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I have the feeling this is going to be interesting
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris looked down dumbly at the card in his hand. Yuna. It didn’t tell him much. In fact, it didn’t tell him anything at all but a name and a probable gender. His stomach sank at the thought. He’d been paired with a woman. Not that that was a problem, of course, he’d had his share of close nights with the fairer sex, but in a place like this…
Was Faris what she’d wanted, really? Had the bartender made his assumptions and set Faris to task without the full truth? Was Faris…lying?
Bartz made a noise, swiveling. He looked as happy as ever, but there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. Apparently he’d been paired with a woman as well -- a sad state for him when he’d had his eyes set on the men. Still, he hardly let that keep him down, and in a second he was grinning again. He nudged Faris with his elbow, leaning over his shoulder to peak.
He knew this Yuna if his reaction was anything to go by. Apparently it had been a good meeting, but after a second his eyes got stern. Or as stern as Bartz was capable. ”Now Yuna’s a lady lady. You know, a lady. You’ve got to treat her right.”
”Er…” Now wasn’t that a fair bit of weight on his shoulders? Still, he scoffed and shot Bartz a stern look of his own. ”I’ve managed a woman before,” he said. ”I’m not about to go in flat drunk and swinging.” But Bartz had already lost interest. He was flitting away like he always did, step bouncing with excitement, and Faris was left alone.
He sighed. The seas were rocky alright. It was time to take the helm.
”Now where’s the…?” He scanned the bar, eyeing each printed number set on the tables. Finally, he found his match and drifted to it awkwardly, glancing around to see if others had sat before he did. He tilted back in his chair, tongue at his teeth as he looked up at the ceiling and waited.
He longed for a drink in his hand. Something hard. A lady lady. Faris had the feeling they were in for some rough waters.
“Oh, what was I thinking? This isn’t me.” She hadn’t so much as laid eyes on the boy that she’d been partnered with for the evening, but her cheeks already felt hot as she kept one hand pressed to her mouth while she paced between the sinks and the stalls. Several women had already given her odd looks as they came out to wash their hands, but Yuna didn’t pay them any mind as her eyes kept darting to the paper clutched in her hand.
Table 8. Faris.
The name sounded somewhat familiar—Yuna was positive that they hadn’t met before, but it was possible that someone had mentioned Faris to her while she’d been on Zephon. Far from reassuring her, that only increased the pressure of the date. If this went poorly, would someone that she knew hear about it?
The bathroom door clicked shut behind her as the last woman trailed out, and Yuna let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a scream before she steeled herself. She was being rude. She had signed up for this willingly, and she couldn’t back out now. That wouldn’t be fair to the boy. Yuna was trying to be more outgoing ever since Declan had broken the news about Spira to her, and this was a chance to do something that she normally never would. Maybe she’d even make a friend out of it. It didn’t have to be as big of a deal as she was making it.
Meeting her own eyes in the mirror, Yuna slapped both hands to her cheeks to steady herself before she turned and determinedly left the bathroom. The noise of the bar hit her like a shoopuf, and she hesitantly stepped around the other patrons while her eyes scoured the tables in the corner that were labelled in flowery, cursive writing. 6, 7…8…
Slowing down, Yuna looked up into a pair of eyes that were as green as the foliage that grew on Besaid. Her determination wavered slightly as a blush formed on her cheeks. Faris was very pretty for a man. He looked to be around Yuna’s age with windswept purple hair that fell down his back, and a face and posture that suggested confidence, if not brashness. He looked the exact opposite of Tidus, which secretly relieved her. She didn’t want to be reminded of him tonight.
“I know I’m a little late. I’m so sorry.” Clasping her hands in front of her, she gave him a low bow of apology before she realized what she was doing. “Oh!” She quickly straightened up in embarrassment. “You probably don’t…do that on dates…” Not that Yuna would know either way, which was probably quickly becoming apparent to the boy sitting down. Yuna longed for the floor to swallow her whole, but she forced herself to take a steadying breath before she smiled a little sheepishly at Faris.
