FIC: Crooked Wings -- FFX-- Chapter 5 -- T

[batsutousai]

Title: Crooked Wings
Author: Batsutousai
Beta: Shara Lunison
Rating: T
Pairings: Tidus/Seymour
Warnings: AU, major canon-fuckery
Summary: On that fateful day when Yunalesca faced Sin, only part of her died, and the part that stayed alive finds itself in Spira a thousand years later.

Disclaim Her: Poor Seymour. I do such terrible things to him.

A/N: So, I considered putting a lemon in this chapter, but then remembered I'd decided not to go there with this fic, so meh. *sticks out tongue* There is, however, a kiss and blatant 'hints' that something is about to happen between Tidus and Seymour off-screen, so if the thought of naughty sex-love between two men makes you sick, close your eyes for the last one hundred seventy words or so. XD

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My Secrets Become Your Truth
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There had turned out to have been a couple of survivors between the command centre and the Al Bhed gun, who had escaped the two attacks mostly intact. Those who could were moving on to Djose Temple for healing or a place to recover. Those who couldn't move without a great deal of assistance, simply remained where they had fallen, occasionally moaning or commenting on their coming death.

"Go on to Djose," Gina suggested when Yuna looked helplessly towards those who remained on the battlefield after the sending. "Tidus, Rikku, and I can stay here and see what we can do to help. You still need to get Ixion's help."

Yuna glanced at her guardians and received smiles in return, strained though they were. Tidus and Rikku, when Yuna looked to them, also smiled, so she nodded, clearly relieved. "Yes, I'll do that. You won't stop at Djose at all?"

Gina smiled and shook her head. "Yuna, knowing that you and your guardians will be there to assist the priests is enough for me. We'll do what we can here, then continue on."

"Will we..." Yuna swallowed. "Will we see each other again?"

"The path to Zanarkand is long and treacherous, with enough rest stops on the way," Auron offered. "I am sure we will run into each other again, even if it is only in passing in Macalania Woods."

"Don't lose heart, Yunie," Rikku added. "This isn't goodbye, only a sort of 'see you later'."

Yuna smiled gratefully. "Okay, then. See you later."

Everyone traded their goodbyes, then the three party members who were staying set their packs to one side, rooted through them for healing items, then started off through the wounded and dying. For those that could be helped, potions were fed; for those that couldn't, a hard-faced party member would end their suffering at their request and Gina would send them.

As night fell, the friends set up a camp partway up the path to Djose. They were joined by many of those they'd helped and food was shared around in silence. Those who had been the most wounded were sent to bed by a stern Gina, and those who had fared better – a few had remained with Gina's party to assist with the wounded – divvied up watch duty before crawling into blood-splattered bedrolls for the night.

Early the next morning, the large group gathered their things and started towards Djose in silence. Many of the travellers would be remaining at the temple, but a few had decided to continue on towards Guadosalam and Bevelle, so chose to stay with Gina's party. With so many people, fiends were but a nuisance, even with having to support the occasional wounded.

At the temple, the group split, leaving seven people, including Gina's party, to continue on. The Crusaders with them shared stories about who they were and why they'd chosen the course that had brought them to that beach. Some cried over lost friends, others were too hardened by loss to give more than a passing frown. The journey was a sad one, but they made do. And, after having travelled the Mi'ihen Highroad with only three people to split the night watch between, Gina, Rikku, and Tidus enjoyed the company, as gloomy as it was.

At the Moonflow, three of their companions remained to speak with those who were gathered under a tent, creating a rallying point for the Crusaders who had survived. Only one person joined the line for the shoopuf, and he only wanted to continue on until Guadosalam, so he could say a proper farewell to his friends who had passed on.

"It will be good to be past all these people," Gina commented quietly to her guardians while they waited for the shoopuf to be ready to launch. "Not that I don't appreciate their value or sympathise with their losses..."

"It's nice to have someone around to help pick up the slack," Tidus agreed, "but I sort of prefer just travelling with the three of us."

"It's certainly less gloomy," Rikku offered. "I don't suppose there's a way to avoid the Thunder Plains?"

"Avoid them?" Tidus asked, frowning. "Is there something wrong with them?"

Rikku looked a little ashamed. "I just..." She shuffled her feet, then mumbled, "I'm scared of lightning."

