FFX-2: Desert Flowers
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: Sap, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Baralai will wait. Comes shortly after You.
You hold me close while the rain falls. Once you told me that the rain is so rare in the desert that all the plants close themselves up and hide away, waiting for it. You said that they wait years, years and years, sometimes, for it to rain. But a few days after the rain, the desert comes alive. The plants grow, bright flowered, and gain a foothold, for a while. You said that they soon retreat, waiting for the rain to come again.
You sounded like you loved the desert, even as you explained that it is your enemy. You sounded as if the place is as deep rooted in you as the plants are deep rooted in it. You sounded as if you both loved and hated the desert; loved it for its beauty, hated it for it cruelness.
I fell in love with you for the way you spoke about the desert. Your voice had an accent to it, like the flavour of poetry, that told me more than your words. You told me that you would show me the desert, and your Home, and your desert rose, that girl you loved.
And yet, here we lie, your arm wrapped around me. The rain pounds on the sand outside, making dull thudding sounds, like the sound of your heart, but faster. It hits the sides of our tent, like stones thrown by naughty children, trying to drive us out. But laying here with your arm around me, I wouldn't move even if kids would stone us if I did not. Unless you did. I would follow you, if you moved.
I have loved you for so long. I fell in love with you when we were in the Crimson Squad, but then we all separated. I loved you from afar, almost forgetting that I did, sometimes, reminded only by dreams, in the time in between. And then there was Vegnagun, and we were together again, and I fell in love, all over again.
But it's only now that I even knew you wanted me. I still don't know if you love me.
Laying here like this makes me wonder. Are you rain, and am I the desert? Have I been waiting for your love for years, holding myself back, curling myself up, to preserve myself, until you will love me?
And does this mean I'll have to suffer again without you soon?
I will, you know. I'll wait, and save myself, and if you want to love me again, I'll be ready to open up to you again.
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: Sap, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Baralai will wait. Comes shortly after You.
You hold me close while the rain falls. Once you told me that the rain is so rare in the desert that all the plants close themselves up and hide away, waiting for it. You said that they wait years, years and years, sometimes, for it to rain. But a few days after the rain, the desert comes alive. The plants grow, bright flowered, and gain a foothold, for a while. You said that they soon retreat, waiting for the rain to come again.
You sounded like you loved the desert, even as you explained that it is your enemy. You sounded as if the place is as deep rooted in you as the plants are deep rooted in it. You sounded as if you both loved and hated the desert; loved it for its beauty, hated it for it cruelness.
I fell in love with you for the way you spoke about the desert. Your voice had an accent to it, like the flavour of poetry, that told me more than your words. You told me that you would show me the desert, and your Home, and your desert rose, that girl you loved.
And yet, here we lie, your arm wrapped around me. The rain pounds on the sand outside, making dull thudding sounds, like the sound of your heart, but faster. It hits the sides of our tent, like stones thrown by naughty children, trying to drive us out. But laying here with your arm around me, I wouldn't move even if kids would stone us if I did not. Unless you did. I would follow you, if you moved.
I have loved you for so long. I fell in love with you when we were in the Crimson Squad, but then we all separated. I loved you from afar, almost forgetting that I did, sometimes, reminded only by dreams, in the time in between. And then there was Vegnagun, and we were together again, and I fell in love, all over again.
But it's only now that I even knew you wanted me. I still don't know if you love me.
Laying here like this makes me wonder. Are you rain, and am I the desert? Have I been waiting for your love for years, holding myself back, curling myself up, to preserve myself, until you will love me?
And does this mean I'll have to suffer again without you soon?
I will, you know. I'll wait, and save myself, and if you want to love me again, I'll be ready to open up to you again.