Helluin (auronlu) wrote in pyre_flies,
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Aulu ~ Thief

Title: Snooping
Setting: FFX, Thunder Plains Inn
Theme + Number: Thief, #20
Pairing: Auron/Lulu (pre-relationship)
Rating: G
Warnings: Nope.
Summary: Lulu prowling, trying to figure out Auron's secret.



So Auron did sleep, after all.

Since Guadosalam, Lulu had been chewing on an unsettling possibility. The clues were confusing: He breathed. He bled. He showed pain. How much was sham?

She had risen before dawn (such dawn as there was on the Thunder Plains), restless and brooding over her Summoner. Yuna would tell them, or not, at the right time. But she was rash. Lulu loved her like the moon, but knew the quest had suddenly become far more dangerous, and she must watch Yuna ten times more carefully now. Ginnem had said everything would be fine, too.

Then again, Ginnem had lacked Sir Auron for a Guardian.

He was sprawled out in a chair in the lobby, snoring faintly, his unsheathed sword propped against his leg. His scowl had eased in sleep. He still looked disgruntled. But she could see more clearly that he was not so old as his weathered scars and white hair made him seem.

That did not help at all.

Gripping her skirts to muffle the jingling, she glided closer.

Yes, he was breathing.

The scent of the Farplane, Maester Seymour had said. She inhaled behind his neck and noticed only that a man who had not showered ought to smell of more than the leather and cloth he wore. Another clue.

Lulu held her breath, circling around to study his features at close quarters. His glasses had slipped down his nose. Yes, he still had something of an eye beneath that twisted lid. She wondered how it had happened; that last sphere they watched of Braska's journey showed he had been in possession of both eyes this far along on the pilgrimage.

The stubble on his cheeks never really grew more or less... did he shave, or was that another hint that his time was up?

So close. Her lips hovered over Auron's temple as she sought answers and felt the twist in her stomach that hinted at far more basic wants.

The mage straightened, turned, and glided away, head bowed. Not yet. Yevon only knew how he might respond, and Yuna did not need her senior Guardians edgy in each other's presence right now. One stolen kiss was not worth the trouble it might cause.

Auron raised his head and followed the mage's retreating back towards the hallway. A smirk crossed his face. "Wonderful," he muttered, settled back again, and closed his eye.
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