“I’m sorry. Can we start over?” She slid into the booth across from him, fixing her skirt as she sat. “I’m Yuna.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Bartz hadn’t lied.
Faris could tell at a glance that Yuna was a true lady. A delicate girl, he thought, in her silken dress with the sleeves flowing and her waist cinched with a bow. She had windswept hair, a backless halter top, and silver jewelry glinting from her neck and hand. For a moment, Faris could only stare at her.
He thought of Lenna.
”Er…” He shoved his hair back with a palm. Why would he think of his sister at a time like this?”You’re hardly late.We’re all scattering like ants around here.” It was true. What had started as a rather quiet afternoon at the tavern had quickly pressed in with a ton of bodies all clamoring for ale and conversation. Faris could hardly see the other tables, in fact, and Bartz had flitted away on a gust of wind. Yuna bowed to him as though in greeting, and Faris blinked back.
A lady lady. Like she was out of some noble court. Once again, Faris felt his heart sink. He’d never had a scrap of luck when he tried to play polite.
”A date?” Faris laughed. ”I guess that’s what this all is. I don’t see what the fuss is all about. I’m out to meet a new face. That’s all.”
She was nervous. He could tell, and somehow that made him feel just a little better. She was just about as clueless as he was about all the specifics. Faris found that hearts were best set alight on chance -- and maybe a little liquor while he was at it. Something like this? It wasn’t something that could be forced.
”Aye.” Faris smiled at her kindly. Or as kindly as he could manage anyway. ”I’m Faris. Captain Faris Scherwiz, I’d have said back home though I’m not a captain of much anything anymore.” He felt his finger twitch. Was that too strong? Not everyone here took kindly to outsiders, after all, and that was about as subtle as a hammer to the eyes.
Only one way to go but forward, he supposed.
”I was a sailor and then a Warrior of Light. There are these crystals where I came from. Apparently they make it a habit of asking for errands -- like putting an end to evil warlocks that is.” He rubbed at the side of his head. Was he doing this right?
”This is all a bit of a mess, isn’t it?” Faris leaned forward, something sheepish in his smile. ”All the hearts and the banners? I almost turned and walked right back out the door.” He shook his head. ”But that’s enough of me. You tell me about yourself. I wouldn’t mind a tale.”
Yuna was a little relieved when the boy acted as awkward as she felt. He even waved aside the mention of a date and said that he was just there to meet someone new, so Yuna relaxed a bit in her chair as he finally introduced himself in an accent that she found pleasant. Captain Faris.
“Really? You’re a sailor?” Yuna brightened as she leaned forward in interest. “That’s an incredibly dangerous job. They risk their lives to transport goods and people. I’ve always admired the sailors I’ve met.” Really, they faced Sin as much as the summoners did, but they received much less recognition for it. It was kind of sad when she thought about it.
“Evil warlocks? You fought one?” Yuna frowned slightly as Faris explained his other job. She wasn’t entirely sure what a warrior of light was, but it sounded like a noble pursuit. “A gemstone gave you the task of saving the world? That sounds like a little more than an errand.” It sounded a little crazy actually, but people said that Sir Jecht and Tidus were wrong too for all their talk of Zanarkand. Yuna found it was usually better to trust that people knew what they were saying.
Faris looked a little sheepish for some reason as he rubbed at the side of his head, so Yuna did her best to smile at him. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt after all that.” Still, a second later, her smile dissolved into a laugh that she hid behind her hand as he criticized all the decorations. “It’s a little cute,” she tried her best to defend it. “I mean...you can at least tell that he’s trying really hard.” Truly, it was a little ridiculous between the paper hearts and the lit candles, but the flowers in vases were lovely at least, and she lightly touched a red petal as Faris asked to know about her.
“I’m not sure that I’m very good at tales,” she said with a laugh. “But I’m from a place called Spira. You might like it there. It’s almost entirely covered by water.” She adjusted her hands in her lap before continuing. “I’m a summoner. A summoner’s main duties are to...send the souls of the dead and to face Sin.” She hesitated, wondering for perhaps the hundredth time since coming to Zephon how she was supposed to explain Sin to someone who had never lived under the terror of its constant presence. “Sin is...a monster that comes from the water. It targets humans, and it’s attacked cities for a thousand years.”
