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FFVIII: Rule
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Rinoa, Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Lost in the tomb of the unknown King. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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ffsaffic challenge.
"Where did Squall go?"
Rinoa's voice trembles just a little, and Quistis pretends that it's from cold and reminds herself that Rinoa isn't a SeeD, isn't used to situations like this. She takes off her glasses, finding her hanky to polish them carefully. She ignores that that's her nervous habit, and slides the glasses back on carefully, pushing them up her nose with one finger before giving Rinoa a serious look.
"I don't know, but he can't be far away. Maybe we should stay in one place so that he can find us."
"Wouldn't it be smarter to go and look for him?"
"No." For a moment, Quistis considers leaving it at that, but Rinoa will never learn if nobody teaches her. Sighing, she reaches out, pulling Rinoa to one damp wall and sitting down with her back to it. "If we stay in one place, he can find us more easily. If we move around, we could be moving away all the time he's moving closer to us."
"What if he's staying still?"
"He won't."
"What if -- "
"Rinoa," Quistis starts a little sharply, and then she stops, sighing softly and moving closer to the girl, feeling her shivers, looking up at face for a moment and giving her a small reassuring smile. "We're going to be fine and Squall will know we're lost and come to look for us."
"Okay," she says, in the smallest voice she has, a kid afraid of the dark underneath the spoiled teenage princess. Quistis sighs again and reaches for her hand, tangling their fingers and squeezing gently.
"You'll see," she promises.
A drip makes its way from the wall down the ceiling and down the back of Rinoa's neck, and she whimpers a little. Quistis bites her lip and moves closer, sliding an arm gently around Rinoa and pulling her to rest against her. Her face is against Rinoa's hair, a little damp in the chilly air, soft and silky and smelling of expensive shampoo and conditioner.
"Will he really come find us? Don't mercenaries have a rule, like, you know, 'every man for himself'?"
"You're still Garden's client, Rinoa. Even if he wouldn't come back for me, he'll come for you," Quistis says, patiently.
She'll lose her patience if she has to put up with this much longer.
Rinoa cuddles closer to her with a soft 'oh', and that's it for now. They sit in the semi-dark, and Quistis feels Rinoa's shivers, small and scared and cold, and her eyes are fixed on Rinoa's pale legs, bare and spread out in front of her, trembling. She holds Rinoa closer and rocks her a little, clumsy comfort, running a hand up and down her back.
When Rinoa looks up at her, dark frightened eyes and a sickly smile, Quistis kisses her, just softly, carefully, feeling her way.
When Squall finally finds them, his voice is gruff and his stance tense, annoyed. He reaches down and hauls Rinoa up, helping her to her feet and ignoring her happy greeting. When she throws her arms around his neck he just looks confused, so Quistis gets up of her own accord and pulls Rinoa back a little, smiling at her, reaching up to smooth down her hair.
"I told you he'd find us, didn't I?"
"You did," Rinoa says, and nods, and she smiles just for Quistis for a minute before she links her arm through Squall's, trusting only him to walk her through the dark. Quistis walks behind them, smiling only a touch bitterly.
Pairing: Quistis/Rinoa, Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Lost in the tomb of the unknown King. For
girlchild in the ffsaffic challenge."Where did Squall go?"
Rinoa's voice trembles just a little, and Quistis pretends that it's from cold and reminds herself that Rinoa isn't a SeeD, isn't used to situations like this. She takes off her glasses, finding her hanky to polish them carefully. She ignores that that's her nervous habit, and slides the glasses back on carefully, pushing them up her nose with one finger before giving Rinoa a serious look.
"I don't know, but he can't be far away. Maybe we should stay in one place so that he can find us."
"Wouldn't it be smarter to go and look for him?"
"No." For a moment, Quistis considers leaving it at that, but Rinoa will never learn if nobody teaches her. Sighing, she reaches out, pulling Rinoa to one damp wall and sitting down with her back to it. "If we stay in one place, he can find us more easily. If we move around, we could be moving away all the time he's moving closer to us."
"What if he's staying still?"
"He won't."
"What if -- "
"Rinoa," Quistis starts a little sharply, and then she stops, sighing softly and moving closer to the girl, feeling her shivers, looking up at face for a moment and giving her a small reassuring smile. "We're going to be fine and Squall will know we're lost and come to look for us."
"Okay," she says, in the smallest voice she has, a kid afraid of the dark underneath the spoiled teenage princess. Quistis sighs again and reaches for her hand, tangling their fingers and squeezing gently.
"You'll see," she promises.
A drip makes its way from the wall down the ceiling and down the back of Rinoa's neck, and she whimpers a little. Quistis bites her lip and moves closer, sliding an arm gently around Rinoa and pulling her to rest against her. Her face is against Rinoa's hair, a little damp in the chilly air, soft and silky and smelling of expensive shampoo and conditioner.
"Will he really come find us? Don't mercenaries have a rule, like, you know, 'every man for himself'?"
"You're still Garden's client, Rinoa. Even if he wouldn't come back for me, he'll come for you," Quistis says, patiently.
She'll lose her patience if she has to put up with this much longer.
Rinoa cuddles closer to her with a soft 'oh', and that's it for now. They sit in the semi-dark, and Quistis feels Rinoa's shivers, small and scared and cold, and her eyes are fixed on Rinoa's pale legs, bare and spread out in front of her, trembling. She holds Rinoa closer and rocks her a little, clumsy comfort, running a hand up and down her back.
When Rinoa looks up at her, dark frightened eyes and a sickly smile, Quistis kisses her, just softly, carefully, feeling her way.
When Squall finally finds them, his voice is gruff and his stance tense, annoyed. He reaches down and hauls Rinoa up, helping her to her feet and ignoring her happy greeting. When she throws her arms around his neck he just looks confused, so Quistis gets up of her own accord and pulls Rinoa back a little, smiling at her, reaching up to smooth down her hair.
"I told you he'd find us, didn't I?"
"You did," Rinoa says, and nods, and she smiles just for Quistis for a minute before she links her arm through Squall's, trusting only him to walk her through the dark. Quistis walks behind them, smiling only a touch bitterly.