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rose_in_winterCharacters: Auron, Braska, Jecht
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Written forradish
Wordcount: 282
Summary: Braska tries to get Auron to lighten up.
Beta: None
"You look troubled, Auron." Braska seated himself beside his younger guardian, who was contemplating his sword with undue intensity as he drew the whetstone along the edge of the already lethal blade.
Auron directed a brief glare at the blitzball player tossing snowballs at various rock protrusions. "This is a pilgrimage, my lord, not a game of blitzball."
"Are guardians and summoners on pilgrimage forbidden to smile?" Braska inquired. "If so, I fear I am even more disgraced than Yevon previously indicated."
Auron made a "hmph" noise and ran the whetstone down the blade again. Braska sighed. "I understand that you take the pilgrimage seriously, Auron. I do as well, else I would not be here. The pilgrimage is serious, but that does not mean we cannot have moments of fun."
"Hey, Auron!" Jecht shouted. Braska and Auron looked up to see that the blitzball player had clambered up a nearby rock face and perched precariously on a flimsy rock outcropping. He had a large snowball in hand. As he flung the snowball at Auron, the rock he stood on crumbled, sending him tumbling into a snowdrift below. Auron made a choked noise that might have been laughter. Meanwhile, Braska found himself with a faceful of snow from the poorly aimed missile.
Jecht was flailing around attempting to dig himself out of the snow, swearing and yelping as snow found its way into his clothes. Auron’s valiant efforts to keep a straight face dissolved into laughter as Jecht finally got out of the snowdrift, resembling one of Macalania's Snow Flans. He stomped over to the fire to thaw out while Auron continued to chuckle.
Braska wiped snow from his face and grinned.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for
radishWordcount: 282
Summary: Braska tries to get Auron to lighten up.
Beta: None
"You look troubled, Auron." Braska seated himself beside his younger guardian, who was contemplating his sword with undue intensity as he drew the whetstone along the edge of the already lethal blade.
Auron directed a brief glare at the blitzball player tossing snowballs at various rock protrusions. "This is a pilgrimage, my lord, not a game of blitzball."
"Are guardians and summoners on pilgrimage forbidden to smile?" Braska inquired. "If so, I fear I am even more disgraced than Yevon previously indicated."
Auron made a "hmph" noise and ran the whetstone down the blade again. Braska sighed. "I understand that you take the pilgrimage seriously, Auron. I do as well, else I would not be here. The pilgrimage is serious, but that does not mean we cannot have moments of fun."
"Hey, Auron!" Jecht shouted. Braska and Auron looked up to see that the blitzball player had clambered up a nearby rock face and perched precariously on a flimsy rock outcropping. He had a large snowball in hand. As he flung the snowball at Auron, the rock he stood on crumbled, sending him tumbling into a snowdrift below. Auron made a choked noise that might have been laughter. Meanwhile, Braska found himself with a faceful of snow from the poorly aimed missile.
Jecht was flailing around attempting to dig himself out of the snow, swearing and yelping as snow found its way into his clothes. Auron’s valiant efforts to keep a straight face dissolved into laughter as Jecht finally got out of the snowdrift, resembling one of Macalania's Snow Flans. He stomped over to the fire to thaw out while Auron continued to chuckle.
Braska wiped snow from his face and grinned.