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Jecht vs Claire - BlitzKing Jecht yawned as he stood waiting for Tidus to finally arrive. Looking up at the giant letter J made of rock in the sky and smiled. 'Come on, boy... Hurry up...' He thought as he sighed. Looking back, he was glad he'd met Braska and Auron. Not exactly pleased with the part of becoming Sin, but he couldn't change what had happened. He shook his head in disappointment at himself, remembering the time he attacked the Shoopuf.
While waiting, his mind wandered back when he'd first met the former warrior monk and his charge. Braska, in his grace, hadn't let Auron try and kill the King of Blitz. And then there was when he'd met little Yuna. She'd been so wide-eyed when he'd showed her the Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mk. III. Braska had even laughed when Yuna asked Jecht for a goodbye hug, which he obliged. Sighi
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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