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FFX-2: Suffering
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He never had the patience for magic. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Gippal is too impatient for magic. Not many Al Bhed bother with magic to start with. Harnessing the power of machina is more their line. Machina and mixes and grenades and whatever else will go boom in a loud and satisfying way given enough encouragement. But still, there are still some Al Bhed mages, and every kid gets the chance to learn magic.
Gippal likes solid things. Things you can reach out and touch. He doesn't like messing around in his head, learning the words of magic, deepening his reserves of power and mastering more and more powerful spells. He doesn't like the time you need to learn all of it.
So he drops out of the magic classes before he's even really begun.
He finds the almost dead kid on the fringes of camp a year later. He gives the kid all the water he has, but he just chokes it back up, chest heaving with the effort. He's half starved and he's survived longer in the desert than any human has a right to.
Gippal cradles the kid and wishes he had white magic, the power to heal, the power to place his hand on the kid's sunburnt skin and whisper the pain away with soothing spells, he wishes he had the power to make that body live or at least die without more suffering.
He tries it. He holds the words in his mind, tells the kid he'll try. He's not sure the kid even hears him anymore, if he did at all, but he gathers up the power and whispers the words, feeling it all slip away from him like the boy's life, like the desert sand held in cupped hands.
The boy dies in his arms, without the water left in his body to waste on tears.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He never had the patience for magic. For
30_fantasies.Gippal is too impatient for magic. Not many Al Bhed bother with magic to start with. Harnessing the power of machina is more their line. Machina and mixes and grenades and whatever else will go boom in a loud and satisfying way given enough encouragement. But still, there are still some Al Bhed mages, and every kid gets the chance to learn magic.
Gippal likes solid things. Things you can reach out and touch. He doesn't like messing around in his head, learning the words of magic, deepening his reserves of power and mastering more and more powerful spells. He doesn't like the time you need to learn all of it.
So he drops out of the magic classes before he's even really begun.
He finds the almost dead kid on the fringes of camp a year later. He gives the kid all the water he has, but he just chokes it back up, chest heaving with the effort. He's half starved and he's survived longer in the desert than any human has a right to.
Gippal cradles the kid and wishes he had white magic, the power to heal, the power to place his hand on the kid's sunburnt skin and whisper the pain away with soothing spells, he wishes he had the power to make that body live or at least die without more suffering.
He tries it. He holds the words in his mind, tells the kid he'll try. He's not sure the kid even hears him anymore, if he did at all, but he gathers up the power and whispers the words, feeling it all slip away from him like the boy's life, like the desert sand held in cupped hands.
The boy dies in his arms, without the water left in his body to waste on tears.
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Nicely done, and very poignant.