A/N: A friend of mine challenged me to write a Vanille/Lightning fanfic a while ago. Thought it was a hilarious idea so I figured I'll humor her. The exact prompt was: "A convo between Lightning/Vanille in the temple-like place's screenshots."
After some further prodding from someone else, here it is on ?
So Cute
They had only been walking for a little while when Vanille suddenly exclaimed, "Waah, it's so pretty!"
She honestly did think the structures that surrounded them were pretty. The stone masonry of the dilapidated area possessed a kind of majesty to them; they practically radiated fantastical stories of untold history.
However, to her dismay, her comment was left unanswered. Lightning ignored her and continued to walk briskly. Vanille observed the slowly departing figure, half-amused by her companion's posture. It was so straightforward, Lightning's movements, and it conveyed the older woman's rather serious personality. While she did admire Lightning's single-minded focus, Vanille thought it was pity that she usually seemed so tense.
"She would be so cute if she smiled too," the shorter girl thought to herself as she tried to imagine the gunblade-wielder doing so. Even though her imagination failed her, Vanille couldn't help giggling to herself as she started walking again. Her footsteps felt lighter; she started to skip.
"Wow, look at that fire!" Vanille said, once again trying to make small talk as they moved closer to the burning section.
The former soldier barely glanced at the fire. She continued walking. Vanille pouted slightly as she glared at Lightning's back, trying her best to entrap the other woman with her gaze. It was then she noticed a dark blob-like thing on Lightning's head.
"Wait!"
Lightning stopped.
"What is it this time?" she replied, her voice laced with irritation.
"There's something on your head," Vanille said innocently. "It looks…kinda like a reaaaally big bug."
That got the older woman's attention. Lightning spun around and stared angrily at her. It was the kind of look that would have frozen a thousand Psicoms hearts and even short circuit all their weaponry; however, Vanille was more focused on what had just floated to the ground to be frightened. She bent down to retrieve it.
"Guess it wasn't! It's just a leaf, probably from the ivy," she commented, twirling the said item with her fingers.
Lightning snatched the offending leaf from Vanille's hand and crushed it with her own. The redhead giggled.
"What's so funny?" When Vanille didn't reply and only walked closer towards her, Lightning tried again, "What are you doing?"
"Are you blushing?" This was said just as Vanille invaded her private space. Lightning met the amused girl's wide, inquisitive gaze with her own unflinching one. She refused to take a step backward. She, after all, was a warrior.
"I am not."
"You are! Is the great Lightning scared of harmless little bugs?"
"Why would I be?"
"You're deflecting. That's so cute! I guess even you can be girly." Vanille noticed how Lightning's hands were twitching. Ignoring her instincts for self-perseveration which screamed for her to run away really, really quickly, the redhead leaned forward until she was standing on the tip of her toes. She then kissed Lightning on the tip of the other woman's nose.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," she whispered as she admired Lightning's shocked expression and how her pale skin turned ever-so slightly more pink to match her hair. Seeing her chance, the playful girl fled.
Because Vanille expected it, she easily danced around the incoming fireball.