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FFVIII: Job
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Quistis prepares to go undercover for a mission. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
djtifaheart's prompt of "mirror".
A job is a job, to a SeeD.
Quistis reminds herself of that as she gets ready, clipping back her long hair and putting on the clothes that have been carefully adjusted to accentuate her every curve and soften every angle. The fishnet stockings nearly last, and then the boots last, until she looks the part she'll have to play. A job is a job, even when one has to look like a hooker.
A job is a job, even when one has to betray a friend.
Because Seifer is that, somehow, still. Like Irvine was reluctant to shoot at Matron, because of the bond of the past between them, Quistis is reluctant to trap Seifer as she'll have to do. Still. Her weapons, now. A knife, strapped to the underside of her wrist. A longer knife, slipped into a hidden pocket of her boots, boots specially made for the purpose. A handgun hidden in an inner pocket of her clothes.
She slips a tiny receiver into her ear, to track her movements and to receive, if needed, changes in orders.
She puts her makeup on, then, blatant, harsh makeup. She is sure, looking at herself in the mirror, that Seifer will see through her. He always could: she was transparent to him. But now?
Lipstick with a drug in it: a trick learned from the hookers themselves.
A job is a job, after all.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Quistis prepares to go undercover for a mission. For
djtifaheart's prompt of "mirror".A job is a job, to a SeeD.
Quistis reminds herself of that as she gets ready, clipping back her long hair and putting on the clothes that have been carefully adjusted to accentuate her every curve and soften every angle. The fishnet stockings nearly last, and then the boots last, until she looks the part she'll have to play. A job is a job, even when one has to look like a hooker.
A job is a job, even when one has to betray a friend.
Because Seifer is that, somehow, still. Like Irvine was reluctant to shoot at Matron, because of the bond of the past between them, Quistis is reluctant to trap Seifer as she'll have to do. Still. Her weapons, now. A knife, strapped to the underside of her wrist. A longer knife, slipped into a hidden pocket of her boots, boots specially made for the purpose. A handgun hidden in an inner pocket of her clothes.
She slips a tiny receiver into her ear, to track her movements and to receive, if needed, changes in orders.
She puts her makeup on, then, blatant, harsh makeup. She is sure, looking at herself in the mirror, that Seifer will see through her. He always could: she was transparent to him. But now?
Lipstick with a drug in it: a trick learned from the hookers themselves.
A job is a job, after all.