Setting: FFX, Zanarkand Ruins
Theme/Number: Clinging, #18
Summary: Quick vignette (actual drabble) on the threshold of Zanarkand.
Tidus and Yuna were asleep in each other's arms, her ribbons wrapped around his arms like a gentle leash. Overhead, pyreflies danced a Final lullabye for the Summoner. Rikku dozed in a heap, worn out with wishing. Wakka snored beside her. Kimahri waited, eyes fixed fiercely towards distant spires.
Auron did not tell Lulu to rest. They guarded the fire and their Summoner. His hands traced the lines of her shoulders, face and neck for hours until his arms came to nestle around her waist.
Life. Death. Lulu sensed both in him, numbly certain that tomorrow, one would finally win.