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paixaorpg2011-01-02 09:52 pm
sumofallfayth) wrote in paixaorpg2011-01-02 09:52 pm
Someday the Dream Will End (Closed / Active)
Character(s): Yuna, Auron, Jecht
Content: They FINALLY get to Zanarkand!
Setting: Zanarkand
Time: Backdated to Week 27
Warnings: Sobness?
An Eternal Calm, a slightly chubby Wakka, and her 2 minutes, forty-one seconds. For Yuna, seeing Zanarkand again, a Zanarkand free of tourists and monkies, was like an odd slap to the face. It reminded her of everything she'd lost, everything she couldn't have if she ever went back home to the real Spira. From the moment she'd found herself walking out of Mount Gagazet's caves, she couldn't help closing herself off again. She knew Auron would be able to read her like a book and know something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Yuna just kept going, pointing out that they were truly almost to the dome and she didn't want to stop until they were there.
She didn't want to give herself time to think.
Every fight was just another way to avoid talking about what was bothering her. By now, she knew Tidus and Rikku were in the city, but that didn't mean the former would be there if they ever went home. She didn't like that thought. She didn't want to fight any more battles that she would have to lose in order to win. She didn't want any of this.
She missed her father, had missed him so very much, and had missed Auron as well. Two years had passed since she'd lost everything in order to save the world. Everything. Her aeons, her father's legendary guardian and her mentor... him.
Great job, Yuna, indeed.
Once they got to the dome, though, she paused even longer, trying to work up the nerve to enter again. She'd gotten too used to the two years later version of Spira. Everything here was just a memory, but it was throwing her off with every step and she wasn't sure how to deal with it anymore. So she did the best she could. She kept quiet and tried not to think too much.
Who would they find in the Chamber of the Fayth? Would the corridor at the end of Lady Yunalesca's room exist? Yuna took a deep breath and started forward.
"We're almost there," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, but loud enough for her companions to hear quite easily.
Content: They FINALLY get to Zanarkand!
Setting: Zanarkand
Time: Backdated to Week 27
Warnings: Sobness?
An Eternal Calm, a slightly chubby Wakka, and her 2 minutes, forty-one seconds. For Yuna, seeing Zanarkand again, a Zanarkand free of tourists and monkies, was like an odd slap to the face. It reminded her of everything she'd lost, everything she couldn't have if she ever went back home to the real Spira. From the moment she'd found herself walking out of Mount Gagazet's caves, she couldn't help closing herself off again. She knew Auron would be able to read her like a book and know something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Instead, Yuna just kept going, pointing out that they were truly almost to the dome and she didn't want to stop until they were there.
She didn't want to give herself time to think.
Every fight was just another way to avoid talking about what was bothering her. By now, she knew Tidus and Rikku were in the city, but that didn't mean the former would be there if they ever went home. She didn't like that thought. She didn't want to fight any more battles that she would have to lose in order to win. She didn't want any of this.
She missed her father, had missed him so very much, and had missed Auron as well. Two years had passed since she'd lost everything in order to save the world. Everything. Her aeons, her father's legendary guardian and her mentor... him.
Great job, Yuna, indeed.
Once they got to the dome, though, she paused even longer, trying to work up the nerve to enter again. She'd gotten too used to the two years later version of Spira. Everything here was just a memory, but it was throwing her off with every step and she wasn't sure how to deal with it anymore. So she did the best she could. She kept quiet and tried not to think too much.
Who would they find in the Chamber of the Fayth? Would the corridor at the end of Lady Yunalesca's room exist? Yuna took a deep breath and started forward.
"We're almost there," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, but loud enough for her companions to hear quite easily.
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As Yuna and Jecht each said their piece, however, that cold feeling gave way to anger beginning to bubble within. It was Jecht that nearly made it spill over the edge. "No," Auron replied, eye blazing. The word came out harsh and forceful. He would not see this happen all over again. He had been unable to stop Jecht and Braska before, unable to stop them, too unconfident to keep to his convictions. And he had seen what Yuna was capable of--what all of them were capable of. Sin or castle, it didn't matter. It was all the same to him at this moment.
He took his gaze off of Jecht a moment to glare at Yunalesca. It was almost as though she didn't remember any of them. A memory--a bad memory--but whose he couldn't tell. Auron's scowl deepened and he tore his eye away at his killer to look at Jecht again. "We find another way."
It was out of line, a part of him reprimanded. While it was never official, he personally had let Yuna lead them through Spira, just as she had done during her pilgrimage. He had fallen back into the guardian's role, though it was a little different this time, he would admit. It still didn't feel like his place to disagree so vocally as this, and especially not in this manner.
But... this was different, wasn't it? He had witnessed change, and he had changed, too.