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finalfantasy2011-03-01 12:46 pm
electric_butterfly) wrote in finalfantasy2011-03-01 12:46 pm
Fic, Just some ficlets/drabbles, Yuna and Auron
Title: More bits and pieces
Author/Artist: electric_butterfly
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Word count: 562
Summary: A few ficlets/drabbles featuring Yuna and Auron
A/N: This batch was written for Dreamwidth’s fic_promptly.
Besaid, Final Fantasy X, any character, putting things back together after Sin attacks
Besaid meant everything to Yuna. So when Sin attacked, she made sure to put everything back together. Obviously, she wasn’t the only one to feel this way. Everyone who lived on Besaid made it a point to make sure that everything would rebuilt stronger than before. Her father, Braska, made sure to help by sacrificing himself to ensure a calm, a time of rebuilding.
Yuna decided that when she grew up, she would do the same. She wanted to do more than make the huts tighter, the buildings sturdier, and the temple almost indestructible. She wanted to rebuild all of Spira with her own powers just as her father did not too long ago.
Religion of the World, Final Fantasy X/X-2, Yuna, loyalty
Yuna always believed in Yevon. If someone asked her how long she believed, she wouldn’t be able to answer, except to say for as long as possible. She never spoke against anyone who questioned Yevon, but she never understood why people would even question, much less challenge the very religion that saved the lives of many on Spira.
She made it a point to pray at least once a day, and show respect to any Priest that walked by her. She earned respect too by aspiring to be a Summoner. For Yuna, it was all about Spira and what she could do for the governing religion. She never cared what others believed or didn’t believe, she only cared to remain as loyal as possible to the religion of the world.
clear blue water, final fantasy X, yuna, bright blue waves
Yuna wished she were a poet, that way she could do more than just view the ocean as “bright blue waves”. She couldn’t do much better than beautiful or misty or loud as they crashed in the beach. She often danced before the waves whether she was Sending the Dead or not. She found that hard to describe too.
Yuna just smiled at the ocean, felt lightweight and free around it. She relaxed when the ocean kissed wind caressed her, and she still couldn’t describe the bright blue waves, except to say that the ocean carried different shades and blue and green. She didn’t want to say that they looked like jewels because that was too cliched. Yuna wasn’t a poet, but she quickly realized that others could do that job for her. She had better things to do, like Summon and dance in front of the bright blue waves.
Scars, Final Fantasy X, Auron, old scars
Scars existed both inside and out. Auron had plenty of scars. While he had no shame in them, he still made it a point to keep himself as covered as possible. He inwardly smiled at the notion of being a mystery.
When no one was watching, he’d sometimes look at the scars all over his body. Some barely scratched an inch of his skin while others covered a large part of him. Every scar told a story, and nearly all of them had an ending. Some happy, some not. Some brought back great memories, while others brought only unshed tears.
Now, he helped Braska’s daughter, and he knew that one day, all of his scars would fade away.
Author/Artist: electric_butterfly
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Word count: 562
Summary: A few ficlets/drabbles featuring Yuna and Auron
A/N: This batch was written for Dreamwidth’s fic_promptly.
Besaid, Final Fantasy X, any character, putting things back together after Sin attacks
Besaid meant everything to Yuna. So when Sin attacked, she made sure to put everything back together. Obviously, she wasn’t the only one to feel this way. Everyone who lived on Besaid made it a point to make sure that everything would rebuilt stronger than before. Her father, Braska, made sure to help by sacrificing himself to ensure a calm, a time of rebuilding.
Yuna decided that when she grew up, she would do the same. She wanted to do more than make the huts tighter, the buildings sturdier, and the temple almost indestructible. She wanted to rebuild all of Spira with her own powers just as her father did not too long ago.
Religion of the World, Final Fantasy X/X-2, Yuna, loyalty
Yuna always believed in Yevon. If someone asked her how long she believed, she wouldn’t be able to answer, except to say for as long as possible. She never spoke against anyone who questioned Yevon, but she never understood why people would even question, much less challenge the very religion that saved the lives of many on Spira.
She made it a point to pray at least once a day, and show respect to any Priest that walked by her. She earned respect too by aspiring to be a Summoner. For Yuna, it was all about Spira and what she could do for the governing religion. She never cared what others believed or didn’t believe, she only cared to remain as loyal as possible to the religion of the world.
clear blue water, final fantasy X, yuna, bright blue waves
Yuna wished she were a poet, that way she could do more than just view the ocean as “bright blue waves”. She couldn’t do much better than beautiful or misty or loud as they crashed in the beach. She often danced before the waves whether she was Sending the Dead or not. She found that hard to describe too.
Yuna just smiled at the ocean, felt lightweight and free around it. She relaxed when the ocean kissed wind caressed her, and she still couldn’t describe the bright blue waves, except to say that the ocean carried different shades and blue and green. She didn’t want to say that they looked like jewels because that was too cliched. Yuna wasn’t a poet, but she quickly realized that others could do that job for her. She had better things to do, like Summon and dance in front of the bright blue waves.
Scars, Final Fantasy X, Auron, old scars
Scars existed both inside and out. Auron had plenty of scars. While he had no shame in them, he still made it a point to keep himself as covered as possible. He inwardly smiled at the notion of being a mystery.
When no one was watching, he’d sometimes look at the scars all over his body. Some barely scratched an inch of his skin while others covered a large part of him. Every scar told a story, and nearly all of them had an ending. Some happy, some not. Some brought back great memories, while others brought only unshed tears.
Now, he helped Braska’s daughter, and he knew that one day, all of his scars would fade away.