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Chapter 32 To Dream a Dream
At last…
Auron could actually feel his body sigh in resignation as Yuna began her beautiful dance, her arms swinging gracefully in the eternal dark of sky. He could hear her startled gasp when pyreflies eagerly escaped his grasp and scurried away from his rapidly lightening frame.
"Don't stop," he breathed, briefly closing his eye in a kind of ecstasy, the feelings of emptiness and pain lessening as he felt his ties to Spira grow weaker. He was on the brink of peace, so close, so very close…
"Sir Auron…?" Yuna asked tentatively, a few tears gathering in her eyes.
"It's… been long enough," the swordsman whispered as he stepped forward, holding off, just a little longer. He began to… walk forwards, pausing to slap Kimahri in the chest. Brave Kimahri, who did so much, and kept his secrets. He smiled to Lulu and Wakka, regarding them as his colleges, he then paused before Tidus, whom looked so… lost, so afraid.
"Auron?" he squeaked, either terrified of his own uncertain future or terrified for Auron's departure, the answer unknown. The boy suddenly jumped forward, gripping Auron tightly around the shoulders, tears escaping down his face. Auron sighed, bringing one arm up to Tidus's back, gently embracing the child who was like a son to him.
"It's alright," the elder guardian whispered, his deep voice soothing and calming the teenager's fears. "Don't be afraid."
Tidus nodded shakily, staring out into the black sky as they floated upon a sea of uncertainty. His cheek pressed wantonly into the red fabric adorning Auron's shoulder, taking the much-needed support from this man before he faded away. Tidus took a deep breath and stepped back, feeling his tears dry.
Auron then stepped forward once more, and was shocked as Yuna ran forwards as well, dropping her staff, the metal clanking on the stone ground. Her slender arms were violently thrown around the taller man's neck as she cried, her face burying itself in his gray collar, the cool leather pressing against his neck as her face burrowed deeper. Auron was honestly startled by this sudden display of affection, he had no idea he was this important to his summoner, at least in a personal sense.
Again, Auron hesitantly wrapped his gloved arm around Yuna's waist, his hand resting upon her yellow sash. He sighed, his lungs expanding and pressing the buckles of his belt into the young summoner's stomach. "Yuna," he murmured softly, "Don't cry. You have nothing to cry for. You have done… what I could not. You have freed Spira forever and changed the world. Braska would be so proud of you… in fact, I know he is."
Perhaps Auron's choice in words was not what she wanted to hear, as the summoner clung harder to his aching body, causing the older man to inhale sharply. "Please…" he breathed across her ear, exhaustion coloring his rich voice. "Please Yuna… send me now."
She held on for a few moments longer, sniffling into his shoulder, as Tidus had. Reluctantly, she let him go, her hands lingering on his waist. A gloved hand reached to her face, cupping her cheek as a thumb brushed across her mouth. Yuna nodded, and knelt to retrieve her staff. Auron also knelt, grasping his blade.
"This is your world now," he said, his voice echoing clearly across eternity. He plunged his blade to the ground as Yuna began her dance anew, and Auron felt his world fade away, to peaceful slumber. At last…
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"…Auron…"
Auron moaned, burying his face deeper in the cool of the pillow that cradled his head. What? He was lying upon a soft and comfortable surface, his hands tossed laxly upon his chest and stomach. He heard birds twittering and felt a cool breeze against his skin, and sighed. He cracked open an eye… and realized suddenly that it was the right eye he peered out of. Shocked, he opened them both and nearly started when he saw vividly, both oculars fully functional. Yevon!
Taking in his surroundings, Auron laid on a simple bed, in some kind of rustic and simple room, with open windows that revealed a bright and sunny field, filled with flowers and a single, lone tree in the distance. Where was he?
Auron struggled to sit up when a cool hand brushed against his chest, forcing him back. Auron felt his body, mind and soul go numb as he stared into that… that face…
Braska smiled, his robes churning and moving to accommodate it's master's hunching form as the summoner leaned over his friend. He watched as Auron froze, his body tensing against his hand.
"Auron…" Braska whispered contentedly, leaning down further and embracing the shocked guardian. Slowly, Auron's hands slid over Braksa's back, touching, feeling.
