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FFVIII: Running
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Selphie
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Returning home from a mission, Quistis and Selphie are caught in the rain. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10lilies.
It was raining. Not the light, pathetic drizzle that sometimes comes in spring, or even the wind blown splatter that rattles against the windows in late winter. It was a summer storm, sudden and ferocious and lightning ripped the sky above them as they ran from the last train back to where Garden waited. It was the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone in moments, sudden and awesome and almost frightening, and Selphie looked delighted. They were running, from the station back to Garden, back from a mission in the colder but more predictable climate of Trabia.
Selphie whooped at another jag of lightning. Quistis had to smile at her obvious delight -- but it had been close, too close, and Garden was too far off. "We'll have to get to Garden!" she shouted to Selphie, over another growl of thunder.
"Isn't there anywhere else?"
"Nowhere closer!"
Selphie didn't hesitate as another flash lit the sky bright and left them reeling a little in sudden brief blindness. She seized Quistis' hand in hers, tugging, and together they ran through the rain, so quickly that Quistis had no time to worry about lightning or monsters or anything but the fact that Selphie seemed to be enjoying it all far too much.
"Faster!" Selphie called to her, tugging her hand, and so she ran faster, keeping up with Selphie, ignoring the fact that her clothes clung to her and her hair was in her mouth and she had a deep nagging stitch in her side. They didn't stop running until they were safely inside Garden, making puddles on the polished floors and looking at each other and suddenly letting go of each other's hand. Selphie was still grinning. Quistis gave her a wary look.
"I think I know what you're thinking."
"We'll have to do that again sometime!"
"You're mad," Quistis said, still hopelessly breathless, her mouth twitching as Selphie collapsed into a heap of laughter.
Pairing: Quistis/Selphie
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Returning home from a mission, Quistis and Selphie are caught in the rain. For
10lilies.It was raining. Not the light, pathetic drizzle that sometimes comes in spring, or even the wind blown splatter that rattles against the windows in late winter. It was a summer storm, sudden and ferocious and lightning ripped the sky above them as they ran from the last train back to where Garden waited. It was the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone in moments, sudden and awesome and almost frightening, and Selphie looked delighted. They were running, from the station back to Garden, back from a mission in the colder but more predictable climate of Trabia.
Selphie whooped at another jag of lightning. Quistis had to smile at her obvious delight -- but it had been close, too close, and Garden was too far off. "We'll have to get to Garden!" she shouted to Selphie, over another growl of thunder.
"Isn't there anywhere else?"
"Nowhere closer!"
Selphie didn't hesitate as another flash lit the sky bright and left them reeling a little in sudden brief blindness. She seized Quistis' hand in hers, tugging, and together they ran through the rain, so quickly that Quistis had no time to worry about lightning or monsters or anything but the fact that Selphie seemed to be enjoying it all far too much.
"Faster!" Selphie called to her, tugging her hand, and so she ran faster, keeping up with Selphie, ignoring the fact that her clothes clung to her and her hair was in her mouth and she had a deep nagging stitch in her side. They didn't stop running until they were safely inside Garden, making puddles on the polished floors and looking at each other and suddenly letting go of each other's hand. Selphie was still grinning. Quistis gave her a wary look.
"I think I know what you're thinking."
"We'll have to do that again sometime!"
"You're mad," Quistis said, still hopelessly breathless, her mouth twitching as Selphie collapsed into a heap of laughter.
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