FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2011.

[seventhe]

It’s February and yes, that means: time for the kiss battle. Friend kisses, loving kisses, angry kisses, familial kisses, porny kisses, mouth to mouth or mouth to cheek or mouth to [insert body part here] -- all are welcome!

Guidelines for the game:

• All kisses welcome! Gen, shippy, family, friendship!


• Be kind to other people’s character/relationship choices. :) Everyone is welcome!


• Seriously, everyone is welcome - Livejournal, Dreamwidth, OpenID, whatever!


• When leaving prompts, leave one prompt per comment with the subject line: FANDOM - CHARACTERS/SHIP and your prompt in the comment body. (EX: FFVII - Cloud/Reno)


• Prompt early, prompt often and leave as many as you want!


• Prompts can be filled multiple times.


• No prompts required if you desire a kiss blitzkrieg; just post it as a reply to the entry!


• Tell your friends!

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EDIT - Make sure you're watching the later pages, too -- there are a lot of fantastic prompts hiding there that would like some kissing~!

Comments

Alignment (Auron/Braska, PG)

[seventhe]

"Auron." The voice is so soft and Auron hears it instantly, as if every fiber of his body is tuned to it - and perhaps it is; after a journey such as this one, blade and blood and blast all blurring into one long day that spans centuries, maybe his entire being has in fact aligned itself with Lord Braska. Auron would not be surprised to learn it is so; it hurts more this way, so Spira must approve.

He says nothing and simply listens, as the soft footsteps cross the intricate metal floor of Zanarkand; he waits until Braska's robes appear at the edges of his vision. Soft, muted colors. Everything about Braska is soft and gentle, layers of silk and cotton over a framework of steel. Even his mage's spells seem to bring release rather than destruction, Fira slipping gently down a fiend's throat and closing its eyes.

"Auron," Braska says, "I need you to agree to this."

And Auron laughs, hard and harsh, because he cannot agree to anything anymore: he is out of alignment with Yevon, completely, the spear that pierces his heart. He is out of phase with Summoners and their spirals; he is the opposite of the Calm.

Braska sighs. "I will do it anyway, but it will be easier if you have agreed to it."

At this, Auron's heart clutches, and he turns to face his lord, soft pale shadows in Zanarkand's strange light. "I cannot condone this." His voice is dark, and rough, and it breaks on the soft lines of Braska's face. "I cannot agree to you going to die for a false hope, and I cannot -" Here his voice actually breaks, as he glances into the shadows, at the man sleeping beside the resin of their fire. Even this far into their journey, facing his own destruction, Jecht still snores like a shoopuf on hypers. "I just can't, Braska."

"I cannot make you." Braska's eyes are heavy on his face. They are the only thing not-soft about Braska: his eyes have always been sharp, a grey so dark Auron thinks maybe they are the source of all of his iron; he is drawn to them like a magnet. "And I won't make you. But I wish you could see how much I need you."

Auron's laugh is so sad, now, a choking sound that fades into the black.

"We both know Jecht is something different," Braska continues, and his voice is soft - but not with reverence; as if he doesn't want Zanarkand to hear their secrets. "He is from some other world, some other time: what if he is the key to breaking this chain?"

"And I should let you die for the chance?" Auron scoffs, even as he wants to sag at Braska's feet. "What if he is not?"

"Then I need you," Braska says plainly, his eyes wide open and clear, "to help Yuna find the weak link." The clarity turns hard. "I need you to help my child break free of this. I need you to make sure Yunie doesn't die too."

The words are harsh and Auron is almost surprised at his lord's cruelty, until he sees the tears welling in the corners of Braska's eyes - that that breaks him, for Braska has not cried yet, not for anything: not for the betrayal of his church or the lies of Yevon or the truths of Yunalesca. "Oh, my lord," and he hasn't called Braska that since the first day of their travels. Auron leans forward, broken, his thumb wiping the wet trail on Braska's cheek. His lips touch there a moment later, and Braska is shaking, and his heart clenches even as he brings his mouth down to Braska's and kisses him, as soft and gentle and strong as Braska is himself, in answer.

Can the magnet deny its pole? "If this is what you want," and maybe there are tears in his voice, too; Auron doesn't think about it. "If this is what you want, Braska, then I will do it."

Braska's fingers twine into Auron's ponytail in answer, pulling his mouth in for another last kiss, salted with tears and the taste of iron.

Re: Alignment (Auron/Braska, PG)

[owlmoose]

he is the opposite of the Calm.

I love this line. I love all of this, really, how Braska's tears and hopes are for Yuna and how Auron agrees at the end. Thank you!

Re: Alignment (Auron/Braska, PG)

[cypher]

adjkfshhkj my heart ;3;

Re: Alignment (Auron/Braska, PG)

[lassarina]

Oh, Sev. Oh. Ow.