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Mixing Love With War : Forth of Many Parts : Defining Our Terms
"Dismissed...," Baralai told his troops, quietly. He felt awkward by having the people who he had some sort of authority over disliked the one person he had felt love for.
Orderly, the New Yevon armed forces marched out of the Djose Temple premises. He saw them off, standing tall but a little less than proud, before turning to face Gippal. Baralai's light brown eyes fixated on the confused face of Gippal's.
Baralai looked downwards, and sighed lightly. "Confused, too?" Baralai asked the blonde.
"You mean you don't know what's going on?"
"I do... but I don't."
"Elaborate..." Gippal instructed, almost curious to find out if Baralai knew any more than he did.
"I know that they're angry at you, and the rest of the Machine faction for the Bevelle disaster involving the machina," Baralai informed.
"And which I didn't do anything..."
"Believe me. I don't see the faults of the Machine Faction, either," Baralai assured, placing his hands on Gippal's shoulders, in an attempt to comfort the man.
"Well, yeah, but this is going to be damaging. I mean, we're not some full fledged orgainization. We're a group of Al Bheds who build machines! We don't have an army. We don't have any forces. We don't have anything like that. And what is this going to do to us?" The "us" was not referring to himself and the machine faction. Baralai sensed this.
Baralai took a step in closer to Gippal. "I don't know," he solemly said, his light brown eyes seeking comfort in the Al Bhed's fierce green gaze. His face went from a neutral look to a near melancholy look in a matter of seconds.
What was this going to do to them?
"I don't get New Yevon. Sorry Baralai, but they were trying to make ammends and now they're blaming a new ally for their mistakes. And I know you'd make a much better choice than just to go all out and fight. There's more than two choices. Other than do or don't, y'know," Gippal informed the praetor, suddenly attaining a more serious attitude.
"But they don't know. They're older, which means they have been raised with the typical values of prejudice. Raised in the way of Yevon. They were fully raised by the way of combat, by associating with the original Yevon religion. It was the Yevonites job to defend Spira against Sin, which meant boycotting Al Bhed machina and using other forms of force to ward it away from civilization.
The machina boycott led them to believe that the Al Bhed were bad, and not the machina themselves. They have been brought up during Sin's wrath, and those years plagued them longer than they have us. They can't learn to reason without combat, since they were raised under it's infulence... and were also raised under the influence that the Al Bhed were horrible creatures instead of human beings just because they were the makers of machina, that supposedly brought Sin upon us.
It wasn't the Al Bhed. It was everyone, Gippal. It was the war. We all just used the machina in order to pursue our intentions. They don't know that. That impression cannot be put on them no matter how much I preach it, since their parents raised them to be intolerent to the Al Bhed. As they grew slightly more tolerent and allowed themselves to accept the Al Bhed and the machina, they used them to help find New Yevon truths. But the high priest tampered with the machina's settings, even after being warned about their delicacy!"
"Baralai..." Gippal sensed that he was growing extremely angered. "You need to calm down."
"I'm sorry," Baralai apologized, "But this is a serious problem. We're basically going to war! And even though I'm the praetor, I have no say on whether or not we do or not!"
"The majority rule?"
"Yes, the majority rule. Accepting it comes with being the praetor. But... I can't. We've been through too much together. Do you know how much it'll hurt me to hurt you or your faction?"
"I know. It's gonna hurt..." Gippal acknowledged.
"A lot..."
Baralai let his thumb caress Gippal's cheek, savoring the feel of his skin, for it could easily be one of the last times he could be at peace and alone with his lover. He was trying to clear his mind of the whole New Yevon versus the Machine Faction battle situation, just so that he could enjoy himself.
But trying not to thnk about it only caused him to think about it.
"But... What are our terms?" Questioned Baralai, in a hushed voice.
"Actions speak louder than words," Gippal whispered back.
... and they kissed ...
... and just let the spectators spectate ...
They didn't care.
