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I’ve been feeling really off for the past few days, so I apologize for lack of posting. I’ll be catching up tonight/tomorrow. <3

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“So...        the fayth are the product of people who give themselves willingly to Yevon, right? Mumbo-jumbo  magic  and  all that -- But do we know anything about them?             Is there are record? I don’t see many people celebrating the individual fayth,             y'know?"

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I thought about a lot of things, like... where I was, what I'd got myself into. I started to feel... light-headed, and then, sleepy.

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Zanarkand – a city dead for a thousand years. A city that the young man would have once called home, but never truly existed in. The dead city, the ghost city – the awful reminder of the war that had happened, and the once eternal price Spira had to pay for it. The thousands of scattered lights had died out like candles; the once proud buildings fallen to rubble and disarray. Sin’s attack had ensured that the city-state survived as a reminder, but never again would it be habitable.

Tidus… wasn’t sure how to think about it. He knew, quite rightly, many people believed that it should be left alone as a monument. The hundreds – no – thousands of people who had lived and died here, as well as the summoners who had tried to reach it, deserved to be remembered and respected. But, by the same token, the machina that remained in the city could be excavated and studied – medical advances, technological wonders and ancient, Zanarkand texts could be found for those willing to take the extra effort. So many things that the young man remembered, but no one in Spira could call to know. Would it not be worth a chance to discover them again?

So, when Rikku had asked if he would be willing to accompany a small band of Al Bhed excavators, he was more than willing to jump at the chance. Leaving behind his Lady Summoner ( albeit begrudgingly, but he understood her dislike at returning to Zanarkand ) he travelled by airship to the city of the dead. Seeing the huge leaps and bounds that had been made in the years since Yuna’s pilgrimage made Tidus all the more sure of his decision – watching the way souls who would once shrink back at technology coming to embrace it. There would always be that stigma and fear, but he was confident that the mistake of the past would not be repeated.

Too many reminders.

The hiss of air through fast propellers signalled their arrival, as well as the scream of an engine as it came to land at Zanarkand’s edge. A temporary port had been established for travel by airship, with bright lights installed in the baked rock and various buildings that had been refurnished into habitable lodgings. Nothing permanent – for it was obvious no one would stay for long – but liveable. Tidus slung the small bag of belongings over his shoulder, whilst ensuring his sword was kept tight to his side. Perhaps another reason why many did not think to live in this place; the spawn of Sin was numerous and powerful.

Still, the man seemed cheery enough as he descended from the ship, keeping one hand to shield his face from the dust and debris that had been kicked up from his arrival. Blue eyes scanned his surroundings for any sign of his company, before spotting her at the edge. Cue huge wave from the star player as he picked up his pace, and a jog had him descending from the ship and past the runway to the blonde.

“Rikku! Heeeeey! Rikku!” A huge grin dominated his expressing, seeming to take up his entire face. How long had it been since he had seen the girl? He couldn’t remember anymore. “Uh… Ed ec... kuut du caa oui... ykyeh?”

His Al Bhed was rusty, but ‘death’ probably didn’t help with that.

“So, what are we lookin’ for?”

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I claim you. You are my Tidus. And I shall love you. Forever.

Dis is my Lulu.There are many others.Dis is mine.

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from the little snippets we get it sounds like these two had the sweetest friendship and im sad it wasnt touched on more

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[ I hate and love you so much, omfg. ]

[ literally i should just link cassie’s tidus but instead of a normal link its just this ]]

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herovilliers:

The blonde creeped closer and closer until he took a hold of the other blonde and gave him a big bear hug.

"YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT."

"Bones... crushing... send... help."

The poor boy was rigid in the other's grip, finding it rather difficult to get air.

"I think my back just cracked."

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herovilliers:

"COME CUDDLE WITH ME! ITS COLD OUT!"

"I-I don't think that's such a great idea." He forgot there's no point in trying with a man at least a quarter taller than him and significantly stronger. Tidus was going to be cuddled whether he liked it or not.

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herovilliers:

"Hey baby, its cold outside, come cuddle with me."