Gina stepped over and wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, shooting Tidus a helpless look. "I'm sorry, Rikku," the summoner offered. "I wish I knew a way around it."

"If anyone knows a way around it, it would be the guado, right?" Tidus offered. "We can ask around while we're there."

Rikku perked up at that. "Yeah..."

Gina shot Tidus a bright smile. "Excellent. Even if they don't know a way around the Plains, they might have some sort of lightning repelling device that we can get you, okay?"

Rikku nodded, looking much better. "Yeah. Thanks." She flushed a bit. "My brothers always make fun of me when someone mentions that."

"Your brothers are jerks," Tidus announced, then shot Rikku a grin. "I mean, look at everyone else around here; they're afraid of machina."

Rikku giggled and covered her mouth with one hand. "You're going to get lynched if you keep that up," she warned him.

"You'll save me though, won't you?" Tidus opened his eyes really wide, earning him another giggle. Mission accomplished.

Gina shook her head at the two, happy to see them smiling after days of gloomy silence. "Come on, you two. Shoopuf's ready."

The ride was filled with a great deal of shoving and teasing between Rikku and Tidus, which made the hypello at the head nervous, but Gina enjoyed the show. Gina assured the hypello twice that the two weren't really going to go shoving each other off the shoopuf's back, but it didn't much seem to help.

On the far bank, they disembarked and moved a bit out of the way of the terminal on that side before setting up camp for the evening.

"I bet I know exactly which guado you want to talk to," Gina commented once Rikku had dozed off. Tidus had the first watch, so he was sitting next to the fire, working on getting the nicks out of his blade.

Tidus flushed ever so faintly, then shot his summoner a dark look. "Yeah? So what if I am hoping he's around?"

Gina laughed and shook her head. "Oh, Tidus, I don't like him, but I'm not going to tell you you're not allowed to even speak to him in passing. I know you'll be careful, and that's really all that matters to me."

Tidus relaxed and offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Gina offered. "It's been a trying few days." She shuffled around in her bedroll, trying to find a more comfortable position, then commented, "You know, I didn't even notice he'd gone after you on that beach until you two returned together."

"Yeah, it was a bit surprising," Tidus allowed, setting his sword to one side and stretching a bit. "If anyone would have come after me, I'd have figured it would be you or Rikku, but it sounded like you had your hands full protecting Yuna and Lulu."

"Yuna is definitely a handful," Gina commented drily and they shared a grin. "She's a good kid, though, for all that she intends to waste her short life on putting an end to Sin." Her smile turned sad as she considered Tidus, who had looked away. "Rather like another teen I know."

Tidus shook his head. "You should talk," he commented. "I mean, I know you're not actually seventeen, but you look it."

"I don't have any intention of sacrificing myself to rid the world of Sin," Gina pointed out, but it was said with no anger or disappointment. They both knew there was no other choice.

They were silent for a long moment after that. Gina was just settling in to sleep when Tidus offered, "On the beach, I almost ran after him. After Sin."

"But?"

"Seymour...stopped me."

Gina closed her eyes and smiled just a little bit. "I'm glad," she offered. Seymour still set her hair on end, but he meant something to Tidus, and something in the young dream must have spoken to the maester. Gina promised herself that she would give Seymour a chance, if only for Tidus.

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"We might as well spend a night here," Gina decided once they'd reached the underground caverns of Guadosalam. "That will give us more time to ask around about alternative paths, and sleeping on a real bed would be nice."

"No complaints here," Rikku chirped. "Do you want me to go secure some rooms, or..." She waved her hand at the nearby inn.

Gina glanced over at Tidus, who had eyes only for the large, posh manor set high in the city. "No," she said to Rikku, "let's look around a bit, first. It's still early, and if we have our packs on us, we don't have to go running back to the inn for things to sell, right?"

"Yeah, good point." Rikku glanced over at Tidus, smiled at his distraction, then called, "Oiy! Tidus, your fly is undone!"

Tidus let out an undignified sound and checked his shorts. Finding them to be fine, he turned to Rikku. "You little brat!" he shouted, running towards her.

Rikku shrieked and dashed off into the city, giggling madly. Tidus raced after her, shouting threats.

Gina let out a soft snort and started into the city herself, shaking her head at their insanity. She was glad they were having fun, but did they have to behave like buffoons?

