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❝  respectfully i'd like to .. ask if it was okay to have your daughter's hand.  ❞ he pauses, realising the severity of his request. he only wanted to date her, to see if lord braska deemed him worthy but now it seemed like marriage.

he wasn't seymour, tidus would never pressure yuna into something like this. ❝  … n-not to marry!! just to uh—to date her, i really like her. i do, and i wanna make her happy, but its hard to live up to expectations and  … well, i just want to ask you. do you think i'm worthy of her? ❞

it is not as if he is unaccustomed to formality, being who he is. he is something of a professional by now in such arts, truly. and though it is nice to be respected, more often than not, he's found, such traditions merely serve to place unnecessary distance. too often, such things simply to get in the way.

he knows who this young man is long before he's introduced himself, of course. and that, too, makes the cautiousness with which he's approached— to him— unnecessary. but, he does not interrupt. and that's his way of returning the respect he's being offered. however, he cannot help that, as tidus speaks, a grin begins growing across his face.

the young man is obviously nervous, fidgeting. and quickly enough, braska come to see why exactly. his eyes go wide, mouth parting with surprise at the sudden request. and his expression, it seems, triggers yet another string of words, hurriedly given.

in his attempt to be polite, it seems, tidus has made a little mistake. and braska cannot help it. the second the young man is done speaingk, he bursts out laughing, dipping his head as he attempts to settle himself and blinking away tears as he looks back a moment later... positively delighted. the amusement in his voice is obvious.

𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 ? she knows not what the response to this query is, for her heart is feather - light and does not wish to disclose its most intimate secrets so easily: the truth is that she has always known that one day she, too, would have walked down the path 'pon which so many of her ancestors once did and thus she never saw any other alternative [ ... ] however, she had hoped to do so with the warmth of her beloved ones by her side, with the gruff attitude of the eldest son at each fiendish encounter and the mischievous tendencies of her middle, moon - kissed brother. and if there is something that she has never learnt, then it is to clear her mind from thoughts entirely unwelcome and unpleasant: she wanders back to her homeland albeit only in thought, to those who are now nothing more than pyreflies drifting aimlessly amongst collapsed pillars and burnt down walls.