He feels the hand settle between his shoulder blades, firm and keeping him close. It's surprising. Everyone else that has lived here... would have rejected him right off. But Auron is much more neutral. He cares neither here nor there, in the end. That lack of passion for life can grate him, sometimes, but it also keeps him grounded.
He squeezes his shoulders once, hard, before taking a deep breath in and out, feeling the weight of the hand on his back rise and fall as his lungs deflate. With a short push off his toes off the ground, he hops up - hup - and pulls himself so he can be on eye level with his guardian. He swings his legs and loops them around his middle, getting close.
"I'm holding you to it."
He repeats it again, quietly. Auron promised to stay. He promised... to pay attention to him. He will hold him to it.
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As far as Tidus is concerned, at least.
He feels the hand settle between his shoulder blades, firm and keeping him close. It's surprising. Everyone else that has lived here... would have rejected him right off. But Auron is much more neutral. He cares neither here nor there, in the end. That lack of passion for life can grate him, sometimes, but it also keeps him grounded.
He squeezes his shoulders once, hard, before taking a deep breath in and out, feeling the weight of the hand on his back rise and fall as his lungs deflate. With a short push off his toes off the ground, he hops up - hup - and pulls himself so he can be on eye level with his guardian. He swings his legs and loops them around his middle, getting close.
"I'm holding you to it."
He repeats it again, quietly. Auron promised to stay. He promised... to pay attention to him. He will hold him to it.