Gina spent the next couple of hours touring the city. She asked a few people about alternate methods for getting across the Thunder Plains, but no one seemed to know of any such. The weapons shop owner suggested a series of shields that gave the wearer extra protection against lightning, but he had nothing other than that. After thanking him for his trouble, Gina continued on, disappointed that there seemed to be no other way past this obstacle. She sincerely hoped Tidus or Rikku had managed better.

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Tidus had eventually given up on enacting vengeance on Rikku and left her to wander alone. He asked a few people about ways around the Thunder Plains – always receiving responses in the negative – but he was more concerned with looking around the city, with its stained glass and the appearance of it simply having grown from the cave walls around it. Tidus thought it all amazing and occasionally bumped into other people while looking around in wonder.

One such person that he bumped into caught him around the shoulders before he could fall and graced him with a quiet laugh that completely distracted him from his viewings of the city. "You should be more careful, Sir Tidus," Seymour chastised lightly.

Tidus laughed at himself and took a step back so he wasn't so much in Seymour's space – for all that he very much liked it there, the scowls on Seymour's guards' faces were warning enough. "Sorry," he offered, feeling his face flush and silently cursing it, "I was just so distracted by the architecture..." He glanced over at a nearby shop, colourful windows held in place by twisting rock, and added, "It's amazing. I can't imagine what it would have been like to grow up here."

Seymour glanced over at the shop Tidus was staring at. "Neither can I," he admitted. Before Tidus could fully assimilate his words, the maester asked, "Where is your summoner and fellow guardian?"

Tidus blinked a few times while his brain caught up, then he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Gina, Rikku, and I split up to tour the city." He cocked his head to one side. "I don't suppose you know of another way past the Thunder Plains? Rikku doesn't like lightning."

Seymour shook his head. "I'm afraid not," he said. At Tidus' crestfallen look, he offered, "However, my people have something of a carriage that protects those within from the lightning. It's reserved for when the city elder or Maester has to travel through the Thunder Plains, but I'll be travelling to Macalania Temple tomorrow evening. If you're willing to wait a day and a half, you may ride with me."

Tidus' eyes lit up. "Really?" he whispered.

"Certainly," Seymour agreed, finding himself smiling at the happiness suffusing the boy's face.

"Thanks, Seymour!" Tidus exclaimed, bouncing a bit. "I need to find Gina and Rikku!" He turned and dashed off.

One of Seymour's guards stepped forward. "Is it wise, Lord Seymour, to invite such a boy to ride with you?" the man asked. "He is quite rude."

"It's a part of his charm," Seymour replied, staring in the direction Tidus had disappeared.

"His charm, my lord?"

Seymour hummed and turned to look at his guard. "Hakola, go after him and invite him and his party to the château for the evening meal. There is little point in forcing a summoner and her party to suffer the inn fare when there are proper meals to be had."

The guard sighed, but inclined his head in understanding. "As you say, my lord," he agreed before starting off after the teen.

Seymour continued on his walk, glancing around at the buildings. Guadosalam really was a beautiful city. He found himself silently cursing both his late father and his people, wishing...wishing...

All of his buried hatred...why did that boy bring it back to him so fiercely? Why did talking with Tidus always return him to that lonely little boy who stood over his mother's crystal tomb, crying his heart out at the unfairness of the world?

And, most of all, why didn't he hate the boy for it?

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"Thank you for having us, Maester Seymour," Gina offered as they were shown into the dining room. "And, also, for the offer of your private carriage."

"It's no trouble, Lady Gina," Seymour replied, standing from his seat and motioning to the three additional place settings around the large table. "Please, take your seats. The food should be out directly."

Tidus politely held Gina's chair out for her, earning him a smile, then took the open seat next to Seymour, completely ignoring Rikku, who was standing next to the empty chair next to Gina.

Rikku blinked at him a bit stupidly. "Tidus!" she complained.

Tidus smiled at her. "I considered pulling your chair out of the way just when you were about to sit, but I decided to be the mature one and just resist the temptation completely."

"You, mature?" Rikku shot back even as she took her seat.

Gina sighed in resignation, more amused than irritated at her guardians' argument. She appreciated Tidus' urge to behave, for once, but suspected it had more to do with their host than who was the more mature.

