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Dribble ~ Guard your emotions...
A dribble is something that would have been a drabble except that I'm too longwinded.
It's 4:30 AM, I have insomnia, and I felt like scribbling something. This is what came out.
Title: Guard Your Emotions
Pairing: Auron/Lulu
Rating: PG-13 (mild violence)
Guard your emotions, then guard your summoner.
That's harder for you than it used to be, isn't it? Yet I refuse to feel one shred of guilt as I turn in the snow leaving red cherry drops and bring my hand down raining sparks on the machina that caught Rikku and me both by surprise. You keep your eyes forward and veer away; there are fiends to worry about too.
The gold-tipped end of Yuna's staff flashes off to my left, and I shake my head. No need to waste Aeons on these creatures. The summit's close, Zanarkand's after; she must let us do our jobs for now.
It's harder for me, too, Auron, when I see four fists slam into you from that frost-breathed behemoth and hear a crunch that a breastplate can't muffle. Your sword comes up from somewhere, and I see a rain of yellow sparks connect just before you go down under its feet.
That's my cue. Fire leaps across the space between my outstretched fingers and the enemy. Its howls barely touch me, nor the satisfying thud when it crashes down. You groan and pick yourself up, dragging your sword as you limp back to Yuna.
Guard your emotions. Guard your Summoner.
Then guard your Guardian.
It's 4:30 AM, I have insomnia, and I felt like scribbling something. This is what came out.
Title: Guard Your Emotions
Pairing: Auron/Lulu
Rating: PG-13 (mild violence)
Guard your emotions, then guard your summoner.
That's harder for you than it used to be, isn't it? Yet I refuse to feel one shred of guilt as I turn in the snow leaving red cherry drops and bring my hand down raining sparks on the machina that caught Rikku and me both by surprise. You keep your eyes forward and veer away; there are fiends to worry about too.
The gold-tipped end of Yuna's staff flashes off to my left, and I shake my head. No need to waste Aeons on these creatures. The summit's close, Zanarkand's after; she must let us do our jobs for now.
It's harder for me, too, Auron, when I see four fists slam into you from that frost-breathed behemoth and hear a crunch that a breastplate can't muffle. Your sword comes up from somewhere, and I see a rain of yellow sparks connect just before you go down under its feet.
That's my cue. Fire leaps across the space between my outstretched fingers and the enemy. Its howls barely touch me, nor the satisfying thud when it crashes down. You groan and pick yourself up, dragging your sword as you limp back to Yuna.
Guard your emotions. Guard your Summoner.
Then guard your Guardian.
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The last line is beautiful :)
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