Author's Note - I wrote this meaning it to be YunaxGippal, but it didn't flow right. So here's Yunalai for you; Yuna's perspective is 3rd-person, Baralai is 1st-person. Enjoy.
Disclaimer - FFX-2 belongs to Square Enix.
She finds it amusing that he would consider her. Not amusing, exactly; it was slightly terrifying, but twisted to include some humor. She guessed that was just the way it would be, if she picked him.
Moving on is never easy for anyone. Even faking, even grinning bigger than anything, on the inside you're still stuck in the past and wishing to undo things. But I don't want that to be you anymore.
Always busy, the both of them - him at his job and she at hers - and she wonders if they'd ever be close.
It's harder than I expected, though bonding over a sphere does have its limitations. And I admit that I wish I could see you blush in person instead of on a recording - the color would be so vivid.
She muses, too, that she would look like a stone next to him - his skin so dark next to her, she'd look nearly alabaster. But she thinks maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
I admit, too, that I have dreamt about you, and that I look to those dreams fondly. They make the morning beautiful.
It's not quite normal, she thinks, to try and have a date over a sphere. And maybe sending sphere recordings back and forth is a bit odd when the CommSphere network is right there. But when it's the CommSphere, someone might be looking in, and what they have so far is private.
I had to leave court today because I was thinking of you too much to focus; I may be given extra jury duty because of my impromptu departure. But I wouldn't mind.
When she goes to bed thinking of him, she no longer has the old nightmares. Her dreams revolve around him instead.
It pains me to see you at gatherings and not be able to say more than hello. If I could quit my job to follow you instead, I would in a heartbeat. Know that, my lady.
She's confused by her attraction to him. She stands so firmly against his principles, and yet she can't let go. So instead she puts on a dress and wanders to the beach, wondering if he'd mind her when she didn't wear makeup.
I
want to heal that broken part of you, if you'll let me. I wish I
could just…
I think walking along the beach could
clear my head.
And she looks up at the sound of her name, and she sees him coming toward her. And she smiles and calls his name in reply, waving, running to him.
I pick you up and twirl you, and for that moment it's just you and me and the sand beneath our feet.
And she thinks that maybe she will pick him, because she wouldn't mind it being that way.
A/N - There we go; hope you liked it. Review if you'd like. :3