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FFVIII: Over Again
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Another incident, just a little different this time. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irish_ais.
"What happened?"
She meant to be gentle. But instead it came out clipped, military, and her bandaging is neat and efficient rather than gentle. Fujin is stiff as a board, back straight as a pole, her mouth a flat thin line. Quistis doesn't really expect an answer anyway, but she meant to be... she meant to be kinder. People do enough to Fujin. She carefully doesn't look at Raijin, silent for once -- not by choice, or under threat, but unconscious. She tries not to notice who is missing.
Finally, Fujin clears her throat. It sounds like an effort, to actually speak, but her voice is calm and quiet. She, at least, has learnt to relax, to speak in something other than single words, to lower her voice. "We were attacked. Again."
"Because of Seifer...?"
"Because of the sorceress," Fujin says, flatly, like it's impossible for it to be Seifer's fault. And it's true, Quistis thinks, sighing to herself as she ties off the third bandage and moves to grab another antiseptic wipe to clean a cut on Fujin's forehead. She wishes Kadowaki could do this, but she has more serious casualties to be dealing with.
"How outnumbered were you?"
"Five to one."
There'll be an investigation, again. Everyone will know who did it, and no one will care, because Seifer and Fujin and Raijin are not the most popular people on earth, though, by now, not the most unpopular. Just unpopular enough to have regular incidents. The culprits, if caught at all, will be let off with a slap on the wrist.
"You should stay here," Quistis says, cleaning the cut with quick, rough dabs. She admires the way Fujin's jaw simply firms, her eyes not even flickering.
"For what? I follow Seifer."
She's been wanting to do it for a while, of course. It isn't entirely spontaneous, but built up from fragmented moments spent together between trails and appeals and incidents like this one. Fujin means... well, she means something to her. What, she doesn't really know, but she'd like to find out. So that's what makes her drop the antiseptic wipe and take Fujin's face in her hands, that which makes her kiss her, softly and sweetly, like a lover, like a friend.
Fujin stares up at her blankly.
"I follow Seifer."
"Of course," Quistis says, and steps away, accepting.
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Another incident, just a little different this time. For
irish_ais."What happened?"
She meant to be gentle. But instead it came out clipped, military, and her bandaging is neat and efficient rather than gentle. Fujin is stiff as a board, back straight as a pole, her mouth a flat thin line. Quistis doesn't really expect an answer anyway, but she meant to be... she meant to be kinder. People do enough to Fujin. She carefully doesn't look at Raijin, silent for once -- not by choice, or under threat, but unconscious. She tries not to notice who is missing.
Finally, Fujin clears her throat. It sounds like an effort, to actually speak, but her voice is calm and quiet. She, at least, has learnt to relax, to speak in something other than single words, to lower her voice. "We were attacked. Again."
"Because of Seifer...?"
"Because of the sorceress," Fujin says, flatly, like it's impossible for it to be Seifer's fault. And it's true, Quistis thinks, sighing to herself as she ties off the third bandage and moves to grab another antiseptic wipe to clean a cut on Fujin's forehead. She wishes Kadowaki could do this, but she has more serious casualties to be dealing with.
"How outnumbered were you?"
"Five to one."
There'll be an investigation, again. Everyone will know who did it, and no one will care, because Seifer and Fujin and Raijin are not the most popular people on earth, though, by now, not the most unpopular. Just unpopular enough to have regular incidents. The culprits, if caught at all, will be let off with a slap on the wrist.
"You should stay here," Quistis says, cleaning the cut with quick, rough dabs. She admires the way Fujin's jaw simply firms, her eyes not even flickering.
"For what? I follow Seifer."
She's been wanting to do it for a while, of course. It isn't entirely spontaneous, but built up from fragmented moments spent together between trails and appeals and incidents like this one. Fujin means... well, she means something to her. What, she doesn't really know, but she'd like to find out. So that's what makes her drop the antiseptic wipe and take Fujin's face in her hands, that which makes her kiss her, softly and sweetly, like a lover, like a friend.
Fujin stares up at her blankly.
"I follow Seifer."
"Of course," Quistis says, and steps away, accepting.