A/N: The entire arc is being written for the Livejournal community, "fatedchildren." The challenges I picked were that I had to write one thing for each prompt (there are a hundred), and that all the prompts had to connect in an arc. Will mostly be drabbles, and pretty much runs the gamut ratings-wise. You have been warned. Enjoy!
Battle Scars
1. Destiny
There's an awkward moment between them, and Quistis already begins to think that it's wrong, all wrong, but suddenly Irvine has his arms around her waist and his mouth against hers–
She shoves her hands against his chest and pushes him back. "What are we doing?"
Irvine looks at her with something like confusion in his eyes; his heart's pounding against his chest and he doesn't want to admit to her that he doesn't know, that he can't let her go because something in him will just...stop.
"Irvine..."
Quistis reaches up with a tentative hand and presses her palm against the curve of his cheek, and he leans into her touch with a half sigh and a hope to anyone who listens that he won't fuck this up. He doesn't know how they got here.
He doesn't think he wants to.