Need You More
Yuna x Seymour. AU. I don't own FFX or any part of it. Rated T. Spoilers!
Short chapter. =)
I awoke before the others.
Auron was sitting at a table in the lobby. I quietly sat myself across from him.
I could feel that this needed to happen. We were brought two cups of tea.
"He told you that there is disarray in Bevelle."
"Mhm."
"And you want to fix it, to bring the wrongful to justice, to inspire Spira…" He spoke like something bitter was on his tongue.
"Y-yes." I was confident, despite the stutter. He looked at me with his one eye over top of his glasses. His face reminded me of how I feel when I can't tell Tidus the truth. "Sir, please advise me, please say what is on your mind."
He drew a deep sigh. "I was a warrior monk, a long time ago. I was going to take Kinoc's position as leader of the warrior monks, until I refused to marry to make others happy." He looked at me with that eye again, wrinkling his forehead, and quickly went back to his story. "I was disgraced. They were furious, they wanted to exile me, until I found a friend that I had had something in common with, only quite opposite. They wanted your father not to marry to make them happy, which he did not do. We were a partnership of outcasts, facing exile.
"Until we vowed to pilgirmage." His hand rested on his flask for a moment, then returned to his lap. "Then we had their support. That is Bevelle politics. You do what they want to make them happy, you have an agreement, you mutually benefit." He turned his body to face me now, looked me in the eyes, and placed a gloved index finger on the table, pointing at one of the abstract shapes which designed it, "but somebody gets hurt." He stopped pointing at the shape, and let it sink in.
"Whether you sacrifice yourself for the 'greater good' or not, somebody gets hurt. You either hurt somebody by standing up, or by standing down. You hurt the ones you stand up to, or you hurt the ones you stand down for." He got up at this point, leaving a cold cup of tea lonely. Mine was lonely, too, I suppose. I had wanted it, but now… there were more important things on my mind.
I didn't realize I had so much in common with Auron and my father. I didn't realize how often marriages are forged under pressure. I mean I knew it happened, but being reminded that it happened to my loved ones brought it closer to home. I didn't feel so alone then, which was nice.
"Auron," I called before he got too far away. "Did you dislike your betrothed?"
"I never even met her." He said, like dropping the last two coins in the collection plate, before going through the doorway.
Well it wasn't quite the same then…
I had met my fiance before we married.
And I liked him.
The sun was still rising over the bluish white horizon. It was very early. With a freshly hot tea, I watched it outside for a few minutes.
But then, a group of Guado were approaching.
"We're here to transport to Bevelle. We must haste." A minty looking one said.
"The others?" I said, waking up quickly and fidgeting around.
"Separate escort. Come, we must haste." Another repeated. I didn't want to go without my guardians… but this wasn't a trip to a Temple… so I went along.
Looks like the Guado are putting up the wedding.
I walked, carefully, in my high heeled white shoes. I had never worn anything so… precarious. I tried hard to remember the steps to take, along with the tips of how to walk in the shoes at all. Feathered white material tickled my thighs.
I have to admit, I do feel beautiful. Stunning. Glowing.
They had spent so much time prepping and preening me this morning. They taught me as many customs as accessories I tried on.
I walked side by side with him. He wore what I assume to be formal Bevellian wear… He looked… less garish. One long blue spike of hair still protruded from his cap, but I didn't mind. Would he be him without it?
We arrived at the top, a system of bridges designed to highlight us. I knew it was the ceremony, truthfully; the marriage was already done. Still some part of me wanted to run, sprint. Cold feet? After spending so much time in Macalania? After spending so much time getting dolled up that there was no time to think.
This wasn't the time to think.
What was there to think about? It doesn't matter. The marriage won't even last a year, with Auron dragging us to Zanarkand. It will make Spira happy…
Will it make me happy?
As we faced each other, I was able to steal glances at my guardians - my family - in the crowd…
Some type of burdened looks were on their faces…
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the wedding of two very loved, very wonderful patrons of Yevon." Mika began. I struggled not to keep glancing at my guardians, worried for what they were thinking. "Lady Yuna, esteemed Summoner on her pilgrimage to Zanarkand; and Maester Seymour, half Guado, half human Maester of Yevon, deepening the bonds between us all. Strengthening hope for all of Spira. What a powerful team." Out of the corner of my eye, below the red cowl, I saw Auron mouthing something…
"Maester Seymour, do you take Lady Yuna, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health…"
-w…we…-
"Yes, I do."
-a…aaar….aarrreee..-
"Lady Yuna, do you take Maester Seymour, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health…."
-p…-
Eyes are on me… crowds are waiting on me…
"Y-Yes, I do."
Before he drew me in for a kiss (our first kiss…) I saw him finish the last word…
-pr..pris…prisoners…-