"Like I w'ld even look away~" There's a grasp, a touch, but only by the warmth of it. The tangle holds, spins sideways, and--
Oh. Oh that is peculiar.
"I gotcha. We're good." It's for Esteban's own benefit, he can tell. There's worry, and anxiousness; a split second of confusion and mismatched expectations before something uncoils, the curl of wings and tail shifting to give him room to breathe. There is a protectiveness settled, deep in his bones, of keeping others safe, of risking life and limbs to save them, get them out of danger, no matter the cost. Esteban too is impatient, but it's leashed, held by old, well-worn ropes.
They are frayed, right now, down to the weave, but they hold together.
He's worried about Inigo. He's worried about Tidus. He's worried about everyone-- and Esteban tugs back a little at the connection, startled at how much gets pushed and shown and shared and suddenly he's not so sure it's a good idea. There's too many emotions, only barely kept from sight, and for a moment, he thinks to hide them, but it's like trying to stop a flood with his bare hands. He'll never make it.
He tries anyways, keeps his grip onto the blond's wrist, barely a whisper, tight as a rope. Tries his best to keep Tidus-- Tidus-- Tidus here, and Esteban gathers something close to himself. A deep breath and his companion can see it, see how lovely it is. Esteban calls him Sunshine, yes, but it's also something he associates with him.
It's a glass bottle, completely crystal clear, with azure waters and sand so fine it whispers with the artificial tide. Sunlight glows from within, gleaming onto the breaks and a tiny, thumbnail blitzball floats back and forth with their movement. A wave is etched and molded into the crystal, surging along the length of the glass, where it breaks into a loop at the neck, curling in on itself. There, dangles a tiny, silver-blue charm, finned, like Gibs' ears.
This is precious to Esteban, this is a shard of his soul, a thread he's associated with Tidus, because he will miss him when he loses him, and Esteban always, always loses everyone that he ever gets attached to. He can't protect them, not really, not forever. He can only try.
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Oh. Oh that is peculiar.
"I gotcha. We're good." It's for Esteban's own benefit, he can tell. There's worry, and anxiousness; a split second of confusion and mismatched expectations before something uncoils, the curl of wings and tail shifting to give him room to breathe. There is a protectiveness settled, deep in his bones, of keeping others safe, of risking life and limbs to save them, get them out of danger, no matter the cost. Esteban too is impatient, but it's leashed, held by old, well-worn ropes.
They are frayed, right now, down to the weave, but they hold together.
He's worried about Inigo. He's worried about Tidus. He's worried about everyone-- and Esteban tugs back a little at the connection, startled at how much gets pushed and shown and shared and suddenly he's not so sure it's a good idea. There's too many emotions, only barely kept from sight, and for a moment, he thinks to hide them, but it's like trying to stop a flood with his bare hands. He'll never make it.
He tries anyways, keeps his grip onto the blond's wrist, barely a whisper, tight as a rope. Tries his best to keep Tidus-- Tidus-- Tidus here, and Esteban gathers something close to himself. A deep breath and his companion can see it, see how lovely it is. Esteban calls him Sunshine, yes, but it's also something he associates with him.
It's a glass bottle, completely crystal clear, with azure waters and sand so fine it whispers with the artificial tide. Sunlight glows from within, gleaming onto the breaks and a tiny, thumbnail blitzball floats back and forth with their movement. A wave is etched and molded into the crystal, surging along the length of the glass, where it breaks into a loop at the neck, curling in on itself. There, dangles a tiny, silver-blue charm, finned, like Gibs' ears.
This is precious to Esteban, this is a shard of his soul, a thread he's associated with Tidus, because he will miss him when he loses him, and Esteban always, always loses everyone that he ever gets attached to. He can't protect them, not really, not forever. He can only try.