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FFX: Cold
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: Tidus/Yuna
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Two kinds of coldness. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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There are two kinds of coldness, Tidus is finding. There's the real kind, the kind he felt when he first arrived in this reality, before he met Rikku. The kind of cold that's purely physical: it bites, it nips, it hurts, but it goes away. The fire drives it back, holds it at bay.
This fire, though, doesn't do anything for the kind of cold that has a shiver running down his back, now. They're all gathered around it, talking, talking and coming to no conclusions. Yuna's expression is remote, resolved.
This is the kind of cold that takes hold and won't let go, lodged in his guts and making him feel numb, like ice, when he looks at her and even when he doesn't. There's no fire to drive this away, no warmth, not even the warmth of companionship. It makes him restless -- like he doesn't know what to do with himself, like he's full to the brim with energy for which there's no real use.
He gets up and walks away from them to feel a change, to try and convince himself that this will pass.
Nothing changes: not the hope, nor the numbness, nor the cold.
Pairing: Tidus/Yuna
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Two kinds of coldness. For
30_fantasies.There are two kinds of coldness, Tidus is finding. There's the real kind, the kind he felt when he first arrived in this reality, before he met Rikku. The kind of cold that's purely physical: it bites, it nips, it hurts, but it goes away. The fire drives it back, holds it at bay.
This fire, though, doesn't do anything for the kind of cold that has a shiver running down his back, now. They're all gathered around it, talking, talking and coming to no conclusions. Yuna's expression is remote, resolved.
This is the kind of cold that takes hold and won't let go, lodged in his guts and making him feel numb, like ice, when he looks at her and even when he doesn't. There's no fire to drive this away, no warmth, not even the warmth of companionship. It makes him restless -- like he doesn't know what to do with himself, like he's full to the brim with energy for which there's no real use.
He gets up and walks away from them to feel a change, to try and convince himself that this will pass.
Nothing changes: not the hope, nor the numbness, nor the cold.