Was that too heavy a topic for a date? Yuna felt her cheeks flush slightly as she looked down at the tabletop. “I’m sorry. Did you...want a drink? Captain Faris?” Yuna tried to lighten the mood again with a smile.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“Really? You’re a sailor?”
Faris blinked and then laughed. ”Now that’s something nice to hear.” He looked on Yuna with a new kind of appreciation. He wasn’t used to someone guessing the dangers of the sea. People took it for granted until they were the ones wobbling on the deck at the mercy of a storm, and then they could only pray for land. Of course, she was like to admire him less if she heard the nature of his ship. He wasn’t keen on telling.
”It’s daft, isn’t it?” Faris gave her a strange smile. ”Evil warlocks. It still sounds like some strange dream. Didn’t think I’d be one to take orders from rocks.” He laughed again. Of course, it helped when those rocks talked. And protected the world. And gave him their power in payment. ”But it’s true as I’m standing. I can hardly believe it myself.”
Yuna talked and Faris listened. He couldn’t lie -- a world entirely covered in water sounded like a dream. He couldn’t help but imagine it, sailing across the seas with nary a stop between. Still, it paled next to her tales of dead souls and immortal monsters. He crossed his arms, humming thoughtfully to himself.
”It sounds like you’ll need one more than I.” He raised a hand, summoning a harried looking waiter to their table. ”I’ll take some whiskey. A double. And she’ll have…?” He looked at her uncertainly. ”Well, whatever the lady says.”
As the waiter left, he leaned back, eyes shifting to the heart-papered ceiling. ”I wouldn’t take you for one to fight monsters, but I trust looks about as far as I can throw them. My sister’s just about the softest girl you’ll meet, but she’s got a fire in her that’ll lead her to the ends of the world and back. I know a girl of barely fourteen who’d knock a devil upside the head if it meant keeping her friends alive.”
He glanced at her. ”But taking on evil’s no small task.” Faris laughed to himself. ”I said I was after a strong heart with wits to match. Sounds like that air-headed barkeep’s onto something.”
He shook his head. ”There’s plenty of monsters here, but nothing worth driving after. What’s keeping you busy? I’m about as lost as a gull in a typhoon.”
Yuna put a hand up to her mouth and laughed a little as Faris insisted that his story involving magical gems giving him a quest to defeat an evil warlock was true. “No, I believe you,” she said with a smile. She liked to take people at their word until proven otherwise. It seemed like so many people in the world did the opposite. “How did you defeat him? I’m guessing you’re something else in addition to being a sailor.” Probably a sword wielder, but Faris might surprise her and end up being a mage. It was a little hard to read the handsome, confident boy across from her.
Faris signaled a waiter over at Yuna’s suggestion that they get a drink, and she tried hard to not look surprised when he ordered a double-shot of whiskey. Based on the glasses on nearby tables, she had somewhat expected that wine was the drink of choice on dates, but it appeared that Faris wasn’t trying to censor himself or impress her. Yuna found that she appreciated that. She didn’t know much about alcohol anyway, but when she compared her two prior experiences with it, she’d certainly had a much better time when she had been taking shots with Bartz versus sipping red wine with Ardyn. The thought was enough to make up her mind for her.
“I’ll have the same.” Resting her chin on her interlaced fingers, she gave Faris a slightly teasing smile before clearing her expression and listening closely as he spoke about his sister and how appearances could be deceiving. “Your sister sounds pretty wise. It can be difficult to stay soft while also knowing when to stand firm.”
“I said I was after a strong heart with wits to match. Sounds like that air-headed barkeep’s onto something.”
