Cold
Fandom: FFVIII
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Prompt: Wind
Words: 500
Rating: R, for suggested violence, though sadly, no sex.
She had worn his coat for six days and she was beginning to stink.
Quistis knew it had been six days exactly, because the tower bells were still singing of the traitor's death and she had counted every chime.
Tower bells seemed to sound better from sidewalk cafe tables, so she sat and watched while she listened. Had it not been for the breeze choking the alley, she might have never been able to detect the scent of decay on that coat, but Fujin walked by and she could smell everything about her.
"Want some coffee?"
Fujin jumped and Quistis wondered if she should feel pity for her. The holes in that coat were stiff with blood. One seemed almost green, as if Seifer's belly might have been pierced by a determined Trabian bullet and the wound was happy to whisper of what the prisoner had for his last breakfast.
"Coffee. You know, caffeinated liquid. Comes in a cup."
"NO."
Quistis shrugged and sipped her Dolletian espresso. It was excellent, black and biting and strong, just the thing to slice the chill of the Trabian wind to whimpering shreds.
"It's very cold this morning."
"YES."
"This coffee would warm you right up. I'm buying, so why don't you try some? It's very good."
Fujin shook her head and burrowed deeper into her coat.
Defiant.
Cold and wearing the stinking coat of a trapped beast, Fujin leaned into the wind and dared it to blow harder. A final 'fuck you' to Pandemona and a final tribute to her fallen hero.
Quistis watched her and thought she was beautiful.
"Were you there?"
Fujin didn't need to ask where.
"How did you manage to get his..."
"MINE."
Quistis glanced over to the neighboring table and the happy couple staring at the odd girl with the patch and the gray coat. She wondered if they even noticed that her coat was covered in blood and bile. Could they even fucking recognize anything besides the stain of low-fat latte on khaki?
"Why is it yours?"
Fujin swallowed hard and Quistis noticed the bone-white line of salt on her eyepatch. She was jealous. It had been years since she had cried, years since she had remembered what it was like to be human. Fujin had one eye and had still managed to cry for her friend.
Quistis had just gone for another coffee.
"You know, we took the SeeD exam together, back when we were kids."
"NO."
"Oh, but we did. Seifer was there when I first...when I first..."
Dust and ice blew around Fujin's ankles as she watched Quistis stir her empty coffee. She had heard that story many times, how Seifer held Quistis when she killed her first soldier and how he cried to see her weep.
She looked down at her coat, then removed it and covered Quistis' shoulders.
"WINDY."
Quistis smiled and let Fujin lead her away from the coffee shop. It was too cold to sit outside and listen to bells.
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Prompt: Wind
Words: 500
Rating: R, for suggested violence, though sadly, no sex.
She had worn his coat for six days and she was beginning to stink.
Quistis knew it had been six days exactly, because the tower bells were still singing of the traitor's death and she had counted every chime.
Tower bells seemed to sound better from sidewalk cafe tables, so she sat and watched while she listened. Had it not been for the breeze choking the alley, she might have never been able to detect the scent of decay on that coat, but Fujin walked by and she could smell everything about her.
"Want some coffee?"
Fujin jumped and Quistis wondered if she should feel pity for her. The holes in that coat were stiff with blood. One seemed almost green, as if Seifer's belly might have been pierced by a determined Trabian bullet and the wound was happy to whisper of what the prisoner had for his last breakfast.
"Coffee. You know, caffeinated liquid. Comes in a cup."
"NO."
Quistis shrugged and sipped her Dolletian espresso. It was excellent, black and biting and strong, just the thing to slice the chill of the Trabian wind to whimpering shreds.
"It's very cold this morning."
"YES."
"This coffee would warm you right up. I'm buying, so why don't you try some? It's very good."
Fujin shook her head and burrowed deeper into her coat.
Defiant.
Cold and wearing the stinking coat of a trapped beast, Fujin leaned into the wind and dared it to blow harder. A final 'fuck you' to Pandemona and a final tribute to her fallen hero.
Quistis watched her and thought she was beautiful.
"Were you there?"
Fujin didn't need to ask where.
"How did you manage to get his..."
"MINE."
Quistis glanced over to the neighboring table and the happy couple staring at the odd girl with the patch and the gray coat. She wondered if they even noticed that her coat was covered in blood and bile. Could they even fucking recognize anything besides the stain of low-fat latte on khaki?
"Why is it yours?"
Fujin swallowed hard and Quistis noticed the bone-white line of salt on her eyepatch. She was jealous. It had been years since she had cried, years since she had remembered what it was like to be human. Fujin had one eye and had still managed to cry for her friend.
Quistis had just gone for another coffee.
"You know, we took the SeeD exam together, back when we were kids."
"NO."
"Oh, but we did. Seifer was there when I first...when I first..."
Dust and ice blew around Fujin's ankles as she watched Quistis stir her empty coffee. She had heard that story many times, how Seifer held Quistis when she killed her first soldier and how he cried to see her weep.
She looked down at her coat, then removed it and covered Quistis' shoulders.
"WINDY."
Quistis smiled and let Fujin lead her away from the coffee shop. It was too cold to sit outside and listen to bells.