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FFX-2: Footloose
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: Gippal POV, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Gippal wanted to see everything.
I used to long to see all the temples. Not because I believed in Yevon, of course, I didn't, but because the temples meant so much to so many people. In my eyes, that meant that they couldn't entirely be a fraud. I used to stand in the middle of the desert, and watch the sand blow by, watch the landscape changing day by day, the world I knew changing over and over again. I wanted to see the temples that had provided a constant for the rest of Spira, but left out the Al Bhed.
When Lady Yuna's Calm came, I had the chance. I visited Killika temple, where Lord Ohalland trained for blitzball. I went to Djose after that, and fell in love. If you can fall in love with a place, I fell in love with Djose, hard. I could feel the electricity crackling all around me, like magic, and I would believe in anything, even Yevon, just for a chance to stay there and feel that magic longer.
Later, I made Djose temple my home, but I hadn't forgotten the other temples I still hadn't seen. Even though I loved Djose, I still felt the need to wander, to see every temple. I walked in Macalania Woods and almost mourned the loss of the temple, feeling the heartbreaking tranquility of those dying woods. I visited Besaid, and had the people tell me, over and over again, how wonderful 'their' summoner, Lady Yuna, was.
I visited all the temples, until only Bevelle was left.
I put off visiting Bevelle for a long time. Baralai was there, and we... although we'd parted on good terms, we hadn't seen each other in a long time. We'd once been lovers and once we'd whispered about love and forever. I was almost scared to see him, the man who knew me better than any other, the man who held my heart in his hands. And besides, I had been saving Bevelle for last, and, as if the sight of that last temple had too much finality about it, I hardly dared go. But I went, eventually.
And Baralai was there.
So many people found faith and strength in the temples. Their own images of Yevon, to hold inside them and give them hope. I found love there, and a home that didn't change every time the wind did. With the sight of that final temple, I finally settled down a bit, into my home and with my love, as if the unchanging peace of the temples, even though their age had gone, had finally cancelled out the restlessness of the desert in me.
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: Gippal POV, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Gippal wanted to see everything.
I used to long to see all the temples. Not because I believed in Yevon, of course, I didn't, but because the temples meant so much to so many people. In my eyes, that meant that they couldn't entirely be a fraud. I used to stand in the middle of the desert, and watch the sand blow by, watch the landscape changing day by day, the world I knew changing over and over again. I wanted to see the temples that had provided a constant for the rest of Spira, but left out the Al Bhed.
When Lady Yuna's Calm came, I had the chance. I visited Killika temple, where Lord Ohalland trained for blitzball. I went to Djose after that, and fell in love. If you can fall in love with a place, I fell in love with Djose, hard. I could feel the electricity crackling all around me, like magic, and I would believe in anything, even Yevon, just for a chance to stay there and feel that magic longer.
Later, I made Djose temple my home, but I hadn't forgotten the other temples I still hadn't seen. Even though I loved Djose, I still felt the need to wander, to see every temple. I walked in Macalania Woods and almost mourned the loss of the temple, feeling the heartbreaking tranquility of those dying woods. I visited Besaid, and had the people tell me, over and over again, how wonderful 'their' summoner, Lady Yuna, was.
I visited all the temples, until only Bevelle was left.
I put off visiting Bevelle for a long time. Baralai was there, and we... although we'd parted on good terms, we hadn't seen each other in a long time. We'd once been lovers and once we'd whispered about love and forever. I was almost scared to see him, the man who knew me better than any other, the man who held my heart in his hands. And besides, I had been saving Bevelle for last, and, as if the sight of that last temple had too much finality about it, I hardly dared go. But I went, eventually.
And Baralai was there.
So many people found faith and strength in the temples. Their own images of Yevon, to hold inside them and give them hope. I found love there, and a home that didn't change every time the wind did. With the sight of that final temple, I finally settled down a bit, into my home and with my love, as if the unchanging peace of the temples, even though their age had gone, had finally cancelled out the restlessness of the desert in me.