"You… you're… real," Auron whispered, his mind suddenly foggy and the room spinning. Real… he's here, he's alive…
"Shhh…" Braska hushed, his cool hand brushing over Auron's forehead. "You've been an unsent to long, my friend. Your soul, it needs rest. Close your eyes for a little while, Auron," the summoner said quietly, his hand resting upon Auron's temple and his thumb running over his eyebrow in a soothing motion. It was like drug, the touch, and Auron felt his eyelids grow heavy. The swordsman wanted so desperately to stay awake, and he snapped his eyes open again. Auron's collar, belt, sake, robe and glasses rested upon the open windowsill of the room, for some reason suddenly reminding him of before… she was here, wasn't she?
"Rikku?" Auron murmured sleepily, his eyes sliding shut again without his consent, Braska's ministrations on his brow lulling the guardian towards sweet slumber.
"She's waiting for you when you awaken. Just rest now… rest…"
Braska watched and sighed happily as Auron's now unmarred face fell to the pillow with a gentle plop as Auron drifted into sleep, sleep not for the living, but a rejuvenating slumber for the tired and weary soul. At last, his friend would find peace. The years had been too hard on Auron, and unfairly painful. Braska felt the familiar twinge in his heart as he thought about it, how devastatingly unfair it had all been. But the worst… the worst had been for Auron. Even now, the silver of his hair stood out from his features, the lines of a constant frown upon his face. Braska shook his head, unconsciously gripping the sleeping man's hand as he pushed such painful memories away. He was here, Auron was with them at long last. The time of pain was over.
"Hey," a gruff voice whispered from the doorway. Braska motioned for Jecht to come in, and the large Blitzball player grinned like a cat as he approached his friend.
"Tidus?" Braska asked softly.
"Talking with his mom, course'. Figured I'd give em' some time alone. How is he?" Jecht asked, his rough voice suddenly concerned.
"He'll be fine, Jecht. He just needs rest, that's all," Braska soothed, calming his other guardian's nerves. "Do me a favor? Stay with him while I go find my niece?" the summoner asked.
"Course'," Jecht said, taking Braska's place at Auron's bedside. Braska paused, watching as his elder guardian gently took Auron's hand in his. He smiled, and exited the room.
The farplane is not like Spira, not at all. To travel, all one needs do is wish it, though Braska did enjoy walking miles through the everlasting fields of golden flowers with his wife. He closed his eyes, and became but pyreflies, and he made his way to his niece.
He found her sitting upon the bank of a small river, her bare feet resting in the cool of the water. Rikku jumped when Braska materialized beside her.
"Kyyr! Kaawa!" Rikku cried, almost jumping into the small stream.
"Sorry," Braska said sheepishly. "Didn't mean to startle you."
Rikku huffed and took her feet from the water, pulling her legs to a sitting position. "S'ok, Uncle Braska. I just wasn't expecting anybody, that's all."
Braska nodded. Rikku was still upset… about her death. About everything. She had been here, at this stream, for the equivalent of many days, though time in the farplane was different than time on Spira. Auron had been sent mere hours ago upon Spira… but here, time was infinite and Rikku had been alone, brooding if you will, since she had arrived. Braska sighed, and rested his hand upon her shoulder.
"Stop being depressed," Braska said playfully, squeezing her tightly. "He's here, Rikku."
"What!?" She yelped, turning around so fast she almost fell over. "When? Is he ok? Why did you leave him? Can we go to him now? What if-"
"Hush," Braska chided. "He's resting now. Jecht's with him." Braska observed Rikku carefully, her entire body suddenly shaking, her hair clips coming slightly undone as her face flushed.
"Braska, I want to see him! I want to be with him now!"
Rikku pouted, and pouted well. Braska sighed. "Very well. But Rikku, he needs his rest. Over ten years of being an unsent is just… hard upon the spirit, and exhausting."
She nodded quickly, standing. "I know. I'll just keep my mouth shut, but Braska, /please/ can we go!?" Braska nodded again, chuckling to himself. He wondered how Auron could have fallen in love with one so… hyperactive. They were complete opposites as well. He shrugged and followed Rikku into the air as they traveled to the small cottage beyond the rise of bright flowers and the lone tree.
Inside, Jecht continued his watch as he gazed over Auron's peaceful sleeping face. As he was taken over by Yu Yevon and battled Sin, Auron had taken care of his boy with great compassion, even if from a distance. For this, Jecht was forever grateful. Auron moaned softly, stirring, but not waking. Suddenly, Jecht sensed another presence in the room and turned sharply, his red bandana whipping with his hair. It was only Rikku, Auron's lover and Braska. Jecht sighed. Even here, he was ever protective of those he cared for.
