Smacked tail, at whatever section, landed Tidus with the tufted tip thwacking back, at at his arms rather than his head. A low simmer of annoyance trending toward frustration brushes up and melds with Tidus's, albeit from different causes; the awareness of what he's leaving by active choice this time, tied in with what wasn't a choice about any of this at all.
Fierce missing, but not yearning. A sense of loss and sorrow in separation, and that certainty that keeps him moving forward, hearing and feeling everything that would tug him home, would tell him to give up, and shunting it aside. Conviction carries, whatever else the muddle of strong, roiling emotion Tidus is unfortunately witness to entails.
The images and chaos are a strange mix of his recollections from Diagad, not because they should be, but because it's what this chaos reminds him of. Glimpses of his life is entangled within it, this chaotic river of rainbow shifting light and current, only speaking this time in voices he recognises. Eventually, in ones Tidus will recognise beyond those present on train: hearing his own voice, hearing Inigo's, hearing the people of the train itself, and Jingyi's response: a snort, and the incredibly strong sensation of are you fucking serious, chaos, I will fight you, and I'll win.
The connective line, Jingyi to Tidus to Wei Wuxian, acts as a guiding enough light as Jingyi nonchalantly keeps carrying his friend, in this spiritual endeavour, since that's all they're technically operating with.
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Smacked tail, at whatever section, landed Tidus with the tufted tip thwacking back, at at his arms rather than his head. A low simmer of annoyance trending toward frustration brushes up and melds with Tidus's, albeit from different causes; the awareness of what he's leaving by active choice this time, tied in with what wasn't a choice about any of this at all.
Fierce missing, but not yearning. A sense of loss and sorrow in separation, and that certainty that keeps him moving forward, hearing and feeling everything that would tug him home, would tell him to give up, and shunting it aside. Conviction carries, whatever else the muddle of strong, roiling emotion Tidus is unfortunately witness to entails.
The images and chaos are a strange mix of his recollections from Diagad, not because they should be, but because it's what this chaos reminds him of. Glimpses of his life is entangled within it, this chaotic river of rainbow shifting light and current, only speaking this time in voices he recognises. Eventually, in ones Tidus will recognise beyond those present on train: hearing his own voice, hearing Inigo's, hearing the people of the train itself, and Jingyi's response: a snort, and the incredibly strong sensation of are you fucking serious, chaos, I will fight you, and I'll win.
The connective line, Jingyi to Tidus to Wei Wuxian, acts as a guiding enough light as Jingyi nonchalantly keeps carrying his friend, in this spiritual endeavour, since that's all they're technically operating with.