{SEMI-OPEN} You're not the answer to my Prayer

[unsent_maester]

WHO: half-naked, wet!Seymour {unsent_maester }, Yuna {letmesendyou } and anyone initially by the beach
WHAT: Plucked from his own wedding, the Maester swims to shore and tries to find answers.
WHERE: Beach
WHEN: Day 158

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[letmesendyou]

Yuna's heart pounded in her throat. She had ran at full gait from the Phantomhive Manor to the shore when Tidus had arrived. Now she tiptoed fearfully along the sand, almost hoping not to find Maester Seymour. Yet... He was a Maester of Yevon; a servant like her. There were things about her life, no matter how scheming the man was, that only he could understand. She kept her resolve, slipping off her shoes to pad onto the lengths of sand spread before her.

She wore a decidedly Victorian frock; the Phantomhive Estate had left an impact on Yuna, and she seemed to be reaching for her new airy cotton dresses bedecked with embroidery just as much as she donned her familiar Asian silks. It seemed a little out of place with her staff; but nowadays she never went anywhere without it; it channeled what little magic she had in this place so that she could use simple spells

[unsent_maester]

Perhaps in Spira, her beautiful dance would have worked. In Spira his body was made of condensed pyreflies housing his Unsent soul. Here in Rivelata, his body was completely living once more. Regardless, he still felt the little wisps of magic tugging at his senses.

"A Sending..." The Maester whispered, turning onto his back and opening amethyst eyes to watch the flawless sky. "So soon, Lady Yuna?" Tilting his head, he caught her gaze.

The Demi-Guado lay motionless except for the rise and fall of his broad tattooed chest, arms spread out as though beckoning for Fate to toy with him. Eyes were half-mast from exhaustion, blinking slowly every now and then.

"Sit with me. Tell me about this land Yevon has put us on, to test our faith in His path."

[letmesendyou]

How absurd it must have looked; a girl dancing in circles around a barely-conscious man lying half in the sea, half on land. Yuna soon realized her attempts at Sending were futile. She stood for a moment, staff held defeated toward the ground, before sinking down to her knees beside the fallen man.

"You probably saw the primer on the place..." They were quick about greeting newcomers with it, "But it's an island where many worlds seem to converge. Our magic is severely dampened. I can barely use healing spells, and..."

She took a deep breath; she knew she would be exposing her greatest weakness, but she also knew...As a summoner, he'd understand her pain.

"My Aeons are gone."

Your replies, Missy *wags finger* One per thread!

[unsent_maester]

He flexed his long fingers, curling then and unfurling them to warm movement back into the muscles. His body felt too tight, as though too much was being crammed into the new compartment. Slowly he forced himself to sit up, brushing sand from his shoulders, arms and back.

"I cannot hear Her." Hands closed around the prayer beads that hung from his neck. "Since I was little She has been there in one form or another and here She is not." He spoke of his mother, the now Fayth to his Aeon 'Anima'.

Amethyst eyes were distant as he stared out at the calm waters.
"The Forest calls. The Sea calls. My voice is gone." Seymour touched his throat as if it were sore. "And the others....can you hear them, Lady Yuna?"

Turning to face her, his expression was one of confusion and sorrow.
"The Unsent; All those who linger here, refusing to accept rest..." Tilting his head to the sky, he closed his eyes. "They sing such a mournful song, one I wish ordinary people could hear due to its beauty and agony; a plea for help."

I'M SORRY!! MY REPLIES ARE ALWAYS IN THE WAY!! SUMIMASEEEN!!

[letmesendyou]

She glanced nervously; meeting his eyes. The tragedy in his gaze was too much to bear. It made her heart ache and burn inside her breast. He understood the emptiness left inside of her; like the other half of her heart was gone.

As he flexed his shirtless body, Yuna turned discreetly away. it seemed wrong to gaze on him that way. His tattoos piqued her curiosity though; they were often hidden in the folds of his robes.

Yuna thought of the unsent souls that haunted the place. She felt them crying, aching, wandering.

"They're so lonely...and scared. It's like they can't find rest."

