11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}
Title: The Most Wanted Sound
Theme: 34 : Music/Sound
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning
It is a soft whispery sound that Kuja enjoys the most, the flick of an invigorated tail as his brother lazes happily about the swollen hill of green that resides just a little outside Alexanderia’s Castle. The gentle brushing of fur as it sweeps past the meadow-dewed grass, speaking of contentment, of life, his brother’s life. It is the sound of peace that Zidane can relax now, not fighting for his life, throwing himself constantly into the danger that use to inhabit the world, caused mostly by Kuja himself that still haunt his waking memories. There is still danger, the random monster that is still left from the war that is slowly being buried under the hope of rebirth, and the sounds of rebuilding. The swish as it sways back and forth is the rhythm of his brother’s breath, of his life, and since Kuja’s owes him his, it is a most precious life. For Kuja’s only precious person is the young blond genome that is his brother, and for the sound of his life, it is his favorite and most relaxing. It is his most wanted sound, one he wishes that will continue until it is time to take their final rest, one Kuja admits guiltily he almost ended early.
Zidane’s a little different, but then again they were shades and shadows of each other, but not exactly the same. Though it’s a tiny bit weird and admitted almost girlish, Zidane would have to say his most favorite sound is the sound of soft, but graceful footsteps. The simple fact was because the sound of soft, graceful footsteps described his two most important people in his life. His precious queen, one who he may love with all his heart, if he actually undid his locked heart that had been done so to protect him during the war. The other was of course his silver-crowned brother, who was liken dainty and effeminate, but had power beyond recourse and elegance that he himself did not possess. Each walked with the soft breath of life, bearing the weight of it with a light touch, and an airless grasp. The gentle recourse of the sound makes him perked up with happiness, for they still have life, still survive with a pale touch wrapped in existence. Thus Zidane will admit to relaxing and being soothed by the sounds of tapping on the road or walkways, or the merest swish of the grass crinkling underfoot. Doing justice for all that he lived for and breathed for, the sound of continuing life as another footprint is placed on his heart.
Theme: 34 : Music/Sound
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning
It is a soft whispery sound that Kuja enjoys the most, the flick of an invigorated tail as his brother lazes happily about the swollen hill of green that resides just a little outside Alexanderia’s Castle. The gentle brushing of fur as it sweeps past the meadow-dewed grass, speaking of contentment, of life, his brother’s life. It is the sound of peace that Zidane can relax now, not fighting for his life, throwing himself constantly into the danger that use to inhabit the world, caused mostly by Kuja himself that still haunt his waking memories. There is still danger, the random monster that is still left from the war that is slowly being buried under the hope of rebirth, and the sounds of rebuilding. The swish as it sways back and forth is the rhythm of his brother’s breath, of his life, and since Kuja’s owes him his, it is a most precious life. For Kuja’s only precious person is the young blond genome that is his brother, and for the sound of his life, it is his favorite and most relaxing. It is his most wanted sound, one he wishes that will continue until it is time to take their final rest, one Kuja admits guiltily he almost ended early.
Zidane’s a little different, but then again they were shades and shadows of each other, but not exactly the same. Though it’s a tiny bit weird and admitted almost girlish, Zidane would have to say his most favorite sound is the sound of soft, but graceful footsteps. The simple fact was because the sound of soft, graceful footsteps described his two most important people in his life. His precious queen, one who he may love with all his heart, if he actually undid his locked heart that had been done so to protect him during the war. The other was of course his silver-crowned brother, who was liken dainty and effeminate, but had power beyond recourse and elegance that he himself did not possess. Each walked with the soft breath of life, bearing the weight of it with a light touch, and an airless grasp. The gentle recourse of the sound makes him perked up with happiness, for they still have life, still survive with a pale touch wrapped in existence. Thus Zidane will admit to relaxing and being soothed by the sounds of tapping on the road or walkways, or the merest swish of the grass crinkling underfoot. Doing justice for all that he lived for and breathed for, the sound of continuing life as another footprint is placed on his heart.