Who: Lelouch and Balthier
Where/When: Kusasato - Week 1, Day 4
Status: Closed/Ask!
Style: Third Person Present
Rating: PG
Warnings: Derpery, manriness, my-airships-are-totally-cooler-than-your-airships, etc.
Lelouch sits on a grassy hill, his feet splayed out and his arms set back behind him, propping him up so he can feel the sun on his face. If he closes his eyes, he could be home, sitting out of doors with Nunnally as she folds her paper cranes and tells him about her day, giggling when Suzaku mimics a frog or when Lelouch recounts Milly's latest exploits. He could be home. But he isn't home. He's here, in this strange place, this gilded cage - beautiful, yet still a prison.
Is the sun that shines here the same sun that shines at home? Is the heat he's feeling the same heat that Nunnally feels when she turns her face to the sun?
The Hitomi lies on the grass next to him; he ignores it for now.