to the band that wrapped the parchment snugly hung there.   ‘   how i wonder the romantic that decided to gift me with such a thing.   ’   her tone of voice was already all knowing as her partner was absolutely nowhere to be found.

* ALMOND IS ON HER SHIT AGAIN 

@ffamran

☾ = being found shirtless .

not new . this was not a new sight to behold for her , sometimes balthier would take too long to situate himself on a proper wardrobe that fran would end up having to hurry him along . but when that happens , he becomes even more indecisive , to think he was a naturally quick thinker but the mere situation of a wardrobe change was what’d put a wedge in his plans . 

so when she walks into their inn room , her hands grip freshly sharpened swords and a finely maintained rifle . the viera shifts her weight to one side and she leans against the wall , casually placing her partner’s rifle on the surface of the table nearby and shifting the swords to lean against the chair , resting snugly in their sheaths .

          ‘   must you always take longer than necessary to tend to your wardrobe , dear ?   ’

she says this but she’s amused . always fran remains amused  /  though she sometimes found herself a bit miffed whenever he dragged it on further than necessary , who wouldn’t ? but her partner remains lost in thought as usual , she would have to make her presence known if she wanted to get an answer . so with the clicks of her heels following her as she walks to his side , arms move to place hands atop his shoulder , warm skin coming in contact with her cool skin as she leans into his side some .

he jumps ever so slightly . familiar eyes looking towards her as she rests her chin against her hands , long ears lower a bit as she looks to him before instinct they look back towards the choices he’s cut down to .