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personalapocalypseTitle: Objective
Fandom: FFVIII
Characters/Pairing: Quistis/Fujin, sort of
Rating: SFW
Warning: Violence, vaguely-described injuries.
Notes: For the Kissing Battle. Written forseventhe. Another one I'd like to expand upon, if only to explain the situation that Quistis and her team appear to be in here.
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"Stupid," Fujin whispered from below, for what must have been the tenth time.
"Quiet," Quistis said, for what felt like the hundredth, and nervously looked out of the small, grimy window. The street had been quiet for many long seconds now, but she was waiting for the next earth-shaking explosion, the next round of machine gun fire.
Fujin didn't speak again for a while, just looked up at Quistis with her one good eye. She was even paler than before, her hand pressed against the dressings on her stomach - not as serious a wound as it looked, but it had bled a lot, and it had to be painful. Finally she opened her mouth again. "Mission?" she said, no inflection in her voice at all.
Quistis pressed her lips together. "Protecting the city's citizens in the event of an attack is part of my mission objective," she said shortly, trying to ignore the sudden shock of irritation. "You were in Garden long enough to guess that yourself."
Fujin snorted and looked away. "Wrong."
There was another burst of gunfire outside. Quistis held her breath until it passed, thinking about Zell and Selphie, wondering if they were okay... and then wondering if Fujin was right, if she ought to be more concerned about going out and finding them and less concerned about protecting one person, even if she was one of the city's citizens. But then she thought about the men firing those machine guns, the rebels, and what they'd do if they walked in and found the woman who had once fought beside the Sorceress's Knight, and she stayed right where she was. If there was one thing that those rebels hated more than the Caraway administration, it was being ruled by a Sorceress.
She hoped the others were all right. She hoped that President Caraway was all right, mostly for Rinoa's sake - and Squall's sake, by extension. But even those things weren't enough to make her leave that room.
"Fool," Fujin quietly murmured, and closed her eye. Her breathing slowed, and there was a tense moment while Quistis listened to make sure that it didn't stop, that she was only falling asleep. It was only after she was sure that Fujin was unconscious that she relaxed, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"I know," she whispered through chapped lips.
Fandom: FFVIII
Characters/Pairing: Quistis/Fujin, sort of
Rating: SFW
Warning: Violence, vaguely-described injuries.
Notes: For the Kissing Battle. Written for
seventhe. Another one I'd like to expand upon, if only to explain the situation that Quistis and her team appear to be in here.---
"Stupid," Fujin whispered from below, for what must have been the tenth time.
"Quiet," Quistis said, for what felt like the hundredth, and nervously looked out of the small, grimy window. The street had been quiet for many long seconds now, but she was waiting for the next earth-shaking explosion, the next round of machine gun fire.
Fujin didn't speak again for a while, just looked up at Quistis with her one good eye. She was even paler than before, her hand pressed against the dressings on her stomach - not as serious a wound as it looked, but it had bled a lot, and it had to be painful. Finally she opened her mouth again. "Mission?" she said, no inflection in her voice at all.
Quistis pressed her lips together. "Protecting the city's citizens in the event of an attack is part of my mission objective," she said shortly, trying to ignore the sudden shock of irritation. "You were in Garden long enough to guess that yourself."
Fujin snorted and looked away. "Wrong."
There was another burst of gunfire outside. Quistis held her breath until it passed, thinking about Zell and Selphie, wondering if they were okay... and then wondering if Fujin was right, if she ought to be more concerned about going out and finding them and less concerned about protecting one person, even if she was one of the city's citizens. But then she thought about the men firing those machine guns, the rebels, and what they'd do if they walked in and found the woman who had once fought beside the Sorceress's Knight, and she stayed right where she was. If there was one thing that those rebels hated more than the Caraway administration, it was being ruled by a Sorceress.
She hoped the others were all right. She hoped that President Caraway was all right, mostly for Rinoa's sake - and Squall's sake, by extension. But even those things weren't enough to make her leave that room.
"Fool," Fujin quietly murmured, and closed her eye. Her breathing slowed, and there was a tense moment while Quistis listened to make sure that it didn't stop, that she was only falling asleep. It was only after she was sure that Fujin was unconscious that she relaxed, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"I know," she whispered through chapped lips.