Whatever Yuna had been expecting him to say next, it wasn’t that. She felt her cheeks grow warm, and she suddenly wished that their drinks had already arrived just so she had something to do with her hands. “Ah…” Laughing a little nervously, she adjusted her pearl bracelet. “Perhaps he is. I said that I’d prefer a boy who was cheerful, full of laughter, and unafraid to say what he thought.” Meeting his eyes, she gave him another small smile, feeling grateful when the subject turned to what they’d been doing while on Zephon.
“I was pretty lost for a while too,” she admitted. “It was...hard. To be dragged away so suddenly. But I’m sure you understand that.” Yuna paused to rearrange her hands in her lap. “I joined with a mercenary guild, actually. I don’t think it would normally be something I’d like, but they take all kinds of missions, so I can pick and choose the ones I agree with. They’re called the Dragonblades, in case you’ve heard of them. They’re based out of Torensten.”
The waiter came over with their drinks, so Yuna gave him a small smile and a murmur of thanks as the small glasses of amber liquid were placed in front of them. The liquor was darker than the shots that Bartz had ordered for them at the masquerade, and Yuna gave it a cursory sniff as she lifted it in her hand. It smelled strong, and she resisted the urge to grimace slightly. Still, it was better than the scent of red wine. She thought that even the sight of the blood-red liquid might make her a little nauseous for a while.
He doesn't like Caius. He REALLY doesn't like Caius
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“How did you defeat him? I’m guessing you’re something else in addition to being a sailor.”
Faris hummed. ”A Warrior of Light,” he said. ”It might not mean a thing to you. It didn’t to me until a magic rock was giving me orders. I get my power from the crystals. Let me...er. Show you…” He looked around uncertainly. The bar was about as crowded as one could get, and it didn’t really seem in the spirit of things to go waving around a sword. He gave Yuna a sheepish look. ”Well, I’ll show it to you sometime at any rate. It gives me all sorts of power if I take it. Magic, swords, spears. Though I can’t cure to save my life. It’s not my style.”
Faris laughed to himself. To be fair, he could save his life if it came down to it. Barely. He wielded healing magic like a blunt hammer. It hurt, but he’d get it done.
Not like Lenna. His heart ached to have his sister at his side again.
”The same?” Faris recoiled, staring at her, before he laughed. ”Maybe I had you the wrong way. I wouldn’t have taken you for the liquor kind.” He shook his head. Looks really weren’t worth their weight in gold. It seemed Yuna had a rougher side hidden behind those beads and silk bows. He respected that.
”She is,” Faris said. ”My sister’s about the best mage I’ve ever met. I hardly know what to do without her to be honest.” Not with Bartz hanging around with that empty head of his. Faris had spent more than his share of time forging ahead on his own, but this was something he didn’t know how to handle. It needed a soft hand. And patience. Neither of which he’d ever been famous for.
Yuna smiled. It sounded to him like she’d gotten what she’d wanted -- or something like it at least. Faris hoped so. He still didn’t quite know what to think of this whole ’dating’ thing. His stomach turned just thinking about it.
Is this a lie? Faris looked up to the ceiling, rubbing at the side of his head. There was no use turning back now.
He could be an ear at least.
’I was pretty lost for a while too. It was...hard. To be dragged away so suddenly. But I’m sure you understand that.’
”Aye.” Faris nodded solemnly. He knew it better than he’d have liked to admit.
Yuna shifted her weight. ”I joined with a mercenary guild,” she said. ”They’re called the Dragonblades.”
”What?” Faris nearly shot out of his chair. Instead, he sat forward, eyes prickling with heat. ”You’re with that lot? Caius’ lot? The thick-headed lout.” He threw himself back, arms crossed haughtily. ”You’d be better off without him, I’d say. It might not be your choice with the gil and what not, but he’s a load of trouble and he’s got his head so far up his ass, he can see out his mouth.”
Just the name sent him bristling. He was about as condescending as they came. Claiming Faris was soft while he had a spear at his hand and a load of smugglers at the end of it. Trying to heal him when Faris would have rather died fighting than let a hand laid on him. Every word went in one ear and out the other. If the lout thought it was best another way that was.
