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FFX: Alone
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: Jecht/Auron/Braska
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Auron makes sure she knows she doesn't have to do it all alone.
"Your father... I loved him."
"Didn't everyone?"
There's a hint of bitter in her voice that makes Auron sigh, but then he shakes his head. He steps forward, closer to her, because her lifeforce is bright and almost visible to the dead like him. "I don't mean like that. I mean... I loved him because he was Braska, not because he was a summoner."
"As a friend." Yuna turns to Auron, fingers nervously smoothing her hair. He notes the nervous habit and, with a tiny smile, reaches up to stop her, shaking his head. There's very little of Braska in her face. Auron imagines she looks like her mother.
"No. As more than a friend." The startled look in her eyes, the shock, makes him look away for a moment. He clears his throat and thinks of Braska, of Braska's shy smiles and the laughter the three of them shared. "We loved Jecht, too," he admits.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because..."
He turns to look at her again, and reaches to put his fingers under her chin, pushing her face up. He forces her to meet his eyes and see all the truth and concern there. She bites her lip a little, but she stays put.
"Because I want you to know that Braska was not alone. And you don't have to do it alone, either."
His eyes go to Tidus, just for a second, and then back to her. The colour on her cheeks rises and she looks away.
"Thank you."
Pairing: Jecht/Auron/Braska
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Auron makes sure she knows she doesn't have to do it all alone.
"Your father... I loved him."
"Didn't everyone?"
There's a hint of bitter in her voice that makes Auron sigh, but then he shakes his head. He steps forward, closer to her, because her lifeforce is bright and almost visible to the dead like him. "I don't mean like that. I mean... I loved him because he was Braska, not because he was a summoner."
"As a friend." Yuna turns to Auron, fingers nervously smoothing her hair. He notes the nervous habit and, with a tiny smile, reaches up to stop her, shaking his head. There's very little of Braska in her face. Auron imagines she looks like her mother.
"No. As more than a friend." The startled look in her eyes, the shock, makes him look away for a moment. He clears his throat and thinks of Braska, of Braska's shy smiles and the laughter the three of them shared. "We loved Jecht, too," he admits.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because..."
He turns to look at her again, and reaches to put his fingers under her chin, pushing her face up. He forces her to meet his eyes and see all the truth and concern there. She bites her lip a little, but she stays put.
"Because I want you to know that Braska was not alone. And you don't have to do it alone, either."
His eyes go to Tidus, just for a second, and then back to her. The colour on her cheeks rises and she looks away.
"Thank you."
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