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Title: Dancing until the Death Fades
Author: Me. ><;
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Tidus, Mentions of Yuna, Auron, Jecht, An Al Bhed, and slight Wakka and Lulu talking.
Prompt: 040: Dance
Word Count: ... Ho shit. Didn't record.
Rating: Pg, at the most.
Author's Notes: Not spell checked and done in ten minutes.
It was a beautifully sad thing, Tidus thought, watching as Yuna gracefully when through the moves of her Sending. He closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head towards the broken ground as he thought, unaware of anything else. The dance brought back memories he had buried deep, memories that he had thought that he had forgot...
He remembered when his father, Jecht, had disappeared without a trace, leaving him and his mother alone. He had been heartbroken, and he had cried for nights, but it soon turned to anger, like most things did with his father. His mother died not soon after that, and he grieved openly. He could not bear the strain of such suffering, but had managed to live with his passion, Blitzball, and then with Auron.
Then he remembered how he and Auron had been seperated, and how much sorrow he had about that, how much anger about being placed in a world so different, so other than his own, and how he wished he could have someone to hold him, who would let him cry on their shoulder. He was somewhat releaved when the Al Bhed picked him up, but he knew that he would be seperated from them, and he had.
Now, as Yuna moved through the dance of death, another person mourned. The others who gathered there mourned for the dead, yet Tidus mourned for the death of himself, and the death of people to come. His Zanarkand, Spira, and anything inbetween... was merely a cycle of death and sorrow. Everywhere you looked... there was one or the other and it hurt him, deeply.
"Leave him be, Wakka."
"But Lulu, he's crying! You can't just let him be sad, ya?"
"Tidus needs to cry."
"No one needs to cry."
"Would you rather him keep it inside, to kill him slowly?"
"...No."
They didn't know that he was already dead.
Author: Me. ><;
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Tidus, Mentions of Yuna, Auron, Jecht, An Al Bhed, and slight Wakka and Lulu talking.
Prompt: 040: Dance
Word Count: ... Ho shit. Didn't record.
Rating: Pg, at the most.
Author's Notes: Not spell checked and done in ten minutes.
It was a beautifully sad thing, Tidus thought, watching as Yuna gracefully when through the moves of her Sending. He closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head towards the broken ground as he thought, unaware of anything else. The dance brought back memories he had buried deep, memories that he had thought that he had forgot...
He remembered when his father, Jecht, had disappeared without a trace, leaving him and his mother alone. He had been heartbroken, and he had cried for nights, but it soon turned to anger, like most things did with his father. His mother died not soon after that, and he grieved openly. He could not bear the strain of such suffering, but had managed to live with his passion, Blitzball, and then with Auron.
Then he remembered how he and Auron had been seperated, and how much sorrow he had about that, how much anger about being placed in a world so different, so other than his own, and how he wished he could have someone to hold him, who would let him cry on their shoulder. He was somewhat releaved when the Al Bhed picked him up, but he knew that he would be seperated from them, and he had.
Now, as Yuna moved through the dance of death, another person mourned. The others who gathered there mourned for the dead, yet Tidus mourned for the death of himself, and the death of people to come. His Zanarkand, Spira, and anything inbetween... was merely a cycle of death and sorrow. Everywhere you looked... there was one or the other and it hurt him, deeply.
"Leave him be, Wakka."
"But Lulu, he's crying! You can't just let him be sad, ya?"
"Tidus needs to cry."
"No one needs to cry."
"Would you rather him keep it inside, to kill him slowly?"
"...No."
They didn't know that he was already dead.