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FFVIII: In the Rain
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: An awesome sight to see.
She didn't stop them fighting that time. Of course, it was always a stupid idea to try, anyway, but she didn't want to stop them even if it would be. It was amazing to watch them clash like that, the smell of gunpowder sending the senses racing. The storm approaching added its own little flashes to the show, but it was if those two didn't even see it.
Quistis didn't turn as one of her admirers slipped her arm through hers, instead she just patted the girl on the arm and kept watching. There was a buzz of conversation -- worry, mostly, that Seifer would end up killing Squall or vice versa.
Quistis didn't think either of them could ever kill the other.
They were both so proud. They held their heads so high and the slightest insult between them set them fighting -- all for pride. They were almost heroic figures, almost gods, as they fought. Squall's hair was plastered to his head with the rain and with sweat, his black leather shining with the wet in the flashes of lightning.
Quistis was in awe of them.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: An awesome sight to see.
She didn't stop them fighting that time. Of course, it was always a stupid idea to try, anyway, but she didn't want to stop them even if it would be. It was amazing to watch them clash like that, the smell of gunpowder sending the senses racing. The storm approaching added its own little flashes to the show, but it was if those two didn't even see it.
Quistis didn't turn as one of her admirers slipped her arm through hers, instead she just patted the girl on the arm and kept watching. There was a buzz of conversation -- worry, mostly, that Seifer would end up killing Squall or vice versa.
Quistis didn't think either of them could ever kill the other.
They were both so proud. They held their heads so high and the slightest insult between them set them fighting -- all for pride. They were almost heroic figures, almost gods, as they fought. Squall's hair was plastered to his head with the rain and with sweat, his black leather shining with the wet in the flashes of lightning.
Quistis was in awe of them.