The kiss escalated into much more than a simple liplock. A pleading tongue pryed at Gippal's lips in a desperate beg for entrance. Willingly, Gippal parted his lips slightly enough to allow Baralai what he desired.
Immediately, Gippal took the initiative as soon as Baralai's tongue wandered into the caverns of his own mouth. His tongue glided slowly against Baralai's, creating such a sensual feeling. His hands were creeping up and down Baralai's back, driving gentle shivers to trail down his spine.
The sensuality of the kiss only grew stronger once Baralai's fingers lost themselves in the Al Bhed's golden hair. He allowed his tongue to explore his lovers mouth, tracing the curves of the oh so familiar territory, while caressing the younger man's scalp.
Gippal tasted sweet, like of some rare desert fruit. Every time, the taste awakens some sort of lustful being within Baralai. Only the taste of his lover can motivate that hunger. Reluctantly, Baralai pulled away from the lust-provoking kiss and looked Gippal straight in the eyes. Baralai's eyes were already clouding with a desire for Gippal.
"Baralai, you know we can't," the younger male informed the praetor.
Baralai bit down on his lip, in order to prevent the urge to attack the blonde. "I know, but..."
"You asked what our terms are. They're defined. Once everything ends, we'll come back to this," Gippal assured, with a slight smile on his face.
Baralai rested his head on Gippal's shoulder, "If it ends."
"It will. And everything is going to turn out for the better!" Gippal assured, giving Baralai a playful push.
"We can only have faith..." Baralai said, with a smile. And those were his exiting words. He turned, and just walked away...
"E muja oui!" [I love you] Gippal called out to Baralai.
"Love you, too," Baralai returned the words, but in the Spiran language.
Slowly, Baralai walked out of the Djose Temple premises. Gippal saw him off, standing tall but a little more than proud.
He was proud of Baralai and himself for holding their bond of love and friendship no matter how far the New Yevoners take the situation.
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Mixing Love With War : Forth of Many Parts : Defining Our Terms
"Dismissed...," Baralai told his troops, quietly. He felt awkward by having the people who he had some sort of authority over disliked the one person he had felt love for.
Orderly, the New Yevon armed forces marched out of the Djose Temple premises. He saw them off, standing tall but a little less than proud, before turning to face Gippal. Baralai's light brown eyes fixated on the confused face of Gippal's.
Baralai looked downwards, and sighed lightly. "Confused, too?" Baralai asked the blonde.
"You mean you don't know what's going on?"
"I do... but I don't."
"Elaborate..." Gippal instructed, almost curious to find out if Baralai knew any more than he did.
"I know that they're angry at you, and the rest of the Machine faction for the Bevelle disaster involving the machina," Baralai informed.
"And which I didn't do anything..."
"Believe me. I don't see the faults of the Machine Faction, either," Baralai assured, placing his hands on Gippal's shoulders, in an attempt to comfort the man.
"Well, yeah, but this is going to be damaging. I mean, we're not some full fledged orgainization. We're a group of Al Bheds who build machines! We don't have an army. We don't have any forces. We don't have anything like that. And what is this going to do to us?" The "us" was not referring to himself and the machine faction. Baralai sensed this.
Baralai took a step in closer to Gippal. "I don't know," he solemly said, his light brown eyes seeking comfort in the Al Bhed's fierce green gaze. His face went from a neutral look to a near melancholy look in a matter of seconds.
What was this going to do to them?
"I don't get New Yevon. Sorry Baralai, but they were trying to make ammends and now they're blaming a new ally for their mistakes. And I know you'd make a much better choice than just to go all out and fight. There's more than two choices. Other than do or don't, y'know," Gippal informed the praetor, suddenly attaining a more serious attitude.
"But they don't know. They're older, which means they have been raised with the typical values of prejudice. Raised in the way of Yevon. They were fully raised by the way of combat, by associating with the original Yevon religion. It was the Yevonites job to defend Spira against Sin, which meant boycotting Al Bhed machina and using other forms of force to ward it away from civilization.
