Setting: FFX, any old where
Theme + Number: Foolish (43)
Warnings: Naughty bits.
Summary: Auron, more than a little distracted. (Actual drabble.)
Twilight lips tickling leathery skin were not part of the plan.
Tidus. Yuna. Oaths. Sin. All on schedule. Dead Maesters, an ill-advised wedding, and excommunication were minor but unavoidable setbacks. But this?
This was folly. And the mage of all people should have known better. She had seen the stakes, lost twice already.
Lulu was only human, however, like the rest of them. Oncoming death had a way of squeezing out last-minute regrets.
Dear Yevon -- Yevon not so dear -- when her white hands cast away the black sheath that concealed desire molded into tangible, pearly flesh, I was human too.