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FFX: Freedom
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Walking on together. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Auron's shoulder bumps his as they walk, and Jecht is talking about something -- talking about his son again, probably, or Zanarkand, or just how much he'd kill for a good drink -- and Braska thinks that it's never really been so perfect. Always before there's been... something. Now, though, he feels as if some weight has been taken away, so that even fiends don't really faze him, and there's a kind of joy in every victory.
"Are you alright?" Jecht says, all of a sudden, interrupting his own monologue. Auron looks up at him in concern, too, and Braska just smiles, happy to be with them, happy to be walking with them, with no expectations, just a goal. He thought a pilgrimage would be a heavy thing, a sad thing, but somehow he feels lighter, now.
"I'm fine," he says. And then, impulsively, knowing they'll know why he says it: "Thank you."
The two of them look at each other, as if they're reading each other's thoughts, and then Jecht grins and punches Braska's shoulder lightly. "Don't mention it. We're having fun too."
"Yevon knows we shouldn't be," Auron says, but they're all smiling, and they keep smiling as they walk on together.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Walking on together. For
over_look.Auron's shoulder bumps his as they walk, and Jecht is talking about something -- talking about his son again, probably, or Zanarkand, or just how much he'd kill for a good drink -- and Braska thinks that it's never really been so perfect. Always before there's been... something. Now, though, he feels as if some weight has been taken away, so that even fiends don't really faze him, and there's a kind of joy in every victory.
"Are you alright?" Jecht says, all of a sudden, interrupting his own monologue. Auron looks up at him in concern, too, and Braska just smiles, happy to be with them, happy to be walking with them, with no expectations, just a goal. He thought a pilgrimage would be a heavy thing, a sad thing, but somehow he feels lighter, now.
"I'm fine," he says. And then, impulsively, knowing they'll know why he says it: "Thank you."
The two of them look at each other, as if they're reading each other's thoughts, and then Jecht grins and punches Braska's shoulder lightly. "Don't mention it. We're having fun too."
"Yevon knows we shouldn't be," Auron says, but they're all smiling, and they keep smiling as they walk on together.