A Second Chance. Ginnem/Lulu. FFX kind of...
Title: A Second Chance
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: Ginnem/Lulu
Prompt: Lulu
Rating: PG
Words: 500
Spoilers: Calm Lands side quest.
Author's Note: I thought it'd be nice if I gave Lulu and Ginnem a bit of happiness amongst my angst ridden drabbles ;) So here's a modern/AU!FFX.
You were inexperienced when you first met Ginnem; the printer still wouldn't heed your curses and the computer seemed to cackle at your frustration. She, however, had been in this job for awhile and appeared to juggle everything seamlessly. A knitted scarf without a thread out of place. The printer happily whistled out documents, the computer purred as she typed, and she was now assisting a newbie like you.
Time passed, the sun danced past the moon, and soon you too were able to cast your spell over the building's technology; though the machines you touched felt abnormal to you still. You preferred using the phones, emails were a barren click clacking, like scuttling crabs, and though a voice on the phone was distant it was at least alive. Ginnem often understood and made you ring her; enjoying the low rushing brook of your words as you spoke to her about the accounts.
It was her peaceful presence which drew you to her; salve upon your frazzled nerves on the most hectic of days. Words were always swimming with the movements of her hands. The images she spun reminded you of a Priestess conjuring up an other being as she chanted.
At first it had been a simple friendship, close to a gunpowder explosion of something more, and then you just slipped into the final piece of the puzzle; one day you were friends, the next your playful touches and hugs always ended with a kiss. Ginnem left flowers at your desk, roses which were the only colour in the drab grey building, and you winded them through the button holes in your cuffs; wherever you went a splash of passionate red followed you.
You were considered the two 'mother hens' of the office where your friends and family worked; Ginnem the kind, serene, dove while you were the neutral crow, who murmured advice as softly as a fluttered wing and had a rare smile which meant that everything was truly pleasant.
It was raining on the day she left the office for a meeting; you watched her leave with a smile and turned once she was out of sight.
Something pierced your stomach and tore a warning into your trembling womb; fire growled, ice splintered, your waters burned, and a charge of electricity rumbled through. There was a pull dragging you outside to meet the spitting sky and following after your dove; a thousand words that held no meaning flashed through your mind.
Fayth, Calm Lands, Fiend.
You could see her, crossing the road, and you seemed to fly; Valfor's wings aiding you in hurried flight.
Bodies colliding. You fell onto the path. A car shrieked past; wheels ripping up water and throwing it everywhere in a splatter of violence.
Neither of you noticed.
She smiled inquisitively up at you as tears of relief dripped down your face. Something inside of you made a contented sigh and buried itself deeper inside the part of your memories you had forgotten.