I want to play with your heathen people, let's go. Here's a beautiful writing sample even, of Tidus for Yuna. Check the journal afterward, interesting tales, but I'm open to other things. PSLs only. My journey into hell is over and I couldn't be happier.
[It was his first night back. He was used to celebrations, but this seemed more profound in some way. The boy who had been a dream, came back in full force and returned to the love of his life. It was unusual and strange to think he only existed about 1,000 years ago but to Yuna he had existed for eight months, 2 weeks, 23 hours, 18 minutes and 26 seconds.
No. She didn't count. She forgot. He counted, somewhere between the moonflow, the farplane abyss and the Fayth's dreams. He waited to return, to feel her warm skin and her heavy breaths against his cheek as she whispered I missed you, in his ear.
There were tears in his eyes as the first firework went off. Then he turned to Yuna as they stood there and kissed her temple tenderly.] I didn't say it earlier but I missed you too.
[ He didn't want to admit how long he waited, bated false breaths and visions of her adventuring across Spira. He asked in silence, in sadness, in yearning. Can I see Yuna right now? They always answered with yes. He would watch as tears flowed, as smiles were shared, as love was brought to attention and things he couldn't mention, for for fear of her not understanding.
He brought an arm around her shoulder and leaned in, all that warmth and sparkle and shine, all that love and devotion, all that waiting and presence was here now. This was all he needed.] Yeah, I missed you too. [ he slipped his hand into the back of her jean shorts and smiled as he watched each explosion overtake the crowd. The colorful lights lit up happy faces, some even seemed sad, alone that they didn't have anyone here with them right now.
Aw shucks, stop making me feel bad. he couldn't help thinking. he chuckled a little awkwardly, not at their pain but his hidden guilt. He always was a little like Yuna, especially as a child. Oh well, they'd find their someones too.]