I've been reading a Fran & Balthier backstory fic and hooting. I don't normally laugh aloud while reading.
The fic is called "A Kind of Integrity".
“Nothing ever really goes right when I’m in lace stockings,” Balthier murmurs thoughtfully.
Except it totally does. Oh, Balthier.
ETA: "all the grandeur of some young, disheveled god of poorly thought out ideas."
It's partly because I'm still sick and not exactly sharp-minded, but I keep finding more things to laugh at in this story. Except then it becomes deadly serious and pre-canon, with excellent dramatization of what Fran and Balthier were doing just before the war, and it's like canon, but better. I think this is my Clarion for this year. I first stumbled across that story when I was sick, too, and it remains a favorite.
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