Setting: FFX, who knows where
Theme + Number: Wounded, #5
Warnings: Fuzzies, as usual.
Summary: Obligatory comparison of scars.
Lulu pulled back a few inches, and once more she and Auron became an imperfect mirror, his one good eye staring into the eye she kept unveiled. He reached out and brushed aside the curtain of dark hair that fell across the other half of her face, dividing her features into light and shadow. His lips brushed against the elegant spring of her right eyebrow.
"Only if you stop doing that," Lulu countered fondly.
"It's ugly," Auron growled. "You have nothing to hide."
"I think it's attractive." She leaned close and planted another soft kiss over the buckled, drooping lid of his ruined eye with utmost gentleness. "It keeps the Legendary Hero from being perfect."
He snorted. "It's still ugly."
"Not to me. It's the sign of who you are: what you would sacrifice to defend your Summoner."
"Not exactly. Braska was already dead."
"Stubborn as ever." She resettled his glasses carefully on the bridge of his nose, hiding the worst of the scar. "I still think you have beautiful eyes."