Speaking of their host... Gina turned and considered Seymour from behind her wine glass as he smiled at Tidus and Rikku's politely veiled insults. The half-guado seemed almost as much interested in Tidus as the teen appeared in him. He watched Tidus out of the corner of one eye, looking without seeming to look. He was so distracted that his eyes flickered in surprise when his plate of food was set in front of him, even though Gina and Rikku had already received their food across from him.

As they all turned to their food, an uncomfortable silence fell, no one quite certain what to say.

Finally, Gina set her fork to one side and took a sip from her wine, commenting, "This is a lovely château, your Grace. I was told by a few people in the city that it historically belongs to the elder of the city, but you are, in fact, the one that holds it?"

Seymour smiled politely. "Yes. My late father was the elder of the city at the time that he converted to the religion of Yevon. When he died and I was sworn in as a maester, my people agreed that it would be best for the building to remain in the hands of the one who closest connected the guado to the other species of Spira, be that a maester or the city elder. At that time, that was myself."

"It would also have been simpler, I would think," Gina commented. "I mean, you already resided here, did you not?"

Seymour took a careful bite of food and took his time chewing, giving himself the time to come up with a viable answer. Finally, he offered, "I did not live with my father, I'm afraid. I was too busy making a name for myself in Bevelle to visit Guadosalam very often."

"That's sad," Tidus offered. "I mean, it really is a lovely city."

Seymour smiled faintly and inclined his head. "Bevelle has its own beauties."

Tidus shrugged. "Every city has its own beauty, but there's something about Guadosalam... It's different from..." He swallowed and looked down at his food, pain crossing his eyes.

"It feels more like a home, more like a community," Gina offered and Tidus shot her a grateful look. She smiled back, then looked to Seymour, who was looking between them with curiosity. "Cities always have a detached sort of feel to them, no matter how lovely the architecture. It has its place and time, but there's something nice about the feeling of community."

"It does feel rather like Home," Rikku offered, shrugging. "Kilika had a similar feeling, but there's something different about it being a village made up of the majority, and a city made up of a minority."

Seymour narrowed his eyes slightly. "Yes, I suppose you would understand that feeling," he commented almost neutrally.

Rikku stared back at him, defiant, even as Gina rested a warning hand on her arm.

Tidus coughed. "I don't remember hearing anything about an Al Bhed not being allowed as a guardian," he offered evenly. "I mean, if you're going to penalise Rikku for being Al Bhed, you might as well do the same to Yuna for being half-Al Bhed, right?" He smiled oh so brightly at Seymour, but there was something hard in his eyes. "And I don't think anyone wants to fight against Yuna's pilgrimage, considering who her father was. I really can't see Spira handling such an attack too well."

Seymour couldn't help the faint smile that touched his lips; it was unspeakably refreshing to find someone who wasn't afraid to stand against him, in spite of his title. Truly, none of this party seemed to pay him mind based on his title, but Tidus was, by far, the most blatant about it. "Forgive me, please," he offered, "I meant no insult. I am merely surprised to find an Al Bhed working with a summoner of Yevon, knowing how against us your people are." He smiled at Rikku, who narrowed her eyes, then turned to Gina. "It is the summoner's choice who she or he employs as guardians, not the maesters'."

"We understand," Gina replied diplomatically, one hand still on Rikku's arm, hoping the girl wouldn't try anything she might later regret. "I know the Al Bhed and Yevon have a long history of violence towards one another; your surprise was not completely unexpected."

They all relaxed back into their seats, potentially violent situation diverted, and Seymour glanced at Tidus. "You spoke so fondly of your mother, Sir Tidus, might I enquire what she was like?"

Tidus blinked, surprised, then shrugged. "She was never the same after Jecht left," he mentioned, smiling a bit grimly at the surprised sound Rikku made. "Oh, yeah, that bastard was my dad."

Rikku shook her head. "You never mentioned him," she offered, uncomfortable. "I mean, I know you said once that you hate your old man, but you never mentioned he was famous."

Tidus smiled a bit grimly. "It's something I try to forget," he offered and he and Gina traded knowing glances before he turned back to Seymour. "Mom really loved him, and after he left she just sort of fell apart. She got really sick and died a few years later."

"I'm sorry," Seymour offered, sounding truly sorry.

Tidus shrugged. "It happens, I suppose. If I hadn't been around, she would have died much sooner, but she held it together just long enough to make sure I'd be fine on my own. At least, that's what Auron always told me."