She remained knelt in the sand, hands over her heart. The summonness lifted her mismatched eyes to meet Seymour's- perhaps she had heard the song coming from his heart.

YOU'RE TURNING INTO A PATRONIZING PERSON D8

[unsent_maester]

"The greatest gift Yevon has blessed us with, is useless here." Seymour sighed, staring at his palms as though disgusted with them. "What use are we servants of His Way if we cannot help here?"

The man ran a clawed hand through his hair, feeling the bumps where he had severed certain parts of it. They stung numbly.

Idly he opened his journal, tapping the page with a fingernail.
"It seems your friends do not like me at all being near you, Lady Yuna. They may hurry here for your sake. Shall I take my leave?"

I COULDN'T BE TSUNDERE IF YOU GAVE ME TSUNDERE PILLS. :|

[letmesendyou]

Yuna toyed with the hem of her dress, cameo jewelry jingling as she faced the sea again. Her mind was full of wandering thoughts; of Seymour's plight, the loss of her Aeons, the cries of so many lost, scared souls. Chains of burden ground as they clenched around Yuna's heart

Aww Yuna ;OOO;

[unsent_maester]

"Hm?" Seymour blinked, slightly tilting his head quizzically. "My hair?"

He smiled softly at her concern. Lady Yuna, ever the bleeding heart.
"Back in Spira, my appearance was only just barely accepted. Rivelata has never seen the likes of the Guado before. I have to blend in, somewhat."

Usually his skin was the hue of perfect health, for the man was always active. Presently he seemed blanched and his eyes seemed tired amongst their sorrow.

"It is nothing to be concerned over, Lady Yuna. Some rest and a long soak in fresh water will rejuvenate me amply."

CRASHING THIS PARTY, YO.

[endofsin]

Tidus had gained maturity through out his journey, with the things he had seen and done, he had to mature some. The only problem was, certain people had ways of getting under his skin and when one of these people was around Yuna, all the more reason for concern

A WILD TIDUS APPEARS

[unsent_maester]

The hush of the sea told him about Tidus before his eyes even registered the young man. Sitting down gave the Maester the disadvantage of having to look up to meet his gaze, when usually his height allowed him to peer down at the impatient boy.

"Ah, Tidus. Glad you could join us." His velvet voice purred, tone very pleasant and civil. After all, he had played this game far longer than Tidus had. "Care to join us and tell me more about this Yevon-forsaken place?"

[letmesendyou]

Yuna remained knelt in the sand, and shot Tidus a helpless look; The tension in the air was thick enough to cut. Her little hand traveled from her lap to reach up and grasp Tidus' hand. She wasn't sure why; whether she was reassuring Tidus, comforting herself, or defying Seymour. But either way, she disguised the action to pull Tidus a bit closer to her, and if anything, keep him from using his sword.

Her eyes were still watery from thinking about her beloved Aeons; so she ducked her head modestly, hair fanning about her face.

[endofsin]

He tilted his chin upwards to Seymour at the greeting, nodding was all he could do. Yuna took his hand and he forced a smile to the surface, tried to pull through the tension that he had played a large effect on. Tidus glanced between them before releasing her hand and moving to the other side of Yuna to take a seat, but not without stabbing the tip of his sword into the sand so it was standing up on its own.

Tidus plopped down beside her with a resigned sigh. What choice did he have? He stared out at the ocean, instead of over at the other two. He could try and play the civilized game, even when things were itching beneath his skin, urging him to do the exact opposite.

[unsent_maester]

How very droll. Here he was, freshly arrived in Rivelata and rather fatigued- and the boy had brought his sword. For what purpose? To assert his masculinity? It almost made Seymour laugh aloud.

Ah children.

"Miss Rikku seemed rather eager to tell me of my future in Spira, seeing as she has already lived it through." Seymour mused, flipping through his journal. "I do not know what knowledge you possess on that matter, Tidus and for the sake of politeness I would rather you not tell me."

"Me being here now changes a fair few things, I would think. I have no intention of pursuing the political marriage to Lady Yuna now we are no longer in Spira." He managed a small smirk, chuckling softly. "So do not think you need a sword to convince me to leave her be."