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FFX-2: Hurt
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He's all hot anger underneath. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_fantasies.
He's not all hot-pride and flashing anger and that drives people crazy, 'cause he always has a grin, whatever you say it just slides off him. But if you hit him, he's like fire, quicksilver, and you see a depth of anger and hurt that can be traced back to Sin and yet it doesn't end there. It's there he finds his strength, but that's where his smile comes from, too, until you get the impression that he's fighting all his life, clawing his way to where he's got and higher.
You wouldn't believe the way he fights 'til you've seen it, really. One minute he's relaxed, standing in the worst posture you've ever seen with the laziest smile on his face. And then if you get pissed off and lash out, suddenly he's there, fists clenched hard and tense, and damn the metal on his knuckles hurts when it gets you in the face.
"Leave me alone," he says, all hot-hot anger and up in your face.
And you do. Because it's scary. You wonder what he's lost, who he's lost, why it hurts him so much more than Sin has hurt the rest of us.
And sometimes, when his guard falls, it isn't to the angryangrypride of a boy left alone to not grow up, it's to the loneliness and pain of a young man who has grown up all alone among a lot of people.
And you pity Gippal, because he pretends to be everything he's not and no one has any idea who he really is.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He's all hot anger underneath. For
30_fantasies.He's not all hot-pride and flashing anger and that drives people crazy, 'cause he always has a grin, whatever you say it just slides off him. But if you hit him, he's like fire, quicksilver, and you see a depth of anger and hurt that can be traced back to Sin and yet it doesn't end there. It's there he finds his strength, but that's where his smile comes from, too, until you get the impression that he's fighting all his life, clawing his way to where he's got and higher.
You wouldn't believe the way he fights 'til you've seen it, really. One minute he's relaxed, standing in the worst posture you've ever seen with the laziest smile on his face. And then if you get pissed off and lash out, suddenly he's there, fists clenched hard and tense, and damn the metal on his knuckles hurts when it gets you in the face.
"Leave me alone," he says, all hot-hot anger and up in your face.
And you do. Because it's scary. You wonder what he's lost, who he's lost, why it hurts him so much more than Sin has hurt the rest of us.
And sometimes, when his guard falls, it isn't to the angryangrypride of a boy left alone to not grow up, it's to the loneliness and pain of a young man who has grown up all alone among a lot of people.
And you pity Gippal, because he pretends to be everything he's not and no one has any idea who he really is.