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FFX-2: Bright and Open
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Yuna
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: He wanted to see her. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"How're you doing there, Lady Yuna?"
His voice startles her and she stands up quickly, guns in her hands, almost expecting an attack. He laughs at her, but only gently, giving her a familiar grin that sends the tension flooding out of her and something else flooding in. She puts her guns away, blushing just a little, embarrassed at her reaction. "Gippal! Sorry. I wasn't expecting... sorry."
"It's okay, I should learn not to sneak up on people." He grins again, stretching a little and nodding at the little scrape in the sand. "Finding anything good?"
She colours up a little more, embarrassed by everything, embarrassed by his closeness, all things considered and all. "I can't really tell good from bad, but... well, I can tell I'm not getting anything good yet."
"Let me help," he offers, and she can't help nodding and smiling.
So that's how they come to be knelt together, digging with their hands and whatever else they come across, Gippal grinning and laughing and talking, Yuna laughing more quietly, nervously, embarrassed. They drag out a small machina, eventually, and Gippal seems pleased, congratulating her and himself and the machina, sitting with it in his lap and brushing the sand away.
"Why are you out here, anyway?" she asks, finally, looking up at him carefully, "Shouldn't you be in Djose? With the Faction?"
"The Faction can do just fine without me for a few days, and to tell you the truth, I wanted to see you."
He's not like others she knows, all closed up and secretive and never telling exactly what he thinks. He reminds her of Rikku, open, bright, like a spark stirred up from the fire. She likes him for it, everybody does, but he makes her confused, too, and makes her stomach twist with something she thought she'd never feel again.
"Me?" she asks, softly, as if she can't believe it.
"You," he says with a grin, and before she knows it he's kissed her.
Pairing: Gippal/Yuna
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: He wanted to see her. For
haku_kaen on fic_on_demand."How're you doing there, Lady Yuna?"
His voice startles her and she stands up quickly, guns in her hands, almost expecting an attack. He laughs at her, but only gently, giving her a familiar grin that sends the tension flooding out of her and something else flooding in. She puts her guns away, blushing just a little, embarrassed at her reaction. "Gippal! Sorry. I wasn't expecting... sorry."
"It's okay, I should learn not to sneak up on people." He grins again, stretching a little and nodding at the little scrape in the sand. "Finding anything good?"
She colours up a little more, embarrassed by everything, embarrassed by his closeness, all things considered and all. "I can't really tell good from bad, but... well, I can tell I'm not getting anything good yet."
"Let me help," he offers, and she can't help nodding and smiling.
So that's how they come to be knelt together, digging with their hands and whatever else they come across, Gippal grinning and laughing and talking, Yuna laughing more quietly, nervously, embarrassed. They drag out a small machina, eventually, and Gippal seems pleased, congratulating her and himself and the machina, sitting with it in his lap and brushing the sand away.
"Why are you out here, anyway?" she asks, finally, looking up at him carefully, "Shouldn't you be in Djose? With the Faction?"
"The Faction can do just fine without me for a few days, and to tell you the truth, I wanted to see you."
He's not like others she knows, all closed up and secretive and never telling exactly what he thinks. He reminds her of Rikku, open, bright, like a spark stirred up from the fire. She likes him for it, everybody does, but he makes her confused, too, and makes her stomach twist with something she thought she'd never feel again.
"Me?" she asks, softly, as if she can't believe it.
"You," he says with a grin, and before she knows it he's kissed her.
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