FFX: Everyone Can
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: Tidus/Yuna
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Lulu attempts to teach them black magic. For
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"No, not like that. There's no need to try so hard. Just do it."
Tidus tried. And tried again, because Lulu didn't exactly hold with giving up easily. And, after all, Yuna was watching him with a smile on her face that said she thought he wouldn't be able to do it. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't cast a spell. "I don't think I'm the mage type," he said, finally, with a sigh.
"Everyone can be a mage," Lulu corrected, tossing her head a little so the beads on the ends of her braids clacked together. "I'm not special just because I have power. You'll have to try again. Not now, though. Maybe when we've travelled more and you're a little stronger. I'll make black mages of you and Yuna yet."
Tidus laughed. "You're like a school teacher, Lulu. Relentless!"
She raised an amused eyebrow at him. "Oh?"
"Relentless and so serious," Yuna agreed, getting up and brushing her skirt off carefully. She smiled brightly at Lulu, making a face at Tidus. "I'm sure we will both manage it with your help, though."
"You don't need my help," Lulu sighed, somewhat exasperatedly. "Both of you are more than strong enough to learn magic on your own, given time. A thing we have plenty of, on this pilgrimage."
There was a brief moment in which Lulu and Yuna's eyes met, but neither said anything. Tidus wasn't yet to know that plenty of time was still not enough time -- not in the eyes of the other guardians. He broke the silence with some cheery whistling, pushing his hands into his pockets.
"Well, doesn't look like we'll get any more done today. Want to come for a walk, Yuna?"
"A walk sounds nice," Lulu said, quietly. She glanced at Yuna and then shook her head slightly, obviously thinking something over before she spoke again. "Have fun, you two."
Tidus grinned again. "I'm sure we will, Lu."
He didn't look back to see Lulu watching them, something conflicting and unhappy in her eyes.
Pairing: Tidus/Yuna
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Lulu attempts to teach them black magic. For
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"No, not like that. There's no need to try so hard. Just do it."
Tidus tried. And tried again, because Lulu didn't exactly hold with giving up easily. And, after all, Yuna was watching him with a smile on her face that said she thought he wouldn't be able to do it. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't cast a spell. "I don't think I'm the mage type," he said, finally, with a sigh.
"Everyone can be a mage," Lulu corrected, tossing her head a little so the beads on the ends of her braids clacked together. "I'm not special just because I have power. You'll have to try again. Not now, though. Maybe when we've travelled more and you're a little stronger. I'll make black mages of you and Yuna yet."
Tidus laughed. "You're like a school teacher, Lulu. Relentless!"
She raised an amused eyebrow at him. "Oh?"
"Relentless and so serious," Yuna agreed, getting up and brushing her skirt off carefully. She smiled brightly at Lulu, making a face at Tidus. "I'm sure we will both manage it with your help, though."
"You don't need my help," Lulu sighed, somewhat exasperatedly. "Both of you are more than strong enough to learn magic on your own, given time. A thing we have plenty of, on this pilgrimage."
There was a brief moment in which Lulu and Yuna's eyes met, but neither said anything. Tidus wasn't yet to know that plenty of time was still not enough time -- not in the eyes of the other guardians. He broke the silence with some cheery whistling, pushing his hands into his pockets.
"Well, doesn't look like we'll get any more done today. Want to come for a walk, Yuna?"
"A walk sounds nice," Lulu said, quietly. She glanced at Yuna and then shook her head slightly, obviously thinking something over before she spoke again. "Have fun, you two."
Tidus grinned again. "I'm sure we will, Lu."
He didn't look back to see Lulu watching them, something conflicting and unhappy in her eyes.
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