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[ Sometimes, it's a lot easier to do some things with a stranger, Regis knows. Somebody you won't later be ashamed to face when you need your family.
But between Jecht being Jecht (Regis does not in any way dislike the man, but he is fully aware what kind of emotional maturity will take some work to freely reach), and Auron having both a lot of work and his own issues with the situation means that Regis taking up the position makes sense. To him.
And he doesn't actually do things halfway. ]
By the west gate, yes.
[ There is little to no judgment or anger coming from Regis. That might help with everything. And, child, when he has carried a dying kingdom and the knowledge of his son's fate for so long, this is not going to crush him. ]
We can just walk. Even in this season, it is very lovely.
[ And when Tidus goes, Regis will do as much as he can to tidy the kitchen for when the next meal needs to be prepared, then let his staff know he is stepping out and make his way to the west gate fast. He would rather not keep Tidus waiting. ]
But between Jecht being Jecht (Regis does not in any way dislike the man, but he is fully aware what kind of emotional maturity will take some work to freely reach), and Auron having both a lot of work and his own issues with the situation means that Regis taking up the position makes sense. To him.
And he doesn't actually do things halfway. ]
By the west gate, yes.
[ There is little to no judgment or anger coming from Regis. That might help with everything. And, child, when he has carried a dying kingdom and the knowledge of his son's fate for so long, this is not going to crush him. ]
We can just walk. Even in this season, it is very lovely.
[ And when Tidus goes, Regis will do as much as he can to tidy the kitchen for when the next meal needs to be prepared, then let his staff know he is stepping out and make his way to the west gate fast. He would rather not keep Tidus waiting. ]
[ Tidus shows up last, perhaps with not as much haste as he should. He's got his uniform on, with a jacket thrown over it and the pauldron taken off, just to look less like a sight walking around in it. That, and even he doesn't want to risk getting sick again after the last week.
But he feels no less strange about this, and not because of the outfit. He jogs over the rest of the way once he finally spots Regis, waiting until he stops due to the noise to give him a small and awkward, ] Hiya.
[ And once they begin walking, he'll actually have something to say first himself: a question, that has always been on his mind, but with more curiosity now than before. ]
So... how do you know Auron and my old man anyway? What's the story there?
[ How did the three of them end up living together? ]
But he feels no less strange about this, and not because of the outfit. He jogs over the rest of the way once he finally spots Regis, waiting until he stops due to the noise to give him a small and awkward, ] Hiya.
[ And once they begin walking, he'll actually have something to say first himself: a question, that has always been on his mind, but with more curiosity now than before. ]
So... how do you know Auron and my old man anyway? What's the story there?
[ How did the three of them end up living together? ]
[ Out on the front door step is a tupperware container, with the note ‘Christmas cookies--leftovers’ scrawled in Spiran handwriting--the only clue of who it might be from, when there’s no name attached.
Inside, it’s as it says on the lid...somewhat. There’s cookies alright, but such a mismatch of all sorts tightly packed together. There’s a couple of jammy dodgers in the shape of moogle heads, its nose showing as jam in the centre. Normal circular gingerbread biscuits, chocolate gingerbread biscuits, florentines, white chocolate and cranberry, almond and coconut. There’s also three raspberry and custard viennesse whirls with blue food colouring in the soft biscuit, because why not.
There’s another note inside listing the biscuits, without actually saying which is which. The only other note is a strip of paper attached to tissue paper, wrapped around something.
‘A girl called Serah made this’
Inside it is a cookie in the shape of the Zanarkand Abes logo, that’s gone soft by now and whenever it was originally gifted. ...it might be easy to guess who he wanted to see it, even if he doesn’t directly state it.Regis, obviously. ]
Inside, it’s as it says on the lid...somewhat. There’s cookies alright, but such a mismatch of all sorts tightly packed together. There’s a couple of jammy dodgers in the shape of moogle heads, its nose showing as jam in the centre. Normal circular gingerbread biscuits, chocolate gingerbread biscuits, florentines, white chocolate and cranberry, almond and coconut. There’s also three raspberry and custard viennesse whirls with blue food colouring in the soft biscuit, because why not.
There’s another note inside listing the biscuits, without actually saying which is which. The only other note is a strip of paper attached to tissue paper, wrapped around something.
‘A girl called Serah made this’
Inside it is a cookie in the shape of the Zanarkand Abes logo, that’s gone soft by now and whenever it was originally gifted. ...it might be easy to guess who he wanted to see it, even if he doesn’t directly state it.
[He huffs.] Sounds 'bout right. Always gotta bottle things up too long.
...
I wronged him too, y'know. Ten years ago. That's why I told myself I'd make sure he stays free of Spira's bullshit when I got here. But I'm the one dredging all that up.
