Mass Destruction [Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis Trepe/Selphie Tilmitt/Rinoa Heartilly]
Author: girlshy
Title: Mass Destruction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Threesome: Quistis Trepe/Selphie Tilmitt/Rinoa Heartilly
Rating: U
Word Count: 249
Challenge: #16 Weapon
Link: fanfic.net
x-posted to drabble_a_trois
She used her innocence like a weapon, Quistis reflected, watching pools of sunlight on the stone floor. Shafts of winter light moved through the ruins of Trabia.
She didn’t think anyone else knew the manner in which she used her gifts, didn’t think anyone else knew that wide eyed expressiveness and its short-cut invitation to events behind closed doors, but Quistis knew and it infuriated her no end.
The light that had drifted in through the empty arches of the windows caught the paleness of her shoulders. Quistis’ eyes narrowed critically as she watched Selphie turn at the touch of those fingers on her pale shoulders and fall willingly into the embrace of the other girl. The pathos in the air was almost palpable.
She felt a tiny stab of jealousy, of uncertainty and dislocation. She had grown up with Selphie; sure enough she hadn’t remembered the details of their shared upbringing until recently but none the less, she had grown up with her and as such the burden of any pathos generated by such an event as the destruction of Trabia was surely her weight to bear.
Yet here was Rinoa, an angel amongst the illumination of the sun and the snow of the distant continent.
Even if Selphie didn’t know it, she was now the target of the softest of weapons, a weapon far more lethal than Quistis commanded.
Rinoa lifted her head and smiled sweetly in her direction. Quietly, Quistis began to plot a disarmament programme.
Title: Mass Destruction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Threesome: Quistis Trepe/Selphie Tilmitt/Rinoa Heartilly
Rating: U
Word Count: 249
Challenge: #16 Weapon
Link: fanfic.net
x-posted to drabble_a_trois
She used her innocence like a weapon, Quistis reflected, watching pools of sunlight on the stone floor. Shafts of winter light moved through the ruins of Trabia.
She didn’t think anyone else knew the manner in which she used her gifts, didn’t think anyone else knew that wide eyed expressiveness and its short-cut invitation to events behind closed doors, but Quistis knew and it infuriated her no end.
The light that had drifted in through the empty arches of the windows caught the paleness of her shoulders. Quistis’ eyes narrowed critically as she watched Selphie turn at the touch of those fingers on her pale shoulders and fall willingly into the embrace of the other girl. The pathos in the air was almost palpable.
She felt a tiny stab of jealousy, of uncertainty and dislocation. She had grown up with Selphie; sure enough she hadn’t remembered the details of their shared upbringing until recently but none the less, she had grown up with her and as such the burden of any pathos generated by such an event as the destruction of Trabia was surely her weight to bear.
Yet here was Rinoa, an angel amongst the illumination of the sun and the snow of the distant continent.
Even if Selphie didn’t know it, she was now the target of the softest of weapons, a weapon far more lethal than Quistis commanded.
Rinoa lifted her head and smiled sweetly in her direction. Quietly, Quistis began to plot a disarmament programme.