FFVIII fic, Quistis/Seifer
Title: Quite a shame
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Seifer
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG
A/N: written for 10_themes
Quite a shame.
For days now he had been hammering away, but he could finally see some progress. During the classes he had received at Balamb about building temporary shelters, he had not paid a whole lot of attention. Something he regretted now.
Fujin and Rajin were probably dying to know where he was.
He was going to tell them, just not yet.
After Fisherman’s Horizon had burned down, he had chosen to go to the Northern Continent. Few people lived at the west and this forest suited him fine. At night he heard the faint sounds of chocobos, but he had never minded them.
He smirked as he put another plank against the foundation and took a few nails from the pile. The chicken wuss had been all too scared of chocobos when they were kids. Seifer had enjoyed making one stick its head through Zell’s open window one morning.
It was nice to slowly remember things like that again. Sometimes he wondered if the sorceress had pushed those memories away, or if it had their Guardian Forces.
Seifer looked at his hut and felt pleased. It wouldn’t protect him from rain yet, but it looked a lot better than it had a few days ago.
He thought of little Quistis, always urging the others to study. Only Squall had listened from time to time, the others had been too playful.
Quistis.
What had she been doing at Fisherman’s Horizon?
He had never expected her to follow up on his invitation. It had only been meant as a joke, to rattle her a little bit, as he used to do when he had still been a kid.
‘Little Quistis’ had grown up a long time ago, but she was still like that little girl, who thought she could save the whole world. At Fisherman’s Horizon, she had struggled even as he had tried to save her, only thinking of that boy. Why had he not left her there? It sure was what she had expected from him.
He smiled at himself. What would she say if she saw this little hut? Would she shake her head and talk about Balamb’s superior facilities? Or would she take a look inside and secretly envy his simple life?
Seifer guessed she was one of those people that was miserable with her life, but would rather stay that way than acknowledge it didn’t work out for her.
Quite a shame.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Seifer
Word Count: 406
Rating: PG
A/N: written for 10_themes
Quite a shame.
For days now he had been hammering away, but he could finally see some progress. During the classes he had received at Balamb about building temporary shelters, he had not paid a whole lot of attention. Something he regretted now.
Fujin and Rajin were probably dying to know where he was.
He was going to tell them, just not yet.
After Fisherman’s Horizon had burned down, he had chosen to go to the Northern Continent. Few people lived at the west and this forest suited him fine. At night he heard the faint sounds of chocobos, but he had never minded them.
He smirked as he put another plank against the foundation and took a few nails from the pile. The chicken wuss had been all too scared of chocobos when they were kids. Seifer had enjoyed making one stick its head through Zell’s open window one morning.
It was nice to slowly remember things like that again. Sometimes he wondered if the sorceress had pushed those memories away, or if it had their Guardian Forces.
Seifer looked at his hut and felt pleased. It wouldn’t protect him from rain yet, but it looked a lot better than it had a few days ago.
He thought of little Quistis, always urging the others to study. Only Squall had listened from time to time, the others had been too playful.
Quistis.
What had she been doing at Fisherman’s Horizon?
He had never expected her to follow up on his invitation. It had only been meant as a joke, to rattle her a little bit, as he used to do when he had still been a kid.
‘Little Quistis’ had grown up a long time ago, but she was still like that little girl, who thought she could save the whole world. At Fisherman’s Horizon, she had struggled even as he had tried to save her, only thinking of that boy. Why had he not left her there? It sure was what she had expected from him.
He smiled at himself. What would she say if she saw this little hut? Would she shake her head and talk about Balamb’s superior facilities? Or would she take a look inside and secretly envy his simple life?
Seifer guessed she was one of those people that was miserable with her life, but would rather stay that way than acknowledge it didn’t work out for her.
Quite a shame.