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FFX: Gifts
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Like blitzing, sword fighting is more difficult than it looks. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"A gift from Jecht," Auron had said, almost casually, like he didn't know the weight of it. The sword, that is -- but not just the sword, but the words, the idea, and it's the whole impact of that that made him unsteady on his feet. Well, some of it was clumsiness -- clumsiness! from a blitzball player! -- but most of it was the idea and the weight of the sword.
See, Jecht was never one for gifts. Not even for Tidus' mother. He might bring back some souvenir, but he never -- he never thought about it, never considered it from every angle and picked out something they'd like. And well -- if he had, why had Auron taken so god damned long to hand it over?
No, Tidus decided, the blade couldn't be a gift from Jecht. It was too personal. Too right. The grip fit in his hand perfectly even if he wasn't used to the weight, and somehow with it there, solid and real in his hand, he knew how to fight. It was like blitzing, he thought, distantly -- like blitzing. Natural. Easy. The air like water, the blade like a ball, the movements graceful, quick, carefu --
Auron laughed at him and didn't offer him a hand up.
He was more careful when he got up again -- there were just... things to be learnt. Like blitzing. A messed up shot that he'd learn in time.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Like blitzing, sword fighting is more difficult than it looks. For
30_fantasies."A gift from Jecht," Auron had said, almost casually, like he didn't know the weight of it. The sword, that is -- but not just the sword, but the words, the idea, and it's the whole impact of that that made him unsteady on his feet. Well, some of it was clumsiness -- clumsiness! from a blitzball player! -- but most of it was the idea and the weight of the sword.
See, Jecht was never one for gifts. Not even for Tidus' mother. He might bring back some souvenir, but he never -- he never thought about it, never considered it from every angle and picked out something they'd like. And well -- if he had, why had Auron taken so god damned long to hand it over?
No, Tidus decided, the blade couldn't be a gift from Jecht. It was too personal. Too right. The grip fit in his hand perfectly even if he wasn't used to the weight, and somehow with it there, solid and real in his hand, he knew how to fight. It was like blitzing, he thought, distantly -- like blitzing. Natural. Easy. The air like water, the blade like a ball, the movements graceful, quick, carefu --
Auron laughed at him and didn't offer him a hand up.
He was more careful when he got up again -- there were just... things to be learnt. Like blitzing. A messed up shot that he'd learn in time.