Rikku's eyes grew large with worry when she spotted Auron's sprawled form upon the simple wooden bed. Hesitantly, she stepped forward, her feet light and soundless upon the surface of the floor. Jecht relinquished his hand just as Rikku came to the bedside. The Al Bhed paused, then crawled into the bed and curled up against Auron's prone body, snuggling herself into his side with a sigh of bliss and happiness. She was not tired anymore, as she had recovered must faster than Auron. She'd only been unsent a matter of weeks, as opposed to Auron, whom had been unsent far longer.
It didn't matter. Rikku sighed, burying her face in the crook of his neck and pressing her forehead against the curve of his jaw. How comforting it was to have the brush of his stubble against her skin again… the time between their parting had seemed like an eternity. Auron shifted, bringing his arm around her shoulders and exhaling deeply as he got comfortable, gently nuzzling her face in his slumber. In the doorway, Jecht had to restrain himself from cooing at them, it was just so weird to see Auron like this and just too cute not to say something. But Braska wouldn't approve, so he remained silent as the two practically meshed on the bed, an interesting feat given that Auron wasn't even awake.
"Come," Braska said quietly. "Let them be." The two men left Auron and Rikku alone. She was glad, because she didn't want them to see the tears or pure joy as she held Auron close.
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Auron came to some time later, and again felt the cool of a breeze washing over his bare arms. Shivering slightly, he burrowed his face closer to… Rikku!
Eyes snapping open, he took, no he drank in her form, her eyes closed as she rested against him. Without warning, he violently crushed himself atop her, startling the girl.
"Rikku…" he said lowly, nuzzling the sweet skin upon the warm of her throat.
"Auron!" She yelped, sliding her hands to his muscular back, clutching the shirt tightly, reveling in the feel of his body on hers. They stayed like that for what could have been hours, feeling the warmth and assuring themselves that it was real. After a time, Auron slid from her body, coming to rest closely beside her. Ever so softly, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Rikku slid her arms around his waist and responded just as gently, tilting her head so that instead of his lips, she kissed the place that his scar had once lay, brushing the smooth and unblemished skin.
"No scar…" She murmured, gazing into his two, beautiful dark eyes again. He smiled warmly, his hand caressing her face. "C'mon, let's go outside," she whispered, departing from his warmth and standing, drawing a whimper from Auron. She offered her hand, and he wearily accepted, the girl helping him from bed. Rikku hoped Braska wouldn't be to angry with her, dragging him out of bed like this when he was still not recovered… she swallowed, but continued on anyway. The rest of his outfit was forgotten as they strode through the doorless entrance to the cottage, entering the brilliant field of flowers.
"It's bright…" Auron commented, his arm slipping around Rikku's waist, "But there's no sun. Where is the light coming from?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, I never really thought about it."
She led him to the solitary tree and plunked down at its base. Auron curled up at her feet, stretching himself upon the soft grass and laying his still- weary head in her lap. The full leaves of the tree offered them shade from the soft golden light that washed over the farplane. Auron sighed when Rikku slid her fingers into the hair at his temples, massaging slightly. He entwined his fingers and placed them on his stomach, watching with half- closed eyes as pyreflies floated across the sky.
"Is this… eternity?" Auron asked no one in particular, completely relaxed and content. Rikku murmured a yes, leaning down for a kiss. He managed to lean his head back far enough in her lap to take her lips in his own. He briefly slid his tongue into her mouth as a quick greeting to her own before she pulled away, the position probably uncomfortable for her.
"It's like a dream…" He stated, tilting his head to the side, pressing his nose into her thigh. Rikku thus had access to his neck, and immediately began to stroke the fine hair on the base of his skull, her fingers entwining it until she reached the sensitive skin beneath. He moaned softly, his eyelids sliding shut in pleasure. Before he drifting away again, he mumbled the words she hadn't heard before, the words that warmed his very soul.
"I love you," Auron mumbled sleepily. Rikku leaned down to his exposed cheek, kissing him.
"Forever," Rikku whispered against his skin as she and Auron leaned against the single tree trunk, peaceful and content for all eternity.