”He thinks he’s one of the best men on the face of the world, and he won’t hear a word otherwise. He knows what’s best, he’ll say, you’ll be damned before he takes a step in another direction. He’s about as brainless as a louse at that. He’ll talk you deaf then wonder why you’re scowling.”
Was it too much? Maybe. Would it throw her off if the two were on friendly terms? That was just about certain as it got, but Faris’ heart was a storm and it had rolled in fast. Maybe he’d apologize once his blood cooled. Maybe.
Two shot glasses were placed in front of them with a soft clink. Faris tried to brighten his eyes at the sight of them, sitting up again and shooting Yuna a wry smile. ”I think I’ll need this,” he said as he held up his glass. ”Cheers.” He choked it down in one swallow -- hardly letting it touch his tongue. It burned hard in his throat, and he made a face, laughing.
”Not the best I’ve had. But it’ll get the job done.” He grinned at her. ”Make sure to do it all at once. It’ll stick in your tongue if you don’t.”
“A warrior of light,” Yuna repeated in a murmured voice. “Well, it sounds noble, at any rate.” Faris seemed ready to show her a demonstration, but he decided at the last moment that maybe the bar wasn’t an appropriate place for it. Yuna had to laugh a little at the thought that he had even considered it. It seemed like the boy was as brash as she had initially pegged him. Still, that didn’t really bother her. Men who acted before thinking seemed to be her style--Perhaps because Yuna herself always overthought everything.
“You can always come find me if you need a healer then,” she offered with a faint smile. “That’s my specialty. That’s amazing though if that’s the only thing you’re lacking in." A jack of all trades in addition to being a sailor. Faris certainly had led an impressive life for how young he looked.
Yuna felt her cheeks grow a little warm as Faris acted shocked that she had ordered whiskey alongside him. “I’ve had it once before,” she defended herself. Bartz had ordered them both countless shots at the masquerade when she had bumped into him. Truthfully, Yuna didn’t remember much about the rest of that night. Unfortunately she remembered the morning after with miserable, nauseous clarity. “It’s much better than wine or the like.” Wine had certainly been smoother and easier to drink, but shots were over and done with so quickly. Not to mention that her company while drinking wine had likely forever poisoned her memory of the drink. She had some difficulty separating her feelings towards the liquid from her feelings of Ardyn.
As their talk turned towards what she had been doing while on Zephon, Yuna was a little shocked by his reaction at her mention of the Dragonblades. It seemed that Faris knew Caius, and he’d had a completely different experience with him than what Yuna had. Her initial reaction was to giggle at all the colorful, accented insults that rolled off his tongue, but by the end of his tirade, she had sat up straighter in her chair to give him a stern look.
“Caius is my friend,” she admonished him. “I’m sorry you got off on the wrong foot, but there are two ways to look at everything. Yes, he talks quite a bit, and he can be incredibly stubborn and set in his path. But I could just as easily say that he tells beautiful stories, that his heart is always in the right place, and that he’ll stop at nothing to correct injustice. He’s a good man. And not a-...a lout.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t entirely certain what a lout was supposed to be, but she was positive that it was nothing good. By the time that their whiskey arrived, she was feeling heated after chewing him out, so at Faris’ advice, she drank the amber liquid as quickly as possible. The whiskey felt like flames in her mouth, and the fumes made her eyes water, but she slammed the glass back on the table and gave him a fiery look anyway.
“It wasn’t that bad. I could do another.” Yuna was very aware that throwing down the gauntlet with a sailor wasn’t the brightest idea. They were notorious for their love of liquor even on Spira, where such things were frowned upon. Still, Faris had insulted her friend, and she somehow felt as if Caius’ honor were on the line during this whole encounter. Yuna didn’t know how exactly, but she was determined to come out on top.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris thought it was all bluster and talk until Yuna sat up and gave him the kind of look that would have put a captain to shame. ”Caius is my friend,” she said, and Faris realized immediately that he’d made a mistake.
