Like a blazing net stretched out in all directions
Kissing Quistis reminds her of the first time she summoned a Guardian Force.
She remembers all too well the sudden lurch as she was pulled from the battlefield, disassembled and floating in a blister of suspended time. She dreamed in that moment, dreamed of nothing, and could see in three opposing directions at the same time. Lights danced below and around her, like a blazing net prepared to catch her when she jumped, if only she had the courage. It lasted infinitesimally and was over so soon she hadn't the time to catch her breath before her feet crashed back to the ground and in rushed reality.
It is the same with Quistis, except Xu is left disembodied and waiting even after it ends.
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Drabble. Final Fantasy VIII and yuri. Gah. I love Xu and Quistis (or at least how I see them). See tons of potential for a fic from this; so many ideas jumbling around like a ball of yarn in my mind, so many and so quickly I can't separate them from each other and they're just an indignant tangle cluttering up what little space is inside my skull.
Dead Poets Society is a breathtakingly beautiful film. And The Virgin Suicides is deliciously haunting and so adolescent, I can't help but enjoy it.
Summer brings along with it something sultry and dark, and I can't help but fall into a deep depression amongst hot days and lazy promises.
Feel alone and extremely dirty--if I take another shower today, I'm afraid my skin will simply slide off from my flesh and clog on its way down the drain.