[Between the Final Aeon and now this.]
...
I wronged him too, y'know. Ten years ago. That's why I told myself I'd make sure he stays free of Spira's bullshit when I got here. But I'm the one dredging all that up.
[Between the Final Aeon and now this.]
[Taped to Regis and Auron's room door is a nondescript envelope that when opened features a series of tickets, some brochures and a custom flyer with lots of hearts and stars and shiny dots to replicate glitter (he was told including actual glitter would not be very romantic :|) and a dark motif with the text:]
'All-expenses paid romantic adventure getaway for Regis and Auron.
Please make your way to Shaarnath at your earliest convenience.
[And another note that's handwritten by Jecht 'Go crazy, lovebirds. Try to relax.'
Tickets feature access to use of a wyvern at the ranch, access to the games at Arcadia, written instructions to local-favorite pools, and the inn they'll be staying at.]
'All-expenses paid romantic adventure getaway for Regis and Auron.
Please make your way to Shaarnath at your earliest convenience.
[And another note that's handwritten by Jecht 'Go crazy, lovebirds. Try to relax.'
Tickets feature access to use of a wyvern at the ranch, access to the games at Arcadia, written instructions to local-favorite pools, and the inn they'll be staying at.]
[ HE HATES THAT HE EVEN LISTENED TO HIS OLD MAN IN THE END.
But on a table in the house in simple brown shopping wrapping is a Book of Dad Jokes, with such amazing works of art such as:
- 'Today, my son asked "Can I have a book mark?" and I burst into tears. 11 years old and he still doesn't know my name is Brian.'
- 'If a child refuses to sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest?'
- 'When you ask a dad if he's alright: "No, I’m half left.”'
- 'A son handed his dad his 50th birthday card. You know, one would have been enough.'
And so forth. Should he have gotten a dad focused book? Regardless, there's a small envelope attached to the front with Regis's name across it, inside a small card:
'I'm doing late holiday gift giving and someone told me this is up your alley. Let me know if they work on Auron.
Keep bugging him with them even if they don't.
Tidus'
There's more he'd like to say to the guy married to Auron (or know. and know), but this as far as he'll go in a stupid note. Can't sound like we care too much, now. ]
But on a table in the house in simple brown shopping wrapping is a Book of Dad Jokes, with such amazing works of art such as:
- 'Today, my son asked "Can I have a book mark?" and I burst into tears. 11 years old and he still doesn't know my name is Brian.'
- 'If a child refuses to sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest?'
- 'When you ask a dad if he's alright: "No, I’m half left.”'
- 'A son handed his dad his 50th birthday card. You know, one would have been enough.'
And so forth. Should he have gotten a dad focused book? Regardless, there's a small envelope attached to the front with Regis's name across it, inside a small card:
'I'm doing late holiday gift giving and someone told me this is up your alley. Let me know if they work on Auron.
Keep bugging him with them even if they don't.
Tidus'
There's more he'd like to say to the guy married to Auron (or know. and know), but this as far as he'll go in a stupid note. Can't sound like we care too much, now. ]
[ Sheena's looking a little unsure here, King!Dad-in-Law. ]
Hey, Regis? Are you free to talk? I need to ask you something.
Hey, Regis? Are you free to talk? I need to ask you something.
[ That... is a lengthy answer right there, but why not? ]
Auron and I arrived at the same time, nearly three years ago now. Both of us... with wounds that needed tending, from back home. Not necessarily physical ones, though, [ he taps his cane twice on the ground to point out that some of them were, and still are, ] it is complicated.
It took us months to begin really talking, and we have been growing closer since. We both had to go through different losses, here, and we were there for each other.
Jecht only showed up much more recently. After having my family here for most of the time - they were here for a long time - I was very glad for him to get some of his, too. Even with how complicated he might be.
[ Yes' he's definitely aware, child. You don't have to defend yourself to Regis. At least up to now. ]
Auron and I arrived at the same time, nearly three years ago now. Both of us... with wounds that needed tending, from back home. Not necessarily physical ones, though, [ he taps his cane twice on the ground to point out that some of them were, and still are, ] it is complicated.
It took us months to begin really talking, and we have been growing closer since. We both had to go through different losses, here, and we were there for each other.
Jecht only showed up much more recently. After having my family here for most of the time - they were here for a long time - I was very glad for him to get some of his, too. Even with how complicated he might be.
[ Yes' he's definitely aware, child. You don't have to defend yourself to Regis. At least up to now. ]
It is easy to bottle up when nobody will speak to you, you realize. When you think you're not allowed to talk about what you feel because nobody else does, either. Did you ask him what he wants? If he wants you to deal with any of it on your own, to isolate him?
