#maroda

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Time to obsess

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Isaaru, Maroda and Pacce

I miss them

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Hi :) I've been stalking your ffx art and I've seen how you draw secondary characters and have seen that you have your requests opened. Could I ask for a Isaaru, Maroda, Pacce, drawing ? Or either one of those characters; I feel that these characters, especially Pacce and Maroda (jjst like Barthello) don't get enough lough :)

Ohhhhh my gosh yes anon! I love those three! When I first played the game I was maybe fourteen and I started immediately making stories and fanart about them, so you can imagine how welcome this request is! Hits me right in the nostalgia.

Here’s them as young boys, Pacce is about two years old. Continue stalking, my friend, because once I get started, I cant get unstarted. Hope you like this!

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Trying to get this daily sketch thing going on again.

Also, I hate it when video game characters never put on anything warm. They’re going to catch their deaths and as everybody’s aunt, including yours, I can’t let that happen.

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The celebration went on around them, but Isaaru’s heart had gone cold, and all he heard was the question, echoing: Why wouldn’t he come back?  He stared at Maroda in rising anguish.

He doesn’t know.

Yevon help me, he doesn’t know.

(Read on AO3?)

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Pacce is the most well-adjusted of his brothers, I swear.

Isaaru doesn't know what he's doing with his life, Maroda's trying to establish a life where he's not defined by his relationship with his brothers

Pacce goes on adventures with his friends and has the time of his life

Get your act together, you two

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Ayurnamat for Issaru?

Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

Zanarkand: the end of a summoner's pilgrimage.  Home of the final aeon, source of the Final Summoning, the death of Sin.  The birth of Sin.

So much pain happened here.

So yes, perhaps it was for the best. 

One last look, though, before he sealed the dome and decided what to do next.  One last thought for what might have been.

He'd spent his entire life preparing to come to this place, this city at the edge of the world.  Zanarkand, where the final aeon would be granted to a summoner who proved themselves worthy - so the story went, but Yuna told a different tale.  The final aeon's fayth...

Isaaru drew a shuddering breath, the now-familiar horror of it creeping over him once again.  The fayth of the final aeon.  Created from a summoner's guardian, a soul freely offered that Sin might be defeated once and for all - or that the Calm would come, so Spira might know peace, if only for a short time.

The summoner would die.  Every summoner traveled to Zanarkand knowing they went to their deaths, and weighing the cost, found it worth the price.  One life in exchange for thousands.  Their life in exchange for all of Spira.  Isaaru had long since accepted his own fate; peace for Spira was worth any price, he'd thought, any price at all.

But then Yuna told them all the true price of the final aeon.

And the final aeon's fate.

Maroda, Isaaru thought, pierced by guilt and fear all over again.  It would have been Maroda.  His first guardian, his true guardian, fierce and stubborn and impatient and proud, it would have been Maroda.  Isaaru wanted to believe he'd have balked at the suggestion, wanted to believe he would have questioned, as Yuna had, whether Sin would return regardless... but he knew better.  Such faith he'd had in the teachings of Yevon!  Knowing it would bring the Calm, knowing it would defeat Sin, and knowing nothing more, yes, he would have accepted the price.  They would have accepted the price.

And Maroda...

Maroda would have become Sin.

Isaaru realized he was shivering, and it had nothing to do with the cold.  It didn't happen, he reminded himself, shaking his head to clear it.  It didn't happen.  Why worry about it now, two years later, when the choice he might have made was irrelevant?  They'd never reached Zanarkand - they'd never even come close.  While Yuna was defeating Sin, they'd been evacuating the citizens of Bevelle...

Bevelle, Maroda was in Bevelle now, Yuna had said.

How can I go to him, knowing what I might have done to him?

But the pain of that thought was fading now, replaced by a sharper longing; he missed his brothers, and badly.  He'd quarreled with Maroda not long ago, though he didn't remember now what it had been about.  Whatever it was, it seemed insignificant now - Bevelle was in need of organization, and Maroda was in Bevelle.  And if Maroda was in Bevelle, he doubted Pacce would be far away. 

Isaaru smiled, turning away from the dome one last time, and began the long walk that would eventually lead him back home.