"...what?"

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photondebugger:

The sudden yell of his name did surprise him, causing the brown haired boy to turn his head curiously. He probably should’ve been way more alert to someone being nearby, but he’d been distracted. Since coming back to the Islands it seemed kinda… surreal. He kinda expected he would never see the Islands again. To be honest, he was kinda glad Tidus showed up when he did. He wasn’t one to dwell on the negative, and his friend was just the pick me up he needed. "Tidus!" Sora can’t help, but let out a large grin of his own, though a wooden sword is suddenly tossed his way. The boy fumbles with it for a few seconds, before actually getting a good grip on it. A spar, huh? Well, to be fair, Tidus never was one for small talk. The Keyblade wielder leaned forward with a grin, one hand on his hip while the other swung the wooden sword against his shoulder. "I see you haven’t changed much." Sora laughed, "No way! Are you sure you wanna mess with me? I’ve had loads of practice! Just make sure you don’t cry if I win!"

“Cry - ha! As if.”

Taunting was the norm between the island boys – as it had been since they first set foot upon its sand. Some delved into it more than others ( Tidus and Sora were likely top contenders; followed by Riku, then Wakka. ) and while some might be offended by the comments, each knew that they were play in spirit. Just like their spars had been; they would face off against each other pretending their opponent was a dragon, monster or some other ferocious beast.

It only became frightening when such turned out to be true.

“Comin’ at you!” And, just like that, the blonde haired boy sprang into action, swinging his wooden sword back in an attempt to wallop Sora across the leg. Sand sprung up in the place that he had been, and his expression was enthusiastic – if not determined to win. Tidus was a decent fighter, though he lacked the consistency of heartless and nobodies; and, before everything happened, he generally lagged behind the brunette by a miniscule amount. It had always been his aim to beat Sora, and then to challenge Riku.

After all, he could have the bragging rights of downing the kid who once soloed him, Wakka and Selphie three to one!

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a tour of spira  |  [ 1/7 ]      01. zanarkand      02. baaj temple      03. besaid island

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aladyspira:

She knew that the best way to get his attention was if she threw a blitzball at him, it was what reminded her of him most, and the opportunity to meet again was right in front of her. 

How long had it been? She couldn’t keep track. The years seemed to blur together these days. It felt like a million years ago when she fought sin, but then other days it felt like it was just a short time ago. Same with him, his face remained in her memory, but it seemed so distant.

"You could tell me what you have been up to lately." she said as she made herself visible to him.

“Yuna!? I – uh...”

The awkward laugh that left Tidus’ lips left little to be desired – nor fingers that began to scratch ever furiously at his scalp. It was almost as if he believed that by channelling his embarrassment somewhere else, he might be able to avoid it.

Truthfully, he had not meant to be so busy. Between Blizball training, (ever accompanied by Wakka and Vidina) his general duties dedicated to deciphering old machina and helping to rebuild the village, he felt as if he had little time to relax. He rose early and crashed into bed late at night; and, while it suited him, it left him little time to spend with his Lady Summoner.

“Well – uh – y’know, the usual! Been practicin’ for the tournament in Luca. Wakka sits on the sidelines and tries to direct – guess he figures being retired has something over us. His kid’s picking up on that habit, let me tell you. That house at the edge of the village is almost finished for that couple with their kid and – aha! I found some machina you might be interested in! I was meaning to show you –“

Patting at his pockets in a vain attempt to find it, the man frowned and undid the zips keeping the fabric shut. “I’m sure I put it here. Maybe at home…?”

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“Hweh? What?”

A quick turn of the man’s head indicated his acknowledgement of the one before him – to the extent that the blitzball he had been practicing with landed smack bang in the middle of his head. Wincing, Tidus reached a hand up to brush at blonde strands of hair, not seeming to notice that it had bounced away and proceeded to roll down the small incline and away from him.

“Jeez, you were a little too subtle,” he remarked, his voice a mixture of a whine and obvious teasing. He offered the other a grin as he continued. “What can I do for ya?”