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Title: War Bride
Fandom: FFVIII
Characters: Quistis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: It's strange how saving the world was supposed to be the hard part.
She doesn't quite know what to think of him anymore, so she says the first thing that comes to mind: "Congratulations."
He looks at her, looks like he doesn't care, like he doesn't want her there even though they saved the fucking world together. "Thanks."
It doesn't matter that she's patched him up, seen his half a dozen scars--probably more now. Battle Boy.
Maybe she'll call him that from now on. He would say '...Whatever' just like he always does, because he doesn't have much of a vocabulary. Never has. She's amazed sometimes that he actually managed to turn in papers longer than a paragraph. Maybe Rinoa will teach him to grow up.
"What are you going to do now?"
He doesn't know. He barely knows how to form a coherent sentence. It's going to take a lot more than some brunette in a skimpy costume to make him grow up. Rinoa has the IQ of a brick as far as Quistis is concerned. "I don't know."
Right again. She hates being right. Of course, if she were wrong more often, she wouldn't be here, out of a job while her greatest achievement gains top honors and the run of Garden and her greatest failure is dead somewhere in time. Maybe she'll quit. Move out west somewhere.
She's pretty sure west is nice this time of year.
There's the waiter, with another tray and so she downs another glass of champagne. The room is looking a little weird. Quistis wipes a bit of bubbly from her lips and ignores the reporters who want to ask her all the important questions.
Squall is gone, leaving her to this media frenzy. Asshole.
She spies Irvine just as Selphie slides her arm into his and they disappear off into a corner somewhere.
Cid tells her she should take a breather, take some vacation time. She smiles and nods and says that yeah, maybe she will.
Maybe she won't come back. She's saved the damn universe, she deserves a break.
Hyne, I'm starting to sound like Seifer.
Doesn't matter. He's dead.
There's an awkward pause, and then Cid makes his excuses and leaves. Quistis stabs a toothpick into a hunk of cheese and nibbles at it absently. Seifer's dead.
Funny, she expects her heart to stop, but it doesn't, just beats on.
She's not even sure if she really cares anymore. After all, she's a SeeD; they probably weren't even supposed to come back alive, and now that they're here, no one is really sure what to do with them.
Strange how that works, isn't it? Save world, feel awkward at party. Interesting how the "saving the world" bit's supposed to be the hard part, isn't it?
Now you're just getting drunk.
She drops her glass into a trash can at a well-timed swell in the music. It covers the breaking glass, and Quistis leaves. No one comes chasing after her. It's Squall's party, after all.
She just helped him win the war.
Fandom: FFVIII
Characters: Quistis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: It's strange how saving the world was supposed to be the hard part.
She doesn't quite know what to think of him anymore, so she says the first thing that comes to mind: "Congratulations."
He looks at her, looks like he doesn't care, like he doesn't want her there even though they saved the fucking world together. "Thanks."
It doesn't matter that she's patched him up, seen his half a dozen scars--probably more now. Battle Boy.
Maybe she'll call him that from now on. He would say '...Whatever' just like he always does, because he doesn't have much of a vocabulary. Never has. She's amazed sometimes that he actually managed to turn in papers longer than a paragraph. Maybe Rinoa will teach him to grow up.
"What are you going to do now?"
He doesn't know. He barely knows how to form a coherent sentence. It's going to take a lot more than some brunette in a skimpy costume to make him grow up. Rinoa has the IQ of a brick as far as Quistis is concerned. "I don't know."
Right again. She hates being right. Of course, if she were wrong more often, she wouldn't be here, out of a job while her greatest achievement gains top honors and the run of Garden and her greatest failure is dead somewhere in time. Maybe she'll quit. Move out west somewhere.
She's pretty sure west is nice this time of year.
There's the waiter, with another tray and so she downs another glass of champagne. The room is looking a little weird. Quistis wipes a bit of bubbly from her lips and ignores the reporters who want to ask her all the important questions.
Squall is gone, leaving her to this media frenzy. Asshole.
She spies Irvine just as Selphie slides her arm into his and they disappear off into a corner somewhere.
Cid tells her she should take a breather, take some vacation time. She smiles and nods and says that yeah, maybe she will.
Maybe she won't come back. She's saved the damn universe, she deserves a break.
Hyne, I'm starting to sound like Seifer.
Doesn't matter. He's dead.
There's an awkward pause, and then Cid makes his excuses and leaves. Quistis stabs a toothpick into a hunk of cheese and nibbles at it absently. Seifer's dead.
Funny, she expects her heart to stop, but it doesn't, just beats on.
She's not even sure if she really cares anymore. After all, she's a SeeD; they probably weren't even supposed to come back alive, and now that they're here, no one is really sure what to do with them.
Strange how that works, isn't it? Save world, feel awkward at party. Interesting how the "saving the world" bit's supposed to be the hard part, isn't it?
Now you're just getting drunk.
She drops her glass into a trash can at a well-timed swell in the music. It covers the breaking glass, and Quistis leaves. No one comes chasing after her. It's Squall's party, after all.
She just helped him win the war.