Would it be easier for him if those things would never touch him? Possibly, though Spira is no less a part of him than it is of you. Would he choose to be free of it, if it means you have to hide from him?
I can't answer for him, Jecht. But neither can you. Auron may have been the youngest of you when you traveled together, but he has carried enough on his shoulders, for more than long enough, that he can, these days, decide for himself what burdens he wishes to take and what ones he would not.
... I apologize. This was not meant to be any sort of a lecture. Merely food for thought.
Would it be easier for him if those things would never touch him? Possibly, though Spira is no less a part of him than it is of you. Would he choose to be free of it, if it means you have to hide from him?
I can't answer for him, Jecht. But neither can you. Auron may have been the youngest of you when you traveled together, but he has carried enough on his shoulders, for more than long enough, that he can, these days, decide for himself what burdens he wishes to take and what ones he would not.
... I apologize. This was not meant to be any sort of a lecture. Merely food for thought.
[ It takes Tidus a second to realise what Regis is saying about himself and Auron -- or rather, to connect it to Auron, as strange as that might be. Not physical wounds. Like what? Auron? Never bothered about anything Auron, to the point of frustration, as reliable as it made him as well?
It was hard to imagine.
But it's easy to be pulled away from that thought once Jecht comes up, a small bitter taste in the back of his throat. ]
I'm sorry about your family, [ and he is, saying it and leaving out the sour note that comes after, ] but just because me and Jecht are related...
[ He leaves the 'it's not the same', unsaid, because it isn't. But he does decide to ask--not as a distraction from his dad, though it may sound that way--because the curiosity is still there in his mind: ]
What was up with Auron?
[ Not to sound like he cares or anything, but. ]
It was hard to imagine.
But it's easy to be pulled away from that thought once Jecht comes up, a small bitter taste in the back of his throat. ]
I'm sorry about your family, [ and he is, saying it and leaving out the sour note that comes after, ] but just because me and Jecht are related...
[ He leaves the 'it's not the same', unsaid, because it isn't. But he does decide to ask--not as a distraction from his dad, though it may sound that way--because the curiosity is still there in his mind: ]
What was up with Auron?
[ Not to sound like he cares or anything, but. ]
Well, sorta. [ She sighs and places a hand on her head. Hello, cast! ]
It's Machina.
It's Machina.
I'm always concerned about him.
[ It's how she rolls. ]
But this time, he won't stop feeling guilty about an accident I've forgiven him for.
[ It's how she rolls. ]
But this time, he won't stop feeling guilty about an accident I've forgiven him for.
Uhhh... well, not entirely.
[ And that would be a yes about the arm. ]
[ And that would be a yes about the arm. ]
Well, he was tossing hay bales a lot harder than I thought, so when I blocked it...
[ A shrug. ]
At least the burns have healed.
And I hate task it, but could you talk to him? I think his guilt grows every time he sees me.
[ A shrug. ]
At least the burns have healed.
And I hate task it, but could you talk to him? I think his guilt grows every time he sees me.
... I shall talk to him.
Thank you for coming to me, Sheena. [ He doesn't need to tell her that Machina's reaction is just a sign of loving her, because she knows - that's why she's looking for help for him.
Because she loves him, too.
Regis is glad for them, and proud of them both, and a warm trickle of that goes through the telepathic connection. ]
Other than that, have you had a chance to take care of yourself? Considering how things have been, over the last months.
Thank you for coming to me, Sheena. [ He doesn't need to tell her that Machina's reaction is just a sign of loving her, because she knows - that's why she's looking for help for him.
Because she loves him, too.
Regis is glad for them, and proud of them both, and a warm trickle of that goes through the telepathic connection. ]
Other than that, have you had a chance to take care of yourself? Considering how things have been, over the last months.
Thank you.
[ The fact that she's asking for help at all proves just how much she does love and worry about Machina.
She feels that warm trickle, and a bit of confusion over it can be felt coming back. ]
Sort of. For the most part. Except when I went looking for my parents, convinced they were here.
[ Yeah, that wasn't embarrassing or anything. ]
[ The fact that she's asking for help at all proves just how much she does love and worry about Machina.
She feels that warm trickle, and a bit of confusion over it can be felt coming back. ]
Sort of. For the most part. Except when I went looking for my parents, convinced they were here.
[ Yeah, that wasn't embarrassing or anything. ]
I-- [He cuts that off abruptly, frowning. Something heavy lingering in the connection as he falls quiet for a long time.]
... I get it.
[He sighs.]
I know what I have to. Just... I'm glad he has you. Don't think I ever said as much. You've done a lot for him. And me.
... I get it.
[He sighs.]
I know what I have to. Just... I'm glad he has you. Don't think I ever said as much. You've done a lot for him. And me.
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