Seymour cleared his throat. "You could visit the Farplane. See her again."

Tidus smiled bitterly. "No."

Rikku frowned. "But–"

Gina shook her head, her heart going out to the pained look in Tidus' eyes. "What about you, your Grace? I heard that your mother and you were close?"

Seymour's face blanked and he looked for a moment like he wasn't about to answer, but then Tidus leaned forward, curiosity banishing the sorrow in his eyes, and Seymour couldn't find it in himself to refuse the boy an answer, so he cleared his throat and allowed, "She was very sick, and there were no doctors who could help her. She sacrificed her life, became a fayth, so she might stay with me even in death. I trained to become a summoner at her behest."

"You never faced Sin?" Gina wondered, intrigued.

Seymour shook his head. "High Summoner Braska got to it first, and my father suggested I train to become a maester during the Peace. By the time Sin returned, I was set on my course."

The rest of the meal continued like that, with them sharing stories about their parents. Rikku was the only one with a still-living parent – unless you counted Sin or Seymour's aeon – but they had all lost someone. It didn't take much for them to get comfortable in each other's company, or as comfortable as Rikku and Gina could get around a man who occasionally made their hair stand on end.

As dessert was being brought out, Seymour offered, "I'm sure you have already collected rooms for yourselves at the inn, but if you would prefer, there are some empty guest rooms here. If we are to be travelling together tomorrow evening, it may be easier for you if your things were already here." He smiled a bit uncertainly.

Rikku and Tidus both looked to Gina, neither particularly disgusted by the idea, but only Tidus held any real interest in remaining in Seymour's home for the night. Gina, herself, didn't much care one way or another, and they never actually got around to collecting rooms at the inn; after Tidus had told them about the carriage and the guado who had followed him had invited them to supper, they'd gone around collecting the supplies they'd been too distracted to get earlier, before making their way to the château.

Gina smiled at the maester. "We never quite found the time to get rooms at the inn," she allowed, "so your offer is appreciated. Thank you."

"Certainly," Seymour replied with a smile. "Once you have finished with your desserts, I shall have some of my people show you to your rooms for the night."

"Of course. And, again, thank you," Gina replied, amused by the excited look Tidus was trying to hide behind his dessert.

Dessert was finished quickly, the mention of proper beds – especially ones not potentially infested with who knew what after previous occupants – was too much for the weary travellers. Once finished, the guests were ushered to the promised rooms. Gina and Rikku were asleep almost as soon as their heads touched their pillows, but Tidus wasn't so lucky. He twisted and turned for almost an hour, plagued by memories of a world that was only a dream and his coming erasure.

Finally, he got up and slipped from his room. It seemed somehow wrong to be creeping, like a thief, through so lovely a home, but he had nothing to occupy himself with in his room. At home, when he'd been unable to sleep, he would pull out a blitzball and practise or – on particularly bad nights – he'd take out some old darts and make holes in a picture of Jecht. But Tidus had given up blitzball to save this world, and there were no photos of Jecht, or even darts, so he was left with simply wandering a strange house. Perhaps he could learn something more about Seymour. The fates – or, more likely, given the laws of Spira, the fayth – were giving him all the chances to learn about the half-guado, to get to know him and, maybe, to win him. One more happiness before his life would end.

"Stop that, Tidus," he ordered himself. "If Jecht could see you now, he'd laugh."

Cry-baby. Good for nothing, cry-baby.

Tidus sighed and ran a hand over his face, leaning back against a nearby wall. He was too tired to be thinking about his old man.

"You look unwell," a quiet voice commented.

Tidus blinked up at Seymour, who was dressed in a loose night-robe. The teen became suddenly aware that he, himself, was wearing nothing more than his shorts and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I, uh, yeah. I...couldn't sleep. Thought maybe a walk would help." He tried a smile, but wasn't sure how honest it was.

Seymour nodded. "I, too, was having trouble finding sleep," he allowed, pushing open a door a few centimetres from where Tidus was leaning against the wall. "I often find some music and juice help me to relax. Would you like to join me?"

Tidus blinked, then shrugged and pushed off the wall. "Sure. Sounds better than continuing to get lost."

The maester smiled at that. "It is a large building. I was told that, back before my father took the post, whole families would live in the château. Children and grandchildren of the current elder." His expression darkened. "My father had none of those."

