Morning Glow
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Yuna and Lulu
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. I was simply inspired by this song on the way home from work today.
Notes: Short drabble, featuring Lulu and Yuna after the events of FFX. Pumped it out after work while I still had some of the visuals and conversation dancing around.
The lone summoner sat with her legs dangling over the edge of Luca’s docks as Lulu approached. Yuna heard the measured gait of her closest companion, but she had exhausted her energy whistling to the seas, and did not turn to greet her guest.
Lulu stopped beside the younger woman and stood, observing the dawn sky as well. With the patience of a woman who’d witnessed enough to know it was best to not speak unless spoken to, she studied the flight and chatter of the white gulls, waiting for Yuna to speak.
“I have completed my pilgrimage, and yet…”
“You cannot return home,” Lulu offered a dangling hand. Her arms were long enough for Yuna to press a cheek against her palms without the mage bending down. Lulu’s bare skin was cool and moist, smelling of the sea.
“You can go back to Besaid, if you’d like.”
“I am your Guardian.” Lulu’s thumb stroked her soft cheek.
“For how long?” Yuna asked. Her dependency was showing, and Lulu found she was still attracted to the summoner’s naïve honesty.
“Until you find what you are searching for.”
Yuna entwined fingers with her Guardian. “The place I see when I close my eyes,” a pregnant pause, “His Zanarkand. It is always His Zanarkand.”
Lulu knew. She had always known, since the day the Bringer of the Eternal Calm and her Guardians parted ways. Kimahri and Rikku had their own nations to rebuild. Auron found his rightful slumber, and Wakka had devoted himself to Blitzball. Visiting Wakka had been Yuna’s excuse for traveling to Luca.
For Lulu, there was nothing else but the nostalgic gaze in Yuna’s eyes during moments like these, and the vibrant smile on her face when the people of Spira thanked her for sacrifice. The Guardian’s only regret was that there would never be a Calm for her Lady Summoner.
The Morning Dew was heavy on her lips. Lulu studied the rising sun. Chappu would never return, and neither would He. It had taken years for her younger self to come to terms with the disappointment.
Looking down at Yuna, she could not picture the summoner growing hard to the world, as she had.
“If you are going to take up sea gazing,” Lulu raised Yuna to her feet, “perhaps we should go to Kilika next.”
Yuna nodded. “Okay. I would like that, I think.”
With her violet lips, Lulu kissed Yuna’s forehead and held her close. “Tomorrow, then.”
“Yes. Perhaps I will find Zanarkand… Tomorrow.”
Characters: Yuna and Lulu
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. I was simply inspired by this song on the way home from work today.
Notes: Short drabble, featuring Lulu and Yuna after the events of FFX. Pumped it out after work while I still had some of the visuals and conversation dancing around.
The lone summoner sat with her legs dangling over the edge of Luca’s docks as Lulu approached. Yuna heard the measured gait of her closest companion, but she had exhausted her energy whistling to the seas, and did not turn to greet her guest.
Lulu stopped beside the younger woman and stood, observing the dawn sky as well. With the patience of a woman who’d witnessed enough to know it was best to not speak unless spoken to, she studied the flight and chatter of the white gulls, waiting for Yuna to speak.
“I have completed my pilgrimage, and yet…”
“You cannot return home,” Lulu offered a dangling hand. Her arms were long enough for Yuna to press a cheek against her palms without the mage bending down. Lulu’s bare skin was cool and moist, smelling of the sea.
“You can go back to Besaid, if you’d like.”
“I am your Guardian.” Lulu’s thumb stroked her soft cheek.
“For how long?” Yuna asked. Her dependency was showing, and Lulu found she was still attracted to the summoner’s naïve honesty.
“Until you find what you are searching for.”
Yuna entwined fingers with her Guardian. “The place I see when I close my eyes,” a pregnant pause, “His Zanarkand. It is always His Zanarkand.”
Lulu knew. She had always known, since the day the Bringer of the Eternal Calm and her Guardians parted ways. Kimahri and Rikku had their own nations to rebuild. Auron found his rightful slumber, and Wakka had devoted himself to Blitzball. Visiting Wakka had been Yuna’s excuse for traveling to Luca.
For Lulu, there was nothing else but the nostalgic gaze in Yuna’s eyes during moments like these, and the vibrant smile on her face when the people of Spira thanked her for sacrifice. The Guardian’s only regret was that there would never be a Calm for her Lady Summoner.
The Morning Dew was heavy on her lips. Lulu studied the rising sun. Chappu would never return, and neither would He. It had taken years for her younger self to come to terms with the disappointment.
Looking down at Yuna, she could not picture the summoner growing hard to the world, as she had.
“If you are going to take up sea gazing,” Lulu raised Yuna to her feet, “perhaps we should go to Kilika next.”
Yuna nodded. “Okay. I would like that, I think.”
With her violet lips, Lulu kissed Yuna’s forehead and held her close. “Tomorrow, then.”
“Yes. Perhaps I will find Zanarkand… Tomorrow.”