For Them [Final Fantasy X, Lulu, G]
For Them
Tradition can begin anywhere.
For the springkink prompt of: Final Fantasy X, Lulu, Traditions and customs, "It hadn't been cut, ever, outside of a trim."
Long and straight, past her waist and pooling on the floor, black as ink and smooth as anything. But restrained, bound tightly back in braids and by pins, with such varied ornaments her in hair, on her ears, around her delicate neck. Something added for anyone lost, a tradition that began with herself.
Her hair was kept long and lengthy out of respect, in remembrance. It had not been cut, ever, outside of a trim. A tradition from her family, handed down from mother to daughter for so many generations, beyond count. On the island, some said it was impractical, especially for the heat, but they, of course, never listened.
Such strong willed women in Lulu’s family. All practitioners of Magic, all leaving her alone to bear the traditions and customs expected of her. Binding her hair so tightly, to remind herself of her determination, that she would not fail another. To prove her conviction that Yuna would be the one to succeed.
For the lost, for tradition’s sake, and for herself, she tied her hair tight, strands stretched taunt, and pushed weakness aside.
Tradition can begin anywhere.
For the springkink prompt of: Final Fantasy X, Lulu, Traditions and customs, "It hadn't been cut, ever, outside of a trim."
Long and straight, past her waist and pooling on the floor, black as ink and smooth as anything. But restrained, bound tightly back in braids and by pins, with such varied ornaments her in hair, on her ears, around her delicate neck. Something added for anyone lost, a tradition that began with herself.
Her hair was kept long and lengthy out of respect, in remembrance. It had not been cut, ever, outside of a trim. A tradition from her family, handed down from mother to daughter for so many generations, beyond count. On the island, some said it was impractical, especially for the heat, but they, of course, never listened.
Such strong willed women in Lulu’s family. All practitioners of Magic, all leaving her alone to bear the traditions and customs expected of her. Binding her hair so tightly, to remind herself of her determination, that she would not fail another. To prove her conviction that Yuna would be the one to succeed.
For the lost, for tradition’s sake, and for herself, she tied her hair tight, strands stretched taunt, and pushed weakness aside.