*** Well folks, that's all of Misted Emotions. Feedback always loved, and I hoped you enjoyed my ending. Look forward to other stuff I'm doing, I hope to be getting rid of these damned computer problems. *hiss* As always, I shall continue to upload my aurikku art on my page. ^_^
-Spazkit
Chapter 32 To Dream a Dream
At last…
Auron could actually feel his body sigh in resignation as Yuna began her beautiful dance, her arms swinging gracefully in the eternal dark of sky. He could hear her startled gasp when pyreflies eagerly escaped his grasp and scurried away from his rapidly lightening frame.
"Don't stop," he breathed, briefly closing his eye in a kind of ecstasy, the feelings of emptiness and pain lessening as he felt his ties to Spira grow weaker. He was on the brink of peace, so close, so very close…
"Sir Auron…?" Yuna asked tentatively, a few tears gathering in her eyes.
"It's… been long enough," the swordsman whispered as he stepped forward, holding off, just a little longer. He began to… walk forwards, pausing to slap Kimahri in the chest. Brave Kimahri, who did so much, and kept his secrets. He smiled to Lulu and Wakka, regarding them as his colleges, he then paused before Tidus, whom looked so… lost, so afraid.
"Auron?" he squeaked, either terrified of his own uncertain future or terrified for Auron's departure, the answer unknown. The boy suddenly jumped forward, gripping Auron tightly around the shoulders, tears escaping down his face. Auron sighed, bringing one arm up to Tidus's back, gently embracing the child who was like a son to him.
"It's alright," the elder guardian whispered, his deep voice soothing and calming the teenager's fears. "Don't be afraid."
Tidus nodded shakily, staring out into the black sky as they floated upon a sea of uncertainty. His cheek pressed wantonly into the red fabric adorning Auron's shoulder, taking the much-needed support from this man before he faded away. Tidus took a deep breath and stepped back, feeling his tears dry.
Auron then stepped forward once more, and was shocked as Yuna ran forwards as well, dropping her staff, the metal clanking on the stone ground. Her slender arms were violently thrown around the taller man's neck as she cried, her face burying itself in his gray collar, the cool leather pressing against his neck as her face burrowed deeper. Auron was honestly startled by this sudden display of affection, he had no idea he was this important to his summoner, at least in a personal sense.
Again, Auron hesitantly wrapped his gloved arm around Yuna's waist, his hand resting upon her yellow sash. He sighed, his lungs expanding and pressing the buckles of his belt into the young summoner's stomach. "Yuna," he murmured softly, "Don't cry. You have nothing to cry for. You have done… what I could not. You have freed Spira forever and changed the world. Braska would be so proud of you… in fact, I know he is."
Perhaps Auron's choice in words was not what she wanted to hear, as the summoner clung harder to his aching body, causing the older man to inhale sharply. "Please…" he breathed across her ear, exhaustion coloring his rich voice. "Please Yuna… send me now."
She held on for a few moments longer, sniffling into his shoulder, as Tidus had. Reluctantly, she let him go, her hands lingering on his waist. A gloved hand reached to her face, cupping her cheek as a thumb brushed across her mouth. Yuna nodded, and knelt to retrieve her staff. Auron also knelt, grasping his blade.
"This is your world now," he said, his voice echoing clearly across eternity. He plunged his blade to the ground as Yuna began her dance anew, and Auron felt his world fade away, to peaceful slumber. At last…
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"…Auron…"
Auron moaned, burying his face deeper in the cool of the pillow that cradled his head. What? He was lying upon a soft and comfortable surface, his hands tossed laxly upon his chest and stomach. He heard birds twittering and felt a cool breeze against his skin, and sighed. He cracked open an eye… and realized suddenly that it was the right eye he peered out of. Shocked, he opened them both and nearly started when he saw vividly, both oculars fully functional. Yevon!
Taking in his surroundings, Auron laid on a simple bed, in some kind of rustic and simple room, with open windows that revealed a bright and sunny field, filled with flowers and a single, lone tree in the distance. Where was he?
Auron struggled to sit up when a cool hand brushed against his chest, forcing him back. Auron felt his body, mind and soul go numb as he stared into that… that face…
Braska smiled, his robes churning and moving to accommodate it's master's hunching form as the summoner leaned over his friend. He watched as Auron froze, his body tensing against his hand.
"Auron…" Braska whispered contentedly, leaning down further and embracing the shocked guardian. Slowly, Auron's hands slid over Braksa's back, touching, feeling.
