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FFVIII: The Other Side
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: A plea for help from an unexpected quarter.
The edge of his gunblade dug into her neck, choking off words and preventing her escape. Quistis went limp against him, pushing back a little, taking in a deep, gasping breath and then speaking, coldly, "What does it feel like to be working for the wrong side?"
"I don't know that there is a wrong side," he replied, equally coldly, "It's just the other side."
His gunblade pressed harder against her neck and she tilted her head back, trying to keep her airway open and wondering why he seemed so determined to choke the life from her. Then she felt his mouth close to her ear, his breath flowing down her neck, hot and tickling. She struggled a little and he pulled the blade so tight against her neck that she was fighting just to gulp in small gasps of air.
"Help me," he whispered, urgently. "I made a choice... it was the wrong choice. I've gone the wrong way. Quistis. Help me. I'm -- "
"My Knight... what are you doing?"
He seemed to flinch at the inquiry and then he looked up at her. "Trying to calm down this prisoner, my sorceress."
"Forgive me, Quistis," he murmured, and pulled the gunblade tighter, choking her just enough that she would pass out in a moment or so. "Remember -- help me. I'm sorry I have to do this -- I have to hide my reluctance or..."
But she couldn't focus on his words anymore, the world just patches of light and dark. He'd had a choice to make, she could remember that, he'd taken the wrong way...
He released her, and she fell to the floor with a flop.
She never told the others about that moment, not sure whether she could trust him or not.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: A plea for help from an unexpected quarter.
The edge of his gunblade dug into her neck, choking off words and preventing her escape. Quistis went limp against him, pushing back a little, taking in a deep, gasping breath and then speaking, coldly, "What does it feel like to be working for the wrong side?"
"I don't know that there is a wrong side," he replied, equally coldly, "It's just the other side."
His gunblade pressed harder against her neck and she tilted her head back, trying to keep her airway open and wondering why he seemed so determined to choke the life from her. Then she felt his mouth close to her ear, his breath flowing down her neck, hot and tickling. She struggled a little and he pulled the blade so tight against her neck that she was fighting just to gulp in small gasps of air.
"Help me," he whispered, urgently. "I made a choice... it was the wrong choice. I've gone the wrong way. Quistis. Help me. I'm -- "
"My Knight... what are you doing?"
He seemed to flinch at the inquiry and then he looked up at her. "Trying to calm down this prisoner, my sorceress."
"Forgive me, Quistis," he murmured, and pulled the gunblade tighter, choking her just enough that she would pass out in a moment or so. "Remember -- help me. I'm sorry I have to do this -- I have to hide my reluctance or..."
But she couldn't focus on his words anymore, the world just patches of light and dark. He'd had a choice to make, she could remember that, he'd taken the wrong way...
He released her, and she fell to the floor with a flop.
She never told the others about that moment, not sure whether she could trust him or not.