Snippet - A bid to escape
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wilderthanFandom: Final Fantasy X-2
For: Gippal/Baralai 10k fic
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Gippal, Baralai
He felt Baralai's hands pressing against his chest, and the gentle wash of healing magic, before he really registered anything else. Then he realised that he had a headache, pounding as if something had crawled into his skull and was repeatedly pushing outwards -- hard -- in a bid to escape. "Did I drink too much?"
Baralai laughed. "No. Can you sit up?"
Gippal tried, and found that, yes, he could. There were rather more of Baralai than there were meant to be, but aside from that... "Ooh. Are you sure I didn't drink too much? My head..."
"The airship..." Baralai bit his lip. "There was some kind of freak storm. Remember?"
Gippal decided that if it had been that bad he didn't want to remember, but the real world had to intrude sometime and he looked around, somewhat unwillingly, at the wreckage around them, and wondered what kind of swear words were applicable in this situation. "Ur cred," he tried, and then, "vilg," and then, finally, and most quietly, "shit."
For: Gippal/Baralai 10k fic
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Gippal, Baralai
He felt Baralai's hands pressing against his chest, and the gentle wash of healing magic, before he really registered anything else. Then he realised that he had a headache, pounding as if something had crawled into his skull and was repeatedly pushing outwards -- hard -- in a bid to escape. "Did I drink too much?"
Baralai laughed. "No. Can you sit up?"
Gippal tried, and found that, yes, he could. There were rather more of Baralai than there were meant to be, but aside from that... "Ooh. Are you sure I didn't drink too much? My head..."
"The airship..." Baralai bit his lip. "There was some kind of freak storm. Remember?"
Gippal decided that if it had been that bad he didn't want to remember, but the real world had to intrude sometime and he looked around, somewhat unwillingly, at the wreckage around them, and wondered what kind of swear words were applicable in this situation. "Ur cred," he tried, and then, "vilg," and then, finally, and most quietly, "shit."
