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FFVIII: Need
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: G
Summary: Ellone needs to be needed. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
philosophy_20.
When she meets Quistis' eyes, she sees something familiar. It takes her a minute to think of it and then she smiles, reaching out to take Quisty's hands into hers. It's a kind of loneliness, deep seated and ever present, and she knows it, oh, so well. "You look as if you could do with some company."
Quistis smiles, just a little, squeezing Ellone's hands. She's tired, too, and barely surviving on the potions that Squall seems to thrive on. Ellone barely wastes a moment looking at her and figuring that out before she's dragging her off -- along a corridor and up some stairs.
"Ellone -- "
"You need some rest," she says, in that quiet-but-firm way she used to use back in the Orphanage when Seifer and Squall were fighting. And Quistis surrenders to that: better than to all the orders in the world.
"Elle, I think..."
"Ssh," Ellone says, drawing her into her room and making her sit down on the bed. It's natural to put her arms around Quistis, then, and to let Quistis rest her head against her shoulder. She missed this. Oh, how she missed them, wherever she went, and she missed more the knowledge that they needed her.
No one ever seemed to need her, since then. They wanted her, her talents or her smiles, and they wanted to protect her. But they didn't need her company, didn't look at her like Squall used to. Most often, they seemed to regard her as a nuisance: to be kept out of the way, kept safe.
When Seifer and Squall dragged her out on expeditions as children, they protected her by keeping her with them. It's that she misses, the feeling of being right there -- even if right there and then, there was no danger. It'd felt like there could be. Perhaps.
Quistis sighs softly. "I missed you, Elle."
"I missed you more," she whispers back. She nuzzles against Quistis -- kisses her forehead, runs her head over her tense spine, soothes her to sleep in her arms and holds her there. Whenever she moves, Quistis makes a tiny sound in her sleep -- unhappy. So Ellone doesn't move, because Quistis needs her just like this.
Pairing: Quistis/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: G
Summary: Ellone needs to be needed. For
philosophy_20.When she meets Quistis' eyes, she sees something familiar. It takes her a minute to think of it and then she smiles, reaching out to take Quisty's hands into hers. It's a kind of loneliness, deep seated and ever present, and she knows it, oh, so well. "You look as if you could do with some company."
Quistis smiles, just a little, squeezing Ellone's hands. She's tired, too, and barely surviving on the potions that Squall seems to thrive on. Ellone barely wastes a moment looking at her and figuring that out before she's dragging her off -- along a corridor and up some stairs.
"Ellone -- "
"You need some rest," she says, in that quiet-but-firm way she used to use back in the Orphanage when Seifer and Squall were fighting. And Quistis surrenders to that: better than to all the orders in the world.
"Elle, I think..."
"Ssh," Ellone says, drawing her into her room and making her sit down on the bed. It's natural to put her arms around Quistis, then, and to let Quistis rest her head against her shoulder. She missed this. Oh, how she missed them, wherever she went, and she missed more the knowledge that they needed her.
No one ever seemed to need her, since then. They wanted her, her talents or her smiles, and they wanted to protect her. But they didn't need her company, didn't look at her like Squall used to. Most often, they seemed to regard her as a nuisance: to be kept out of the way, kept safe.
When Seifer and Squall dragged her out on expeditions as children, they protected her by keeping her with them. It's that she misses, the feeling of being right there -- even if right there and then, there was no danger. It'd felt like there could be. Perhaps.
Quistis sighs softly. "I missed you, Elle."
"I missed you more," she whispers back. She nuzzles against Quistis -- kisses her forehead, runs her head over her tense spine, soothes her to sleep in her arms and holds her there. Whenever she moves, Quistis makes a tiny sound in her sleep -- unhappy. So Ellone doesn't move, because Quistis needs her just like this.