"You… you're… real," Auron whispered, his mind suddenly foggy and the room spinning. Real… he's here, he's alive…
"Shhh…" Braska hushed, his cool hand brushing over Auron's forehead. "You've been an unsent to long, my friend. Your soul, it needs rest. Close your eyes for a little while, Auron," the summoner said quietly, his hand resting upon Auron's temple and his thumb running over his eyebrow in a soothing motion. It was like drug, the touch, and Auron felt his eyelids grow heavy. The swordsman wanted so desperately to stay awake, and he snapped his eyes open again. Auron's collar, belt, sake, robe and glasses rested upon the open windowsill of the room, for some reason suddenly reminding him of before… she was here, wasn't she?
"Rikku?" Auron murmured sleepily, his eyes sliding shut again without his consent, Braska's ministrations on his brow lulling the guardian towards sweet slumber.
"She's waiting for you when you awaken. Just rest now… rest…"
Braska watched and sighed happily as Auron's now unmarred face fell to the pillow with a gentle plop as Auron drifted into sleep, sleep not for the living, but a rejuvenating slumber for the tired and weary soul. At last, his friend would find peace. The years had been too hard on Auron, and unfairly painful. Braska felt the familiar twinge in his heart as he thought about it, how devastatingly unfair it had all been. But the worst… the worst had been for Auron. Even now, the silver of his hair stood out from his features, the lines of a constant frown upon his face. Braska shook his head, unconsciously gripping the sleeping man's hand as he pushed such painful memories away. He was here, Auron was with them at long last. The time of pain was over.
"Hey," a gruff voice whispered from the doorway. Braska motioned for Jecht to come in, and the large Blitzball player grinned like a cat as he approached his friend.
"Tidus?" Braska asked softly.
"Talking with his mom, course'. Figured I'd give em' some time alone. How is he?" Jecht asked, his rough voice suddenly concerned.
"He'll be fine, Jecht. He just needs rest, that's all," Braska soothed, calming his other guardian's nerves. "Do me a favor? Stay with him while I go find my niece?" the summoner asked.
"Course'," Jecht said, taking Braska's place at Auron's bedside. Braska paused, watching as his elder guardian gently took Auron's hand in his. He smiled, and exited the room.
The farplane is not like Spira, not at all. To travel, all one needs do is wish it, though Braska did enjoy walking miles through the everlasting fields of golden flowers with his wife. He closed his eyes, and became but pyreflies, and he made his way to his niece.
He found her sitting upon the bank of a small river, her bare feet resting in the cool of the water. Rikku jumped when Braska materialized beside her.
"Kyyr! Kaawa!" Rikku cried, almost jumping into the small stream.
"Sorry," Braska said sheepishly. "Didn't mean to startle you."
Rikku huffed and took her feet from the water, pulling her legs to a sitting position. "S'ok, Uncle Braska. I just wasn't expecting anybody, that's all."
Braska nodded. Rikku was still upset… about her death. About everything. She had been here, at this stream, for the equivalent of many days, though time in the farplane was different than time on Spira. Auron had been sent mere hours ago upon Spira… but here, time was infinite and Rikku had been alone, brooding if you will, since she had arrived. Braska sighed, and rested his hand upon her shoulder.
"Stop being depressed," Braska said playfully, squeezing her tightly. "He's here, Rikku."
"What!?" She yelped, turning around so fast she almost fell over. "When? Is he ok? Why did you leave him? Can we go to him now? What if-"
"Hush," Braska chided. "He's resting now. Jecht's with him." Braska observed Rikku carefully, her entire body suddenly shaking, her hair clips coming slightly undone as her face flushed.
"Braska, I want to see him! I want to be with him now!"
Rikku pouted, and pouted well. Braska sighed. "Very well. But Rikku, he needs his rest. Over ten years of being an unsent is just… hard upon the spirit, and exhausting."
She nodded quickly, standing. "I know. I'll just keep my mouth shut, but Braska, /please/ can we go!?" Braska nodded again, chuckling to himself. He wondered how Auron could have fallen in love with one so… hyperactive. They were complete opposites as well. He shrugged and followed Rikku into the air as they traveled to the small cottage beyond the rise of bright flowers and the lone tree.
Inside, Jecht continued his watch as he gazed over Auron's peaceful sleeping face. As he was taken over by Yu Yevon and battled Sin, Auron had taken care of his boy with great compassion, even if from a distance. For this, Jecht was forever grateful. Auron moaned softly, stirring, but not waking. Suddenly, Jecht sensed another presence in the room and turned sharply, his red bandana whipping with his hair. It was only Rikku, Auron's lover and Braska. Jecht sighed. Even here, he was ever protective of those he cared for.
