Esteban isn't too sure what is going on at first. It's not so much that the distance between them is shrinking, and more like Tidus is reaching across to just skip it back to him. His thoughts-- his being turns to set a solid path, hand reaching for the blond's and the need to make him safe, to make him come back paves the way into stones. The final yank is the hardest, Esteban recognizing that yes, he's helping, and suddenly he's pulling them both across the last of the void with a reckless, careless heave.
And if that makes them fly-stumble the last of the way, well. Esteban has arms and wings and a hug waiting to catch them both, his entire being stretched into getting them back, getting them both back safe and sound. It takes over everything else, anything else, the only one other thing is to keep the anchor to the train, no matter how impatient, no matter how much he wants to protect them.
Dead Guardians in a ditch it's only their first anchoring, and Esteban already just wants to fall asleep. There's been so many ups and downs and focus and stretches where he couldn't focus and all of it has left him so raw, feeling so in-tune with Tidus and yet so absolutely not that he feels a little dizzy with it, clutching at the glass for one moment more before they appear. It darts sunshine across his hands that Tidus is the only one to see, before the item is tucked away to better welcome them back.
Somewhere at Esteban's side, the flutter of gossamer fabric sways to wrap about them, completely invisible to the person concerned. It weaves and winds around them in movements so fluid, it might have been water, if it weren't so light. On each side of it, two oblong beads provide an easy anchor, a way to hold the fabric if one were to use it to dance. The stones are pale like the dawn, threaded through with a delicate golden wire, splayed out in thumbnail-small suns. Charms dangle from the beads on each side, captured by a short chain. A small dragon clutching a blade on the right. And the tiny sunflower on the left, with an itty-bitty leaf just like Jumblie's little collar to the left.
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And if that makes them fly-stumble the last of the way, well. Esteban has arms and wings and a hug waiting to catch them both, his entire being stretched into getting them back, getting them both back safe and sound. It takes over everything else, anything else, the only one other thing is to keep the anchor to the train, no matter how impatient, no matter how much he wants to protect them.
Dead Guardians in a ditch it's only their first anchoring, and Esteban already just wants to fall asleep. There's been so many ups and downs and focus and stretches where he couldn't focus and all of it has left him so raw, feeling so in-tune with Tidus and yet so absolutely not that he feels a little dizzy with it, clutching at the glass for one moment more before they appear. It darts sunshine across his hands that Tidus is the only one to see, before the item is tucked away to better welcome them back.
Somewhere at Esteban's side, the flutter of gossamer fabric sways to wrap about them, completely invisible to the person concerned. It weaves and winds around them in movements so fluid, it might have been water, if it weren't so light. On each side of it, two oblong beads provide an easy anchor, a way to hold the fabric if one were to use it to dance. The stones are pale like the dawn, threaded through with a delicate golden wire, splayed out in thumbnail-small suns. Charms dangle from the beads on each side, captured by a short chain. A small dragon clutching a blade on the right. And the tiny sunflower on the left, with an itty-bitty leaf just like Jumblie's little collar to the left.