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FFX-2: Nuca
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai, Gippal/OC (Nuca)
Warnings: Nuca POV, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: She can never forgive.
I was Gippal's sweetheart as long as I could remember, the faithful Al Bhed girl waiting at Home for him to come back. We'd always been together, always, I couldn't remember ever being with anyone else. I was Nuca, Gippal's girl, and everybody knew it. It was almost as if he defined me. I spent years waiting for him, and even after Home was destroyed, I stayed in Bikanel. Waiting.
I didn't go to Djose. I didn't want to live in the temple. But I knew that Gippal loved me, that he'd come for me.
When he last came to the desert, he brought a friend with him. A comrade. The guy had a nice face, and even though he wasn't Al Bhed, I felt I trusted him immediately. Gippal explained that this man was the one who had been at his side most during the days of the Crimson Squad.
I liked Baralai. I liked him all the way up until I saw Gippal kissing him, until I saw his arms wrapped around my Gippal.
Gippal and I talked, soon after, and I was ready for what I expected him to say. How he had fallen for Baralai and how he was so, so, sorry. Apologies don't make up for all the years I've wasted, waiting. I knew that for him, I was a symbol of his childhood. "Nuca," he'd whisper, and smile, knowing both our language and the common language, knowing the meaning. "Rose, my desert rose."
What he forgot is that roses have thorns. If he or Baralai cross my path again, they'll feel my thorns.
I can't help but be bitter towards Baralai, even though the love I felt for Gippal should make me want him to be happy. I can want Gippal to be happy without wanting Baralai to be happy. I'm sure he didn't mean to steal my fiance, but he did and I will never forgive him.
Even when I see them standing in the middle of Bikanel, kissing and embracing like they're meant to be.
E lyh hajan vunkeja.
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai, Gippal/OC (Nuca)
Warnings: Nuca POV, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: She can never forgive.
I was Gippal's sweetheart as long as I could remember, the faithful Al Bhed girl waiting at Home for him to come back. We'd always been together, always, I couldn't remember ever being with anyone else. I was Nuca, Gippal's girl, and everybody knew it. It was almost as if he defined me. I spent years waiting for him, and even after Home was destroyed, I stayed in Bikanel. Waiting.
I didn't go to Djose. I didn't want to live in the temple. But I knew that Gippal loved me, that he'd come for me.
When he last came to the desert, he brought a friend with him. A comrade. The guy had a nice face, and even though he wasn't Al Bhed, I felt I trusted him immediately. Gippal explained that this man was the one who had been at his side most during the days of the Crimson Squad.
I liked Baralai. I liked him all the way up until I saw Gippal kissing him, until I saw his arms wrapped around my Gippal.
Gippal and I talked, soon after, and I was ready for what I expected him to say. How he had fallen for Baralai and how he was so, so, sorry. Apologies don't make up for all the years I've wasted, waiting. I knew that for him, I was a symbol of his childhood. "Nuca," he'd whisper, and smile, knowing both our language and the common language, knowing the meaning. "Rose, my desert rose."
What he forgot is that roses have thorns. If he or Baralai cross my path again, they'll feel my thorns.
I can't help but be bitter towards Baralai, even though the love I felt for Gippal should make me want him to be happy. I can want Gippal to be happy without wanting Baralai to be happy. I'm sure he didn't mean to steal my fiance, but he did and I will never forgive him.
Even when I see them standing in the middle of Bikanel, kissing and embracing like they're meant to be.
E lyh hajan vunkeja.