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FFVIII: Visit
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Quistis
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Quistis pays Seifer a visit to tell him something important. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"Well, well, well, look who's come to cheer my lonely jail cell."
Quistis pushed her glasses up her nose and rolled her eyes at him, smoothing down her skirt self consciously before closing the door behind her. She tried not to give anything away -- not too soon, anyway. "Seifer."
"What brings you here?"
"I trust you're well?"
Seifer sighed, rolling off his bunk. It looked uncomfortable, and Quistis had no doubt that it was the most threadbare mattress and the thinnest, scratchiest cotton sheets. He ran his fingers through his hair, making a brief effort to look like he hadn't spent the past few weeks in a cell. "As well as can be expected. Missing getting to see the sky and all that. And you, Quisty?"
"You haven't called me that in years," she said, softly, going to sit on the bed next to him. Outside, she could hear the measured steps of the guard, pacing around restlessly.
"Yeah, well." He looked away.
She took a deep breath, reaching out -- just to touch him, just to let him know she was there. Her fingers brushed his leg. "I missed that."
"Don't say things you don't mean."
"You want me to get to the point?"
Seifer watched her for a moment -- his lower lip caught between his teeth, a tiny unconscious signal of how unsure he was. She wasn't sure what he wanted to see, but she looked him in the eyes anyway, letting him see. Finally, he took a breath, and nodded. "Yeah, get to the point."
"I love you."
She stood up, then -- smoothing her skirt down again, patting her hair as if afraid that the few moments in the cell would have disturbed it somehow. He was smiling, as she reached the door. "Come back soon."
"I will," she said.
"Take a real good look at the sky for me."
"I will."
Pairing: Seifer/Quistis
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Quistis pays Seifer a visit to tell him something important. For
admitby20."Well, well, well, look who's come to cheer my lonely jail cell."
Quistis pushed her glasses up her nose and rolled her eyes at him, smoothing down her skirt self consciously before closing the door behind her. She tried not to give anything away -- not too soon, anyway. "Seifer."
"What brings you here?"
"I trust you're well?"
Seifer sighed, rolling off his bunk. It looked uncomfortable, and Quistis had no doubt that it was the most threadbare mattress and the thinnest, scratchiest cotton sheets. He ran his fingers through his hair, making a brief effort to look like he hadn't spent the past few weeks in a cell. "As well as can be expected. Missing getting to see the sky and all that. And you, Quisty?"
"You haven't called me that in years," she said, softly, going to sit on the bed next to him. Outside, she could hear the measured steps of the guard, pacing around restlessly.
"Yeah, well." He looked away.
She took a deep breath, reaching out -- just to touch him, just to let him know she was there. Her fingers brushed his leg. "I missed that."
"Don't say things you don't mean."
"You want me to get to the point?"
Seifer watched her for a moment -- his lower lip caught between his teeth, a tiny unconscious signal of how unsure he was. She wasn't sure what he wanted to see, but she looked him in the eyes anyway, letting him see. Finally, he took a breath, and nodded. "Yeah, get to the point."
"I love you."
She stood up, then -- smoothing her skirt down again, patting her hair as if afraid that the few moments in the cell would have disturbed it somehow. He was smiling, as she reached the door. "Come back soon."
"I will," she said.
"Take a real good look at the sky for me."
"I will."
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