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FFVIII: Startle
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Brief moments of getting through. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"You're always telling us to run away from T-Rexaurs and you don't?"
Seifer's voice is sneering and Quistis has to count to five, slowly and silently, taking deep breaths, before she answers. "I'm your instructor. I was trying to show you the strategy for fighting a T-Rexaur. If you hadn't started fighting with Squall, there wouldn't have been a problem. Now sit down while I find some bandages and a potion."
"HERE."
Quistis almost jumps at the sound of Fujin's voice right behind her, but she controls herself (it's all about being calm and cool and distant) and turns to Fujin, nodding slightly. The gash on Seifer's arm isn't that bad, but it needs dealing with before he goes for his chat with Cid, and since Kadowaki doesn't seem to be about...
She calls up lessons in basic First Aid and bandages Seifer's arm neatly, ignoring his taunts and jibes and bitching. She does the bandages a little tighter than necessary, clamping down hard on her anger, and finally dismisses the arrogant boy, telling him to go straight to the Headmaster's office and to stay there until Cid has time to see him. And then she finally lets herself feel her own pain, the dull throb in her side. She assesses herself quickly; two possible broken ribs, a long cut and a lot of bruising.
"NEED HELP?"
Fujin's voice startles her again and this time she shows it a little, turning quickly to face her and gasping at the sudden stab the quick movement causes. "Oh... sorry. I forgot you were there."
Fujin nods and takes a step towards her. "BAD?"
"It's nothing much," Quistis starts, awkward, thinking of how she has to look in front of her students. And then she reminds herself that concealing injuries is just as stupid on the battlefield as being overly dramatic over them. "Two ribs broken, I think, and then just a cut and some bruising."
Fujin considers it for a moment, her head tipped to one side, then her eyes go to the medical supplies and she huffs softly. "CURE?"
"That should work, or at least help, but I'll need bandaging, too. Could you...?" She hesitates to ask, trailing off and biting her lip.
She nods, once, curtly, stepping forward and taking longer than Quistis would to cast her cure, carefully going through the steps of casting, just learned and as yet unfamiliar. Quistis feels the tingle of healing magic, and the strange itch as the wound seals, and then deeper, as the spell penetrates, rejoining splintered bone and reforming it smooth and strong.
"BETTER?"
"A little."
"LET ME..." Fujin stops and then just does it, reaching to unbutton Quistis' uniform like she can't do it herself. Quistis flushes a little but lets Fujin do it, biting her lip as Fujin pushes the blood-soaked fabric away and leaves her feeling, well, exposed. Fujin's touch is gentler than her words, skimming over the new scar.
"It looks okay to me. Thank you," and Quistis favours her with the smile she gives students when they finally show they understand something she just taught.
Fujin's hand doesn't leave her side for a moment, and then she pulls back quickly. "YOU'RE WELCOME."
Quistis stands up, pulling her uniform back on properly, straightening it and smoothing out the skirt. "I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow," she says, a little softly, watching Fujin's face and the shy look flickering there. "I hope Seifer doesn't cause any trouble tomorrow."
For a moment, it's as if they share a joke, but then Fujin's face closes again and she just nods simply, readjusting her eyepatch before moving off, heading out of the infirmary to find Raijin and Seifer again.
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Brief moments of getting through. For
girlchild's request on ffsaffic."You're always telling us to run away from T-Rexaurs and you don't?"
Seifer's voice is sneering and Quistis has to count to five, slowly and silently, taking deep breaths, before she answers. "I'm your instructor. I was trying to show you the strategy for fighting a T-Rexaur. If you hadn't started fighting with Squall, there wouldn't have been a problem. Now sit down while I find some bandages and a potion."
"HERE."
Quistis almost jumps at the sound of Fujin's voice right behind her, but she controls herself (it's all about being calm and cool and distant) and turns to Fujin, nodding slightly. The gash on Seifer's arm isn't that bad, but it needs dealing with before he goes for his chat with Cid, and since Kadowaki doesn't seem to be about...
She calls up lessons in basic First Aid and bandages Seifer's arm neatly, ignoring his taunts and jibes and bitching. She does the bandages a little tighter than necessary, clamping down hard on her anger, and finally dismisses the arrogant boy, telling him to go straight to the Headmaster's office and to stay there until Cid has time to see him. And then she finally lets herself feel her own pain, the dull throb in her side. She assesses herself quickly; two possible broken ribs, a long cut and a lot of bruising.
"NEED HELP?"
Fujin's voice startles her again and this time she shows it a little, turning quickly to face her and gasping at the sudden stab the quick movement causes. "Oh... sorry. I forgot you were there."
Fujin nods and takes a step towards her. "BAD?"
"It's nothing much," Quistis starts, awkward, thinking of how she has to look in front of her students. And then she reminds herself that concealing injuries is just as stupid on the battlefield as being overly dramatic over them. "Two ribs broken, I think, and then just a cut and some bruising."
Fujin considers it for a moment, her head tipped to one side, then her eyes go to the medical supplies and she huffs softly. "CURE?"
"That should work, or at least help, but I'll need bandaging, too. Could you...?" She hesitates to ask, trailing off and biting her lip.
She nods, once, curtly, stepping forward and taking longer than Quistis would to cast her cure, carefully going through the steps of casting, just learned and as yet unfamiliar. Quistis feels the tingle of healing magic, and the strange itch as the wound seals, and then deeper, as the spell penetrates, rejoining splintered bone and reforming it smooth and strong.
"BETTER?"
"A little."
"LET ME..." Fujin stops and then just does it, reaching to unbutton Quistis' uniform like she can't do it herself. Quistis flushes a little but lets Fujin do it, biting her lip as Fujin pushes the blood-soaked fabric away and leaves her feeling, well, exposed. Fujin's touch is gentler than her words, skimming over the new scar.
"It looks okay to me. Thank you," and Quistis favours her with the smile she gives students when they finally show they understand something she just taught.
Fujin's hand doesn't leave her side for a moment, and then she pulls back quickly. "YOU'RE WELCOME."
Quistis stands up, pulling her uniform back on properly, straightening it and smoothing out the skirt. "I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow," she says, a little softly, watching Fujin's face and the shy look flickering there. "I hope Seifer doesn't cause any trouble tomorrow."
For a moment, it's as if they share a joke, but then Fujin's face closes again and she just nods simply, readjusting her eyepatch before moving off, heading out of the infirmary to find Raijin and Seifer again.