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Entry tags:
FFVIII: Hush
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: They're no longer children and the rules of their childhood no longer apply.
It makes Ellone's toes curl a little when Squall looks at her, even though there's the barrier -- Sis -- that means he'll never look at her quite as she wants him to. He's hurt. Hurt from his last mission and as he comes to lean against the barrier at the edge of the balcony right beside her, she sees it better. Bruises blossoming over his face and neck and probably lower.
"Are you hurt?" she asks, as if she didn't notice, not greeting him because he wouldn't greet her, and leaning out a little to look at anything but his blue-grey eyes. His tempting eyes. Eyes she remembers so well from childhood, eyes that always watched her eagerly -- wanting stories, affection, comfort. He doesn't want her now.
"A little. It was a hard mission."
"How long are you here for?"
Squall shrugs, with a little sound of fabric and tough leather. She's so aware of him, of the hair tumbling in his eyes and the hesitant smile coaxed out on his face. Of the warmth of his body, even though he stands a good half meter from her. Distance. He's so fond of that. "Until I'm needed in Garden, I suppose."
"I hope you won't be needed soon, then," she says, smiling, too, and turning to face him. Without even thinking she reaches up, her fingers brushing his cheek gently, brushing the bruises. He doesn't even catch his breath in pain. "I could put something on that for you."
"I should probably take a potion."
Ellone draws her hand back. "Of course."
He hesitates. "But it might be better if someone applied it straight to the bruises for me..."
It's a bad idea. She knows it and she still follows him inside, through the corridors of the presidential palace -- a place she's come to know so well now, though at first it was so confusing, like her feelings for Squall -- and to the room Laguna's given him, and she watches him take his shirt off and tries not to watch too much, biting her lip at the sight of dark bruises.
"Does it hurt much?"
"Not really." He sits down on the end of the bed, pulling something out of his pocket and handing it to her. It takes Ellone a minute to open the potion and she smiles wryly at the knowledge that no matter how long she's lived with SeeDs, she couldn't really share their lives. "Just put it on the bruised parts."
"How did you get hurt?"
"A t-rexaur swiped me with its tail. Knocked me right into a building."
Squall is so casual about being hurt. He barely even hisses as she puts the potion on her fingertips and carefully spreads it, watching it sink in to his back and her fingertips, gasping softly at the odd tingles. He arches his back a little at the tingles and she smiles and keeps going, watching the wine colour of the bruising fade to yellow and then to the normal colour of his skin. He's more tanned than she imagined, and less scarred.
And just as beautiful.
As if he hears her thought, he turns to her suddenly, taking her hand in his. He took his gloves off, she realises, at the first touch of his warm fingers, and then he's closed her fingers in his palm, holding them as gently as if they're made of china. "Thank you," he says, softly, and Ellone realises her breathing is a little quick. Oh, traitorous breath!
"Are... are you okay now?"
Squall stands up, quickly, his gloves and his shirt that he was holding in his lap falling to the floor. He pulls her gently towards him, looking down at her. His eyes are almost searching and she can't meet them, not with the thoughts she has about him. She can feel his breath on her face. Soft. Quick.
"Ellone -- "
"Squall?"
He kisses her. Draws her even closer and then wraps his arms around her, and for a moment she's lost in the wonder of it. And then, the next minute, she's drawing back, laughing breathlessly at nothing.
"I should shut the door."
He nods. She doesn't move. He kisses her again and then she goes, and then she turns to him, dropping her shawl and starting to unbutton her blouse. He watches her, his breath quickening even more.
"Ellone -- "
She puts her fingers on his lips, then, lets him draw her towards him. "Hush," she says, softly, like she's still telling him to be quiet, to stop crying, so she can tell him stories. And then she kisses him again.
Pairing: Squall/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: They're no longer children and the rules of their childhood no longer apply.
It makes Ellone's toes curl a little when Squall looks at her, even though there's the barrier -- Sis -- that means he'll never look at her quite as she wants him to. He's hurt. Hurt from his last mission and as he comes to lean against the barrier at the edge of the balcony right beside her, she sees it better. Bruises blossoming over his face and neck and probably lower.
"Are you hurt?" she asks, as if she didn't notice, not greeting him because he wouldn't greet her, and leaning out a little to look at anything but his blue-grey eyes. His tempting eyes. Eyes she remembers so well from childhood, eyes that always watched her eagerly -- wanting stories, affection, comfort. He doesn't want her now.
"A little. It was a hard mission."
"How long are you here for?"
Squall shrugs, with a little sound of fabric and tough leather. She's so aware of him, of the hair tumbling in his eyes and the hesitant smile coaxed out on his face. Of the warmth of his body, even though he stands a good half meter from her. Distance. He's so fond of that. "Until I'm needed in Garden, I suppose."
"I hope you won't be needed soon, then," she says, smiling, too, and turning to face him. Without even thinking she reaches up, her fingers brushing his cheek gently, brushing the bruises. He doesn't even catch his breath in pain. "I could put something on that for you."
"I should probably take a potion."
Ellone draws her hand back. "Of course."
He hesitates. "But it might be better if someone applied it straight to the bruises for me..."
It's a bad idea. She knows it and she still follows him inside, through the corridors of the presidential palace -- a place she's come to know so well now, though at first it was so confusing, like her feelings for Squall -- and to the room Laguna's given him, and she watches him take his shirt off and tries not to watch too much, biting her lip at the sight of dark bruises.
"Does it hurt much?"
"Not really." He sits down on the end of the bed, pulling something out of his pocket and handing it to her. It takes Ellone a minute to open the potion and she smiles wryly at the knowledge that no matter how long she's lived with SeeDs, she couldn't really share their lives. "Just put it on the bruised parts."
"How did you get hurt?"
"A t-rexaur swiped me with its tail. Knocked me right into a building."
Squall is so casual about being hurt. He barely even hisses as she puts the potion on her fingertips and carefully spreads it, watching it sink in to his back and her fingertips, gasping softly at the odd tingles. He arches his back a little at the tingles and she smiles and keeps going, watching the wine colour of the bruising fade to yellow and then to the normal colour of his skin. He's more tanned than she imagined, and less scarred.
And just as beautiful.
As if he hears her thought, he turns to her suddenly, taking her hand in his. He took his gloves off, she realises, at the first touch of his warm fingers, and then he's closed her fingers in his palm, holding them as gently as if they're made of china. "Thank you," he says, softly, and Ellone realises her breathing is a little quick. Oh, traitorous breath!
"Are... are you okay now?"
Squall stands up, quickly, his gloves and his shirt that he was holding in his lap falling to the floor. He pulls her gently towards him, looking down at her. His eyes are almost searching and she can't meet them, not with the thoughts she has about him. She can feel his breath on her face. Soft. Quick.
"Ellone -- "
"Squall?"
He kisses her. Draws her even closer and then wraps his arms around her, and for a moment she's lost in the wonder of it. And then, the next minute, she's drawing back, laughing breathlessly at nothing.
"I should shut the door."
He nods. She doesn't move. He kisses her again and then she goes, and then she turns to him, dropping her shawl and starting to unbutton her blouse. He watches her, his breath quickening even more.
"Ellone -- "
She puts her fingers on his lips, then, lets him draw her towards him. "Hush," she says, softly, like she's still telling him to be quiet, to stop crying, so she can tell him stories. And then she kisses him again.