#ofbesaid

"You should always keep us in your memory, young warrior."

Another day, another glance at clock in the temple of Bevelle. ‘ Please call it your home and feel as comfortable as possible ‘ they said, courtesy to his dad’s friend who brought the small blond shy boy into the temple after Sin attacked Killika - his former home. The real home, his only home ever. Cerulean orbs stared at the small necklace in his hands, playing with the material and taking ever so cautious glances at the small blue stone in the middle. A keepsake. He was meant to keep this... safe. What for? Why... was he still here when no one else was? What... fate would befall him? Was... fighting Sin an option? He had used his time in the library of the temple, reading up on what his parents had called the ‘ curse of a long forgotten war ‘. He had no means of understanding that, reading was difficult as he had never truly been taught. The blond was alright with reading books now. It probably took more time and effort, but he was still learning---learning to know that fighting a creature like that---calm after calm---was a useless struggle.

In fact it meant sacrificing yourself for a few years of piece. Sacrifices... his parents... Naruto bit down on his bottom lip, tears welling up in his eyes. Dad’s smile and the strong touch of his hand around his son’s small ones as cerulean orbs glanced up at him curiously ( asking quietly ‘ where are you going to, dad? ‘ just to receive a kind grin and ‘ I’ll defeat the monster and then come back for you ‘ ). But no one, no one had visited him in this long, long and silent, lonely month. His mother’s eyes and tears were still burning in his memories, a silent plea for Naruto to go with his uncle as she hugged him once, saying goodbye with a kiss to his forehead and a small smile playing around her thin lips as she left, left his vision, left his life. He wondered if keeping these memories alive was a form of torment, bitter tears running down his cheek as he sat on top of the steps of the temple.

“Stupid. Fighting when you know you’d lose,” he murmured and got up, grabbing his small bag before turning on his heels to run into the temple. The blond hadn’t fully taken the first step, when the collision happened. Realising his fault, Naruto reached out a hand to hold the small girl’s body before she could fall onto her back. “I am so sorry,” he said, wiping his tears away with one hand while helping her up with the other. “I didn’t see you there, really, I am sorry.” The blond took a step back, noticing he had almost made a mess of the girl’s clothes; that beautiful dress hugging her slim frame. She was even slightly taller than him, which had Naruto take a step back. What caught him mostly off guard were her eyes...

Pretty !!!

He was, at his core, devilish, something of a troll - beneath the current of kindness that pooled at his feet was a man hungry for amusement. Looking back, it really was no surprise that he elected to appoint a drunk as his guardian within minutes of meeting him.

That sort of novelty was the fuel for his fire - the will to sacrifice requires all kind of tinder, and for Braska the embers that burned brightest was laughter.

Yuna stood starkly opposite to that - a quiet, serious little thing, brazen in the way she refused to buckle, her forgiving nature a war cry all on its own.

But the one thing they shared most distinctly was their smile; its sharp the way it pinches him the first time it truly shines, bright and brimming, bleeding with benevolence.

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Peter grinned beneath his mask. It was just the two of them on the rooftop, or rather her and Spiderman. “I don’t know,” he started with a teasing tone. “My identity is supposed to be a secret.”

He took her hand in his. “Can you keep a secret?” The teasing tone dropped to a more serious one. The two had only just started dating and everything about it was better than swinging through New York. Just being around Yuna had his heart in the air. Cheesy, sure, but what did it matter when Yuna smiled at him?

            ✨ @ofbesaid with a little @endsought on the side for SEND ME “/)///V///(\” TO SEE HOW MY MUSE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOURS, TO ANOTHER PERSON! still accepting.

❝I know this is kind of silly, but… I feel like Yuna is my sister, even if we don’t have any relation by blood. Shes’s my sister, I adore her, and I’d do anything for her. Have you ever felt like you were destined to be, you know, like, someone’s sibling? In another life? That’s kind of how it is with Yuna. I wonder if she feels that way, too.❞ Then, he thought back on how she succeeded in doing what he couldn’t do. Defeating Sin. Not like he was trying to race her, but he did feel like he lost something when it came to quitting his pilgrimage.

𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿 // @ofbesaid

at the royal ball | ACCEPTING

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          While Lightning felt as strongly about leaving as the summoner, they couldn’t exactly turn tail and make an exit just yet. ❝Considering you just got here? It’s a little too early to bail.❞ Still, she found some comfort in the fact that Yuna ---- much more poised and proper than Lightning herself ---- was in a similar situation, seeking her own way out of the stuffy ballroom.

I RISE FROM THE GRAVE.

it’s apparently later than he thought. much later. and though the sound of yuna’s footsteps is heard, it does not initially pull him from his sleep. it’s the sound of her voice, instead, that brings him to full-consciousness, in one fluid motion. as it registers, he shoots upright in his bed, blue eyes blinking, his hair- likely all too familiar to her- mussed every which way.

despite the surprise of this, a moment passes and he settles enough to smile, widely. and he looks genuinely happy despite the sleep still edging his eyes. when his hands finally meet the bowl she’s presented, he laughs, his head bowing. and then, turning to her, a twinge of color enters his cheeks.

          “ thank you, yuna. i’m certain i will. ” a pause, created by her hug. one hand leaves the bowl to wrap around her, pulling her tight. then, teasingly, he continues, half-speaking through her hair as she pulls away.