Tidus frowned as he settled in a comfortable chair in the room. "I thought he took the position just before you were born."

Seymour started up an old music player and poured them each a cup of something before settling into the chair next to the young guardian. "I...did not live with my father," he allowed after a long moment of gentle melody. "My mother and I were banished, for not being guado."

"Oh," Tidus whispered, understanding what Seymour had stopped himself from saying back on that beach. He shook his head, then offered, "You're here now, though. He got his stick out of his ass?"

Seymour choked in surprise, turning to stare at Tidus, who offered him a grin. After a moment, the maester let out a long, honest laugh and relaxed back in his chair. "Yes, my father saw the error of his ways shortly after High Summoner Braska brought the Calm. He had me fetched and insisted it was a 'time for great change and acceptance', or some such. High Summoner Braska had, after all, married between races, and he'd done a great thing for all of Spira; surely I would be accepted, as Lady Yuna had been."

"I suppose you were," Tidus offered gently. "Your people – the guado – love you, completely. And I've yet to hear any hume speak poorly of you."

"Anyone can become accepted, once the path has been laid," Seymour replied, shaking his head. "My father made great strides towards acceptance among the humes while I was away. He was well enough loved that they could hardly hate his son."

"You almost would have been better off being banished," Tidus murmured, memories in his voice. "At least there, there were no expectations of being your father's son, no chance of disappointing someone because they expected different."

"They expected a young, more hume version of Jyscal," Seymour agreed, tone biting. "Instead, they got me, and they learned to deal with it." He snorted. "My father wasn't quite certain what to do with me. He sent me away to Macalania Temple in part, I think, so he wouldn't be faced with his own mistakes every day." He took a long drink of his juice then, quietly, offered, "He never once visited the Temple while I trained there. He was the maester of the Temple and he never visited it."

"He didn't deserve to be a dad," Tidus offered, uncertain which of their fathers he was really speaking of.

Seymour inclined his head in agreement and they both fell silent, content to relax to the gentle melody.

Tidus hadn't even realised he'd drifted off until a hand shook his shoulder. "Tidus," Seymour called. "Tidus, you must wake."

The teen groaned and opened his eyes, glaring drowsily at the man in front of him. "Wha?" he grumbled.

Seymour smiled and the hand on Tidus' shoulder touched his face gently. "You can't sleep in here," he murmured before moving to pull away.

Tidus reached up, grabbed the maester's wrist and pulled the man back down until he could feel Seymour's breath against his own lips. "Forgive me," he whispered, then leaned up to brush his lips against Seymour's.

Seymour froze, surprised, and let himself be kissed oh-so gently. Something in him broke as the teen pulled back, shame in his eyes, and the half-guado leaned forward to take Tidus' lips in a brutal kiss, biting at his lower lip until the teen's mouth opened and Seymour could plunder it with his tongue.

When he pulled back, both of them were panting, staring into each other's eyes. "Come to bed with me," Seymour whispered.

"Yes, please," Tidus replied.

They stumbled up from their positions over and in the chair, then down the hall to Seymour's room. Tidus didn't bother looking around at the elegance, too busy tugging Seymour's robe off while the older man dealt with Tidus' shorts.

There would be time for looking in the morning. Tidus wasn't going anywhere.

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A/N: So, which of you pansies closed your eyes? XD
Erm, yeah, probably shouldn't taunt the readers/potential-reviewers. *shifty eyes* I love you?

Not sure how IC Seymour was in the end, there, but... meh. I got them in bed together. That was really all I cared about at that point.
Also, that whole scene, commiserating about their dads... Yeah, that turned out so much better in my mind than it did on the screen. *sorrow* Eh, it happens. I can't be arsed to fix it.

~Bats ^.^x

Chapters:
1 - Otherworld ||| 2 - Neither Friend Nor Foe ||| 3 - Sometimes Good-Bye is a Second Chance
4 - Heaven Sent a Hurricane ||| 5 - My Secrets Become Your Truth ||| 6 - Every Clap of Thunder
7 - Throw Your World Away (For Love) ||| 8 - Poisonous Drugs of Hate ||| 9 - Wisdom, Justice, & Love
10 - Turning on a Dime ||| 11 - Kings and Queens of Promise ||| 12 - Stepped Into a Cruel World
13 - ???
Incomplete

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