Caius was her friend. Oh. Oh, well if that was the case…
”Aye,” he sighed. ”That was a bit much, wasn’t it?” A bit was an understatement, and the girl knew it. She went on about the man’s good qualities, and Faris glanced aside, too awkward to really look in her in the eye. ”See here, lass…” he started, but he didn’t want to interrupt her when she had herself going. She had the right to give him a talking to. He’d been the one to go over the line, after all.
The man told stories. His heart was in the right place. He had a fire for justice. Faris could tell at a glance that it was all true -- minus the beauty of his stories that was. Maybe he was good man, really and truly. Maybe Faris had been unfair to him, but he wasn’t one to let slide a man’s faults just to preserve his honor. Caius had a good heart, but it was set all wrong. And Faris had never liked a man who thought he knew best.
”I didn’t mean to-”
”Here are your drinks. Two double shots.”
Faris looked up in surprise as two shot glasses clinked onto the table. Of all the times. Still, he threw on his best grin and gave her his own advice. To his surprise, she took it in one hard swallow. Faris gave her a stunned look and then laughed.
”You’ve got a fire in you!” he said. ”No doubts about that!” In fact, she had such a fire that he could see the challenge in her eyes. She was mad. She had something to prove. A dangerous combination when liquor was at hand, but Faris had been in her shoes too many times to count. It had always led to mistakes, but really, weren’t they her mistakes to make?
”Another round then! Singles this time. I wouldn’t want to move too fast.” He gave her a knowing look before he laughed again and shook his head. ”I am sorry,” he said. ”I got to blustering and didn’t stop to think. You’re his friend, and to hear you defending him -- aye, there’s an honor in that.”
He leaned back, arms crossed. ”You’re right. The man meant well, but he struck me as the wrong type. He seems the kind to set himself on a path and not let a word in otherwise. Men like that, they get so lost in their good hearts that they end up with blood on their hands. If they don’t drive you off with all their talk first.”
He shook his head. ”But I’ll not say another word about it. Your judgment is as good as any. It’s not my place to argue it.” He shook his head. ”So how about we start again? A mercenary has a hard life, but if you play it right, you can do a load of good. That sounds like your kind of work.” He smiled at her. ”Sounds like your healing has a punch to it.”
Yuna thought that Faris seemed a bit taken aback by her telling him off initially, though he took a reconciliatory tone after a moment or two. She could tell that the sailor would have liked to have interjected with a comment, but for the most part he let her protests proceed uninterrupted, and Yuna was too far into it to stop now anyway.
Her blood still rang hot when she finished her defense of Caius, and the whiskey only served to make her heart pump even faster. Everything that she had just done had been so brash and so opposite of what a summoner should be that Yuna was honestly surprised when Faris started laughing. Wasn’t he offended? His good-natured grin told her otherwise.
Yuna felt her cheeks grow a little hot when he ordered them another round of singles, but she didn’t protest him cutting back for her sake. He was being far more responsible than she was after all, and her expression finally softened when he offered up an apology.
“...Thank you. You’re not entirely wrong about him, but I do still think you must have gotten off on the wrong foot.” Still, Faris’ point that men like that ended up with blood on their hands made Yuna wince and glance to the side, her mind on when Caius had shot Darlene at point-blank range. Had the woman deserved it? Most likely--she had been a slave dealer after all, and she had meant to kill both of them and Vordun. But the memory still stung, and she thought that it would for a long time yet.
“Starting over,” Yuna readily agreed, grateful for the distraction as she gave Faris a small smile. His apology had been sincere after all, and the alcohol warmly swirling its way through her veins certainly helped. “Hopefully my healing doesn’t have too much of a punch when someone needs it,” she contradicted him with a laugh. “I’m sorry. That was a lot of sides to see of each other for a first date, wasn't it? Not that I would really know what's normal for that, I suppose.”
Could anything that she and Tidus had done have qualified as a date? Somehow she didn’t think so.
“What about you? What do you do now that we’re stuck here? Certainly not mercenary work I'm guessing.” Yuna found herself hoping that Faris’ answer wouldn’t be as polarizing as hers had been apparently.
