Reflection (Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Rinoa, PG)
Title: Reflection
Author/Artist: jessicamariek
Rating: PG for non-explicit mention of sex
Warnings: ...does one still warn for spoilers for a 14 year old game?
Word count: 530
Summary: She'd always been good at surprising him.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Squall: warrior princess - Killer angels
A/N: Apologies for the lateness - this was due yesterday but work called me in early. Also, it went a little weird off the prompt. Hope you like it anyway, prompter!
If someone had told him, that first day in Timber, how she’d turn out, he’d have been waiting for a punchline.
If someone had told him as he watched Quistis drill her on the different types of magic - the basic stuff he’d had memorized since the age of thirteen, the beginnings of beginnings - that she’d eventually be the one wielding spells as easily as she breathed, mixing and blending them the way Selphie did chemicals to make explosives, he’d have thought that person was either drunk or insane.
If someone had told him, the night of the SeeD ball, that the pretty girl in the white dress would not only come back to him, but that she’d systematically knock down every single one of his emotional defenses, convince him that feeling wasn’t a weakness, effortlessly weaving her way into his heart - that she’d eventually become the most important thing in the world to him…
But then again, Rinoa’s always been good at surprising him.
Now, as they pause a moment before entering Ultimecia’s chambers, he looked over at her. She stood only a few feet away, carefully adjusting one of the straps on her blaster. Not for the first time, he noticed just how much she had changed from the girl he’d met so many weeks ago. She wasn’t tight and wiry like Selphie, or long and lean like Quistis, but she’d definitely put on muscle since they’d started out - fine, delicate lines in her arms and legs shifting as she moved. Her deep brown eyes were serious now, more focused than he would have expected possible when they’d first met. The angel wings printed on her vest now seemed like a subtle warning to anything that should cross her, and Selphie had already deemed her Sorceress form an angel of death. Squall wasn’t about to admit it, but he found her irresistible that way - all deadly grace and unspeakable power harnessed in the delicate form of a young woman, with light glinting off the silvered edges of white feathers and the sharp, inhuman gleam in her eyes.
She’d told him once that one of the odder things about her new powers was the ability to feel people watching her. Apparently she hadn’t been lying about that much - she looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a question in her eyes. He didn’t think she could read his mind yet - didn’t think she could tell how his thoughts shifted to the memory of her mouth hot and open beneath his and her hands in his hair, the feel her of her skin everywhere they touched and her legs locked around his waist, the hot clenching of her body around him and the way she said his name… The wicked little edge to her smile made him wonder if she really can read him that easily, or if she was thinking the same things he was. He nodded and smiled slightly - the gesture still felt somehow alien - took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
If someone had told him who she’d turn into, he never would have believed it. But she’d always been good at surprising him.
Author/Artist: jessicamariek
Rating: PG for non-explicit mention of sex
Warnings: ...does one still warn for spoilers for a 14 year old game?
Word count: 530
Summary: She'd always been good at surprising him.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Squall: warrior princess - Killer angels
A/N: Apologies for the lateness - this was due yesterday but work called me in early. Also, it went a little weird off the prompt. Hope you like it anyway, prompter!
If someone had told him, that first day in Timber, how she’d turn out, he’d have been waiting for a punchline.
If someone had told him as he watched Quistis drill her on the different types of magic - the basic stuff he’d had memorized since the age of thirteen, the beginnings of beginnings - that she’d eventually be the one wielding spells as easily as she breathed, mixing and blending them the way Selphie did chemicals to make explosives, he’d have thought that person was either drunk or insane.
If someone had told him, the night of the SeeD ball, that the pretty girl in the white dress would not only come back to him, but that she’d systematically knock down every single one of his emotional defenses, convince him that feeling wasn’t a weakness, effortlessly weaving her way into his heart - that she’d eventually become the most important thing in the world to him…
But then again, Rinoa’s always been good at surprising him.
Now, as they pause a moment before entering Ultimecia’s chambers, he looked over at her. She stood only a few feet away, carefully adjusting one of the straps on her blaster. Not for the first time, he noticed just how much she had changed from the girl he’d met so many weeks ago. She wasn’t tight and wiry like Selphie, or long and lean like Quistis, but she’d definitely put on muscle since they’d started out - fine, delicate lines in her arms and legs shifting as she moved. Her deep brown eyes were serious now, more focused than he would have expected possible when they’d first met. The angel wings printed on her vest now seemed like a subtle warning to anything that should cross her, and Selphie had already deemed her Sorceress form an angel of death. Squall wasn’t about to admit it, but he found her irresistible that way - all deadly grace and unspeakable power harnessed in the delicate form of a young woman, with light glinting off the silvered edges of white feathers and the sharp, inhuman gleam in her eyes.
She’d told him once that one of the odder things about her new powers was the ability to feel people watching her. Apparently she hadn’t been lying about that much - she looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a question in her eyes. He didn’t think she could read his mind yet - didn’t think she could tell how his thoughts shifted to the memory of her mouth hot and open beneath his and her hands in his hair, the feel her of her skin everywhere they touched and her legs locked around his waist, the hot clenching of her body around him and the way she said his name… The wicked little edge to her smile made him wonder if she really can read him that easily, or if she was thinking the same things he was. He nodded and smiled slightly - the gesture still felt somehow alien - took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
If someone had told him who she’d turn into, he never would have believed it. But she’d always been good at surprising him.