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Auron, Tidus: Breath

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Jun. 30th, 2006 | 10:56 pm
posted by: ourdailymask in pyre_flies

Title: Breath
Setting: FFX, near the end
Theme + Number: #2, breathing
Pairing/Character/Friendship: Auron, Tidus
Rating: K+
Warnings: spoilers for Auron's little secret
Summary: Getting answers is all about asking the right question.


The wind off the airship was cold at night. Tidus could see Auron up by the edge, still except for the movement of his robes. He tried not to shiver. Beyond him, and off to the right, there was Sin. Rippled grey skin made of old dreams. An open mouth. Hello, Dad.

"Auron!" he shouted. "What are you doing?"

Auron looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Tidus. Silly question. He turned back to Sin.

Tidus jogged across the airship's bow, footsteps ringing on the metal. Auron didn't look at him. In a slightly less serious time, he would've waved a hand across Auron's face to see if he could get the older man to react.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Auron," he started, "did you...?" He stopped, waved a hand hopelessly at Sin.

"Did I what?" Auron was looking at him, now.

Tidus walked to the edge of the airship and back. He'd always been prone to pacing, tight circles in his house, the length and width of the locker room. Had Auron ever been on a team?

"I don't know. Did you ever play blitzball?"

With a smirk, Auron loosened the jug at his hip and took a sip. "Your father tried to teach me. I could never hold my breath."

The question Tidus was groping for slid out of his fingers. He looked out at the night, the stars, the tiny lights shining on Sin's back. Slowly, something dawned on him. "But since you, ever since Yunalesca, after... Do you even need to breathe anymore?"

Auron laughed so loud that Tidus thought maybe Jecht could hear it, too.

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from: mneme_forgets
date: Jul. 1st, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
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Heh, this is good. The last part there is obviously awesome. Short pieces are great for delivering a punch at the end and I am highly amused by the thought that a dead Auron is in an excellent position to pursue a blitzball career. That is the sort of thing that would tumble out of Tidus' mouth.

I adore the way you describe Sin: "Rippled grey skin made of old dreams." That's lovely as can be.

Tidus does seem the type of person to pace a lot as well. He's full of energy.

I really enjoy the way you explore the characters of Tidus and Auron. I liked reading this. :)

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