Her heart was whole and happy that first night. Safe and comfortably wrapped in Balthier's arms, she was too exhausted for dreams and slept soundly as a stone while curled up comfortably against him. Even after her terrible ordeal it still felt like bliss, being with him like this and basking in the knowledge that he wanted her in the same ways she wanted him.
The night that followed was received similarly, with Aerith tapping out her magic on healing Balthier before wrapping her arms around him and drifting off to sleep. She slept like that for almost half the night or more, until the musty chilled air of the cell Piaget kept her in began to fill her senses.
Her captor is there, looming in the doorway and grinning triumphantly. Aerith feels her muscles tense in alarm and tries to throw her hands up, as though she could beat him away.
"You're never getting out Princess," there's a gleeful ring to Piaget's voice, and with a loud guffaw he slams the door of the cell.
Aerith sits up with a shout, her eyes opening wide and confused as she looks around at the welcoming confines of Balthier's quarters, tears rolling down her face.
– nightmares
The night that followed was received similarly, with Aerith tapping out her magic on healing Balthier before wrapping her arms around him and drifting off to sleep. She slept like that for almost half the night or more, until the musty chilled air of the cell Piaget kept her in began to fill her senses.
Her captor is there, looming in the doorway and grinning triumphantly. Aerith feels her muscles tense in alarm and tries to throw her hands up, as though she could beat him away.
"You're never getting out Princess," there's a gleeful ring to Piaget's voice, and with a loud guffaw he slams the door of the cell.
Aerith sits up with a shout, her eyes opening wide and confused as she looks around at the welcoming confines of Balthier's quarters, tears rolling down her face.