The machina boycott led them to believe that the Al Bhed were bad, and not the machina themselves. They have been brought up during Sin's wrath, and those years plagued them longer than they have us. They can't learn to reason without combat, since they were raised under it's infulence... and were also raised under the influence that the Al Bhed were horrible creatures instead of human beings just because they were the makers of machina, that supposedly brought Sin upon us.
It wasn't the Al Bhed. It was everyone, Gippal. It was the war. We all just used the machina in order to pursue our intentions. They don't know that. That impression cannot be put on them no matter how much I preach it, since their parents raised them to be intolerent to the Al Bhed. As they grew slightly more tolerent and allowed themselves to accept the Al Bhed and the machina, they used them to help find New Yevon truths. But the high priest tampered with the machina's settings, even after being warned about their delicacy!"
"Baralai..." Gippal sensed that he was growing extremely angered. "You need to calm down."
"I'm sorry," Baralai apologized, "But this is a serious problem. We're basically going to war! And even though I'm the praetor, I have no say on whether or not we do or not!"
"The majority rule?"
"Yes, the majority rule. Accepting it comes with being the praetor. But... I can't. We've been through too much together. Do you know how much it'll hurt me to hurt you or your faction?"
"I know. It's gonna hurt..." Gippal acknowledged.
"A lot..."
Baralai let his thumb caress Gippal's cheek, savoring the feel of his skin, for it could easily be one of the last times he could be at peace and alone with his lover. He was trying to clear his mind of the whole New Yevon versus the Machine Faction battle situation, just so that he could enjoy himself.
But trying not to thnk about it only caused him to think about it.
"But... What are our terms?" Questioned Baralai, in a hushed voice.
"Actions speak louder than words," Gippal whispered back.
... and they kissed ...
... and just let the spectators spectate ...
They didn't care.
The kiss escalated into much more than a simple liplock. A pleading tongue pryed at Gippal's lips in a desperate beg for entrance. Willingly, Gippal parted his lips slightly enough to allow Baralai what he desired.
Immediately, Gippal took the initiative as soon as Baralai's tongue wandered into the caverns of his own mouth. His tongue glided slowly against Baralai's, creating such a sensual feeling. His hands were creeping up and down Baralai's back, driving gentle shivers to trail down his spine.
The sensuality of the kiss only grew stronger once Baralai's fingers lost themselves in the Al Bhed's golden hair. He allowed his tongue to explore his lovers mouth, tracing the curves of the oh so familiar territory, while caressing the younger man's scalp.
Gippal tasted sweet, like of some rare desert fruit. Every time, the taste awakens some sort of lustful being within Baralai. Only the taste of his lover can motivate that hunger. Reluctantly, Baralai pulled away from the lust-provoking kiss and looked Gippal straight in the eyes. Baralai's eyes were already clouding with a desire for Gippal.
"Baralai, you know we can't," the younger male informed the praetor.
Baralai bit down on his lip, in order to prevent the urge to attack the blonde. "I know, but..."
"You asked what our terms are. They're defined. Once everything ends, we'll come back to this," Gippal assured, with a slight smile on his face.
Baralai rested his head on Gippal's shoulder, "If it ends."
"It will. And everything is going to turn out for the better!" Gippal assured, giving Baralai a playful push.
"We can only have faith..." Baralai said, with a smile. And those were his exiting words. He turned, and just walked away...
"E muja oui!" [I love you] Gippal called out to Baralai.
"Love you, too," Baralai returned the words, but in the Spiran language.
Slowly, Baralai walked out of the Djose Temple premises. Gippal saw him off, standing tall but a little more than proud.
He was proud of Baralai and himself for holding their bond of love and friendship no matter how far the New Yevoners take the situation.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Whee, things get to happen after this chapter. I'm sorry that nothing could happen between Baralai and Gippal except a simplistic kiss, but that's all I can allow for the time being. Oh, and thanks to all the reviewers. Y'all are some nice people!!!
