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FFVIII: Cold Fear
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Quistis is afraid to admit to her fear. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
admitby20.
It's always been hard for her to admit that she's scared. It's because she's a SeeD, mostly. The urge to resist the fear is stamped deep in her, this idea that fear makes you weak and the only useful thing about it is the surge of adrenaline you get. She's forced herself to be cool and crisp and in control. Never running, never even flinching, never even blinking.
There are things that scare her, though. Like running into t-rexaurs. But that's a thrill as well as fear, running into something that could damn well pulverise you and just fighting it anyway.
There are things that scare her and they're cold and hard and they don't even bring the gift of adrenaline with them. Like the idea of losing everything she's worked for. SeeD. Her skill with weapons. Her friendships with the others. The world they've worked so hard to build. She's scared of being unable to move, paralysed, so scared that it always brings a sick cold feeling into her stomach.
Some of it is a little irrational.
Some of it isn't.
So when she's carried off the battlefield with a back injury, the fear swells in her stomach like a balloon. She closes her eyes tight and waits, bearing the pain and gritting her teeth and waiting for someone to tell her what's going on.
When Squall comes into the infirmary, Quistis thinks for a moment that he brings strength with him. But he's tired and bruised and aching and his words are simple as he tells her how things are going. He doesn't say a word about her injury and she waits, waits. But he still doesn't say anything.
So she finally says it. Clears her throat and looks up at the ceiling. "Squall. This... is it serious? This back injury?"
"I don't know."
She closes her eyes, tries to find comfort in the pink of the lids. It's weakness, her body screams, but the fear won't be silenced and she swallows hard and then just says it, almost admitting to the cold fear in words but leaving them just unsaid.
"I... need somebody. Someone here. To... to help. Someone to... hold my hand."
Quistis is almost startled when she feels him take her hand. The cool leather of his glove is a shock, too, as he cradles her slim fingers in his grasp. "I don't know if you'll be okay, Quistis. But I'll look after you."
"Squall..."
"Ssh."
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Quistis is afraid to admit to her fear. For
admitby20.It's always been hard for her to admit that she's scared. It's because she's a SeeD, mostly. The urge to resist the fear is stamped deep in her, this idea that fear makes you weak and the only useful thing about it is the surge of adrenaline you get. She's forced herself to be cool and crisp and in control. Never running, never even flinching, never even blinking.
There are things that scare her, though. Like running into t-rexaurs. But that's a thrill as well as fear, running into something that could damn well pulverise you and just fighting it anyway.
There are things that scare her and they're cold and hard and they don't even bring the gift of adrenaline with them. Like the idea of losing everything she's worked for. SeeD. Her skill with weapons. Her friendships with the others. The world they've worked so hard to build. She's scared of being unable to move, paralysed, so scared that it always brings a sick cold feeling into her stomach.
Some of it is a little irrational.
Some of it isn't.
So when she's carried off the battlefield with a back injury, the fear swells in her stomach like a balloon. She closes her eyes tight and waits, bearing the pain and gritting her teeth and waiting for someone to tell her what's going on.
When Squall comes into the infirmary, Quistis thinks for a moment that he brings strength with him. But he's tired and bruised and aching and his words are simple as he tells her how things are going. He doesn't say a word about her injury and she waits, waits. But he still doesn't say anything.
So she finally says it. Clears her throat and looks up at the ceiling. "Squall. This... is it serious? This back injury?"
"I don't know."
She closes her eyes, tries to find comfort in the pink of the lids. It's weakness, her body screams, but the fear won't be silenced and she swallows hard and then just says it, almost admitting to the cold fear in words but leaving them just unsaid.
"I... need somebody. Someone here. To... to help. Someone to... hold my hand."
Quistis is almost startled when she feels him take her hand. The cool leather of his glove is a shock, too, as he cradles her slim fingers in his grasp. "I don't know if you'll be okay, Quistis. But I'll look after you."
"Squall..."
"Ssh."
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