Fandom: FF8
Characters/Pairings: Squall/Rinoa, Laguna, Quistis, Selphie, Irvine
Rating: PG
Summary: The point of leaving is coming back.
Notes: Didn't think I'd jump like that, eh? Well, this was mainly an exercise in slicing parts of what's going on--I didn't want to get into long, lengthy explanations or unnecessary scenes. Also, judging by her mental state, that being a little unbalanced and if you didn't notice, a little depressed, fragmenting worked. At least for me. As I think this may fit into an arc in which Rinoa then gets into politics and hell breaks loose, I found this a good ending point. And I like ambiguous endings. XD Rinoa's fun outside of her rebellious!love!interest! box, I think I may play around more with things like this. So![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
first_seventhe, since this was basically written to your prompt, tis nice?
"So, did you figure it out?" Quistis had waited until they were touching down in Balamb to ask it. Rinoa had put her red dress on and was gripping the railing, almost straining to see ahead. The air tasted faintly metallic, something that Balamb always had a tinge of. As if training people were written into the very air; the warm sea salt air.
"That's a pretty loaded question." Rinoa could be blunt with Quistis.
"Well, there has to be something different... you weren't as annoyingly girly and impulsive before you left. You seem lighter again." Quistis smirked a little, and Rinoa noticed then that she'd cut her hair a little. A small change, but enough for her to notice. The part of her hair on top flipped a little less when she moved and the wind caught it. It was good to see Quistis could still be blunt with Rinoa.
"Speaking of, you didn't tell Squall I was bringing Laguna with me, right?"
"I didn't tell Selphie either. Irvine's started a pool on how long Mr. Loire is going to survive and if he's going to die by suffocation or angst."
Because of this, she was laughing when a bump signalled they were actually landing. Laguna was buckled up, like they should have been, but Rinoa had somehow skirted around being tucked into the stuffy compartment. Didn't seem like Quistis had wanted to go inside either, so it worked out.
She could tell he was there even before he shifted and the black he always wore stopped looking like a shadow. Then again, Rinoa rarely missed looking at shadows anymore. Of course there was a commotion the instant that Laguna stepped out and made his way from the deck to the ramp--a yellow and brown blur that was Selphie in a cowboy hat nearly knocked her over. But she'd hear about it later, once Selphie came back down to earth.
The first time she was in Esthar, she had gone unwillingly--at least, she certainly hadn't agreed to it. After that time, she'd collapsed into his arms like a damsel and sat on his lap like a princess. This time, she'd gone of her own will, even if she hadn't realized then why she was going at all.
This time, she merely took his hand, like she'd seen her mother do to her father. Like walks around town, the both of them with a hand of hers each, the safest place a small child could be. Rinoa could speak his language of comfort and few words too.
Even if I can feel you every night, it's good to see you in the daylight.
"You look different in red," Squall said. He'd been two footsteps behind her for a month, if only in that freaky strange way that she'd learned was his legacy. Rinoa hadn't erased the problems from before, for him or her, but she had to enjoy that silly kind of eyes-only-for-you way that he was behaving. Well. Until Selphie heard that Laguna would be staying for a while. Very few people alive could make a sound of excitement quite like that.
Squall gave that look. "I suppose you have an explanation."
She smiled in that way she used to just before asking for a moomba or something equally crazy from her father. "I have a few ideas I'd like to talk about once we're settled."
He just shrugged. Politics and family business would happen later. For now they were just a boy and a girl holding hands, the pressure of his letting her know that no matter how connected they were otherwise, he really was the type that just wanted something he could touch.
Rinoa could live with being tangible.
Characters/Pairings: Squall/Rinoa, Laguna, Quistis, Selphie, Irvine
Rating: PG
Summary: The point of leaving is coming back.
Notes: Didn't think I'd jump like that, eh? Well, this was mainly an exercise in slicing parts of what's going on--I didn't want to get into long, lengthy explanations or unnecessary scenes. Also, judging by her mental state, that being a little unbalanced and if you didn't notice, a little depressed, fragmenting worked. At least for me. As I think this may fit into an arc in which Rinoa then gets into politics and hell breaks loose, I found this a good ending point. And I like ambiguous endings. XD Rinoa's fun outside of her rebellious!love!interest! box, I think I may play around more with things like this. So
first_seventhe, since this was basically written to your prompt, tis nice?"So, did you figure it out?" Quistis had waited until they were touching down in Balamb to ask it. Rinoa had put her red dress on and was gripping the railing, almost straining to see ahead. The air tasted faintly metallic, something that Balamb always had a tinge of. As if training people were written into the very air; the warm sea salt air.
"That's a pretty loaded question." Rinoa could be blunt with Quistis.
"Well, there has to be something different... you weren't as annoyingly girly and impulsive before you left. You seem lighter again." Quistis smirked a little, and Rinoa noticed then that she'd cut her hair a little. A small change, but enough for her to notice. The part of her hair on top flipped a little less when she moved and the wind caught it. It was good to see Quistis could still be blunt with Rinoa.
"Speaking of, you didn't tell Squall I was bringing Laguna with me, right?"
"I didn't tell Selphie either. Irvine's started a pool on how long Mr. Loire is going to survive and if he's going to die by suffocation or angst."
Because of this, she was laughing when a bump signalled they were actually landing. Laguna was buckled up, like they should have been, but Rinoa had somehow skirted around being tucked into the stuffy compartment. Didn't seem like Quistis had wanted to go inside either, so it worked out.
She could tell he was there even before he shifted and the black he always wore stopped looking like a shadow. Then again, Rinoa rarely missed looking at shadows anymore. Of course there was a commotion the instant that Laguna stepped out and made his way from the deck to the ramp--a yellow and brown blur that was Selphie in a cowboy hat nearly knocked her over. But she'd hear about it later, once Selphie came back down to earth.
The first time she was in Esthar, she had gone unwillingly--at least, she certainly hadn't agreed to it. After that time, she'd collapsed into his arms like a damsel and sat on his lap like a princess. This time, she'd gone of her own will, even if she hadn't realized then why she was going at all.
This time, she merely took his hand, like she'd seen her mother do to her father. Like walks around town, the both of them with a hand of hers each, the safest place a small child could be. Rinoa could speak his language of comfort and few words too.
Even if I can feel you every night, it's good to see you in the daylight.
"You look different in red," Squall said. He'd been two footsteps behind her for a month, if only in that freaky strange way that she'd learned was his legacy. Rinoa hadn't erased the problems from before, for him or her, but she had to enjoy that silly kind of eyes-only-for-you way that he was behaving. Well. Until Selphie heard that Laguna would be staying for a while. Very few people alive could make a sound of excitement quite like that.
Squall gave that look. "I suppose you have an explanation."
She smiled in that way she used to just before asking for a moomba or something equally crazy from her father. "I have a few ideas I'd like to talk about once we're settled."
He just shrugged. Politics and family business would happen later. For now they were just a boy and a girl holding hands, the pressure of his letting her know that no matter how connected they were otherwise, he really was the type that just wanted something he could touch.
Rinoa could live with being tangible.
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Though, Rin most not have read much from the young adult section on princesses.