#yuna: so how dare u even say that like :/ i would miss ur ass :/ and ur being like this :/ ur the most important person ever :/

[braskide]

‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ (from Dona)

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲. the years have washed over them, slipped away from their hands with apparent ease, yet it shows in the lines of their faces now, the fatigue pinned at the corner of the straight lips as yuna looks up from where she sits, eyes met with a familiar figure that had been sitting in a distorted and intermitted silence with her, one that she would not necessarily call uncomfortable.

when she met dona, back then — they were young, and yuna more naive than the older, yet they defended themselves from the other, as if the thought of dona pouncing at her any moment was ever present. dona was at times intense in a way yuna could never understand, not entirely at the very least — she had tried to see the world through her eyes at times, but would never quite grasp the reality of hers, not for lack of want, but two planets that are bound to forever gravitate into each other's orbit will never clash course and become one, and eventually, instead, they shall drift away from one another. in truth, time has been essential to mend wounds. she was no longer the lost young summoner of long ago, and dona shared that trait with her, although the finale has been written differently for each: a high summoner sits across the ghost of potential, of great promise; a shell of a what a great high summoner could have been.

perhaps, yuna prefers it this way, in her own selfish way of thinking. dona saw her as a rival when she was nothing but braska's daughter, and now that yuna's shadow has been cast in the same way as of her father if not in bigger grandiosity, she feels like the mantle she carries is better suited for someone like dona, one that would withstand anything — yet, yuna could never wish to have seen her turn into a statue. and dona would have been a golden one, rich with tradition and flowers thrown at her feet. but yuna sees her now as they face one another in maturity, and the thought of dona standing tall in front of yunalesca trespasses the strings of her heart. would she have done the same, knowing the truth? would she have turned herself into the hero spira has never deserved regardless?

yuna's lashes flutter, taken out of her rapture, dona's silky voice creating the arrow that shoots through her chest once more. their reality is not as ephemeral as it used to be and through its realization, it made them become new figures, ones that perhaps have little knowledge about what one's life is supposed to turn out to be. they were both so young and life barely at the beginning of its short immensity, yet — counted days. now? kilika and bevelle, so far away and so different, resplending their impact on both of their figures, showing the intricacies of their different characters. yet, still, no matter how far a drifting orbit dona would turn out to be, yuna finds herself wishing for her to reconnect, find the missing pieces of a puzzle they became of one another. ❝ i think you're wrong, ❞ her voice starts softly, yet the weight of the words' importance shows.

( 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇. )

it's a daring concept to think one might make the former summoner believe anything coming from her might be wrong, but yuna does so regardless, defying every unspoken rule between them as she has done since meeting her eyes first, years pass. ❝ how dare you? ❞ her attention is undividedly lost on the hazel of dona's eyes, melting mismatched eyes into her stare. brows furrow as to show the signs of the damage of her words, head tilting and coming forward, almost invading her space. yuna's soft spoken voice is lost somewhere along the years, her long hair falling from her shoulders. there's something dangerous that dona is implying, and it makes the apparent resting fire inside ignite and blaze. sin is a scar they carry, ever present — yuna knows it. ❝ i would miss you, ❞ yuna knows pity is not what dona searches for, but something tells her she knows what her words mean; anything but pity, compassion, mercy.

( 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. )

❝ i would never forgive you. ❞ it stings, like nails on board. but yuna keeps her stare, piercing and unforgiving, soft around the corners, tears hiding in plain sight on her lids. it hits her, as it should never do so for a high summoner — but things have changed, for better and for worse.