Absolutely un-canon because it's been a while but hey, why not:
It comes one day in-between services and when it does, Wen goes oh.
It's hot in Bevelle. Wen detests the heat; his muscles are prone to plumping when he's not exercising on a regular basis, and either way he's doomed to sweat under his collar. The best he can do is shave his head when the sun gets too much. And then wear a hat.
But for once the temperatures are ignoring him entirely, because it feels like there's ice down his spine and in his face and in his brain, everywhere except for two hot points on his cheekbones, and he can't stop thinking about the Summoner in the front row of the 10:00 am lecture.
The one, he finds out later, that is named Braska.
The person who holds themselves with a calm poise in their robes, and wears their hair long despite the heat. The person Wen thinks is a girl, and then discovers is male, and then discovers that he doesn't care because Braska has the most serene smile he has ever seen before in all of Spira, alive and dead.
Then the other warrior monks tell him that Braska is married to an Al Bhed -- married, has a kid, the whole works -- and it's fine, because Wen can't clear his head of cluttered impressions. Slim hands. Clear eyes. Braska is surreal. Everything that exists in the realm of that Summoner is as delicate as a pyrefly: everything is fine because it exists in a realm he could never compete in, and so he does not have to feel more than a passing jealousy.
Then comes the accident at sea, and Braska is brought back to Bevelle with his daughter in tow, and his eyes have become sadder than anything Wen has seen before either.
Wen wants to comfort that, but he does not know what to do. Braska lives apart from them all; he is untouchable, and that is the way it should be. His mourning makes him even more beautiful, like an exotic bird in a jeweled palace, and Wen watches from afar but knows not to approach.
It starts to fall down the day that Wen discovers that not only had Auron abandoned his duty because he did not love -- I cannot not marry that girl for honor alone, his friend had rumbled back then, and Wen had yelled, because Wen always yelled at Auron when his friend was making stupid decisions -- but that he suddenly became a Guardian for it. And not simply anyone's Guardian. Braska's.
Before Wen even knew there was a chance, Auron had stolen it first.
short random drabble
It comes one day in-between services and when it does, Wen goes oh.
It's hot in Bevelle. Wen detests the heat; his muscles are prone to plumping when he's not exercising on a regular basis, and either way he's doomed to sweat under his collar. The best he can do is shave his head when the sun gets too much. And then wear a hat.
But for once the temperatures are ignoring him entirely, because it feels like there's ice down his spine and in his face and in his brain, everywhere except for two hot points on his cheekbones, and he can't stop thinking about the Summoner in the front row of the 10:00 am lecture.
The one, he finds out later, that is named Braska.
The person who holds themselves with a calm poise in their robes, and wears their hair long despite the heat. The person Wen thinks is a girl, and then discovers is male, and then discovers that he doesn't care because Braska has the most serene smile he has ever seen before in all of Spira, alive and dead.
Then the other warrior monks tell him that Braska is married to an Al Bhed -- married, has a kid, the whole works -- and it's fine, because Wen can't clear his head of cluttered impressions. Slim hands. Clear eyes. Braska is surreal. Everything that exists in the realm of that Summoner is as delicate as a pyrefly: everything is fine because it exists in a realm he could never compete in, and so he does not have to feel more than a passing jealousy.
Then comes the accident at sea, and Braska is brought back to Bevelle with his daughter in tow, and his eyes have become sadder than anything Wen has seen before either.
Wen wants to comfort that, but he does not know what to do. Braska lives apart from them all; he is untouchable, and that is the way it should be. His mourning makes him even more beautiful, like an exotic bird in a jeweled palace, and Wen watches from afar but knows not to approach.
It starts to fall down the day that Wen discovers that not only had Auron abandoned his duty because he did not love -- I cannot not marry that girl for honor alone, his friend had rumbled back then, and Wen had yelled, because Wen always yelled at Auron when his friend was making stupid decisions -- but that he suddenly became a Guardian for it. And not simply anyone's Guardian. Braska's.
Before Wen even knew there was a chance, Auron had stolen it first.