Rikku's eyes grew large with worry when she spotted Auron's sprawled form upon the simple wooden bed. Hesitantly, she stepped forward, her feet light and soundless upon the surface of the floor. Jecht relinquished his hand just as Rikku came to the bedside. The Al Bhed paused, then crawled into the bed and curled up against Auron's prone body, snuggling herself into his side with a sigh of bliss and happiness. She was not tired anymore, as she had recovered must faster than Auron. She'd only been unsent a matter of weeks, as opposed to Auron, whom had been unsent far longer.
It didn't matter. Rikku sighed, burying her face in the crook of his neck and pressing her forehead against the curve of his jaw. How comforting it was to have the brush of his stubble against her skin again… the time between their parting had seemed like an eternity. Auron shifted, bringing his arm around her shoulders and exhaling deeply as he got comfortable, gently nuzzling her face in his slumber. In the doorway, Jecht had to restrain himself from cooing at them, it was just so weird to see Auron like this and just too cute not to say something. But Braska wouldn't approve, so he remained silent as the two practically meshed on the bed, an interesting feat given that Auron wasn't even awake.
"Come," Braska said quietly. "Let them be." The two men left Auron and Rikku alone. She was glad, because she didn't want them to see the tears or pure joy as she held Auron close.
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Auron came to some time later, and again felt the cool of a breeze washing over his bare arms. Shivering slightly, he burrowed his face closer to… Rikku!
Eyes snapping open, he took, no he drank in her form, her eyes closed as she rested against him. Without warning, he violently crushed himself atop her, startling the girl.
"Rikku…" he said lowly, nuzzling the sweet skin upon the warm of her throat.
"Auron!" She yelped, sliding her hands to his muscular back, clutching the shirt tightly, reveling in the feel of his body on hers. They stayed like that for what could have been hours, feeling the warmth and assuring themselves that it was real. After a time, Auron slid from her body, coming to rest closely beside her. Ever so softly, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Rikku slid her arms around his waist and responded just as gently, tilting her head so that instead of his lips, she kissed the place that his scar had once lay, brushing the smooth and unblemished skin.
"No scar…" She murmured, gazing into his two, beautiful dark eyes again. He smiled warmly, his hand caressing her face. "C'mon, let's go outside," she whispered, departing from his warmth and standing, drawing a whimper from Auron. She offered her hand, and he wearily accepted, the girl helping him from bed. Rikku hoped Braska wouldn't be to angry with her, dragging him out of bed like this when he was still not recovered… she swallowed, but continued on anyway. The rest of his outfit was forgotten as they strode through the doorless entrance to the cottage, entering the brilliant field of flowers.
"It's bright…" Auron commented, his arm slipping around Rikku's waist, "But there's no sun. Where is the light coming from?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, I never really thought about it."
She led him to the solitary tree and plunked down at its base. Auron curled up at her feet, stretching himself upon the soft grass and laying his still- weary head in her lap. The full leaves of the tree offered them shade from the soft golden light that washed over the farplane. Auron sighed when Rikku slid her fingers into the hair at his temples, massaging slightly. He entwined his fingers and placed them on his stomach, watching with half- closed eyes as pyreflies floated across the sky.
"Is this… eternity?" Auron asked no one in particular, completely relaxed and content. Rikku murmured a yes, leaning down for a kiss. He managed to lean his head back far enough in her lap to take her lips in his own. He briefly slid his tongue into her mouth as a quick greeting to her own before she pulled away, the position probably uncomfortable for her.
"It's like a dream…" He stated, tilting his head to the side, pressing his nose into her thigh. Rikku thus had access to his neck, and immediately began to stroke the fine hair on the base of his skull, her fingers entwining it until she reached the sensitive skin beneath. He moaned softly, his eyelids sliding shut in pleasure. Before he drifting away again, he mumbled the words she hadn't heard before, the words that warmed his very soul.
"I love you," Auron mumbled sleepily. Rikku leaned down to his exposed cheek, kissing him.
"Forever," Rikku whispered against his skin as she and Auron leaned against the single tree trunk, peaceful and content for all eternity.
*** Well folks, that's all of Misted Emotions. Feedback always loved, and I hoped you enjoyed my ending. Look forward to other stuff I'm doing, I hope to be getting rid of these damned computer problems. *hiss* As always, I shall continue to upload my aurikku art on my page. ^_^
-Spazkit