RESIDENTS
You know the drill. I don't own these characters. Square do, I think...
**I changed the summary line for this fic to "Don't bother to read this" cos whenever there's a summary like that people always read it.**
Residents
The sapphire blue eyes were clouded with an unreadable expression - hope, compassion and pity all blended into an exotic, deadly, and refreshing cocktail. They were the eyes that no-one ever gazed into, nobody ever took the time to read, nobody ever - noticed. Someone would have to notice. And now was the perfect time.
The figure, silhouetted against the door, shifted and looked down at the thin layer of dust on the floor. Never been seen in that way before. Never been loved, never been cared for, not that way. Not that way. When was the last time those lips had met anothers? Never before.
The golden strands of hair wisped into the sapphire eyes and a slender hand reached up to push the lock behind a perfectly formed ear. So perfectly formed, so beautiful, yet brushed aside, never heeded. She had loved before, only to be rejected. She loved again now, and she had the perfect opportunity to show her love. First she had felt pity, then compassion, then hope in the name of love. Was she too late?
That love she had held before, the love that still was resident in her heart, in that furthermost nook, the place she never let herself delve into. It hurt too much, far too much... She had to find love, no, she had love already. But was it returned? That "maternal" instinct she had thought was love, it was love, she had just never let herself think it out loud. She had overruled it, fallen in love with another. Rejected. Another rejection. She would not be rejected again.
She gazed at the sleeping figure in the bed, the jagged brown hair streaking across the pillow. The thought of returning to time compression had worried him immensely. There were tear stains on his face, things she had never seen before. He was doing it for Rinoa.
At the mention of the name, a pang of an unknown feeling shot through her heart. He didn't really love her, did he? He - he -
He did love her, and she knew it. But why her? What did Rinoa have that she didnt have? Another pang shot through her, and she knew what the pang was this time.
Jealousy. And perhaps -
regret.
Almost involuntarily, and almost against her will, she felt herself being transported back to that moment, the moment of her final rejection...
***
"Seifer?"
There was a gentle knock on the door and the sound of a soft shuffling as the slender blonde bent to put her eye to the keyhole.
"Seifer!"
The tall, well-built male struggled out of bed, a half-smile spreading across his lips. He ran a hand roughly through his layered hair and tiptoed as softly as he could to the door and turned the key in the lock. With a soft click, the door swung open.
"Darling!"
She uttered it in a whisper, so as not to be heard, and threw herself into his arms. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. When the kiss ended, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, whispering, "I wish we didn't have to hide."
"Quisty - "
Quistis pulled back slightly and looped her arms around his neck, planting featherlight kisses up the curve of his neck to his jawbone.
"Why can't we come out? Why do we have to keep our relationship a secret, Seifer?"
The look in Seifer's eyes was clouded with worry, an abrupt change from the look of complete control he always wore. Quistis had managed to lodge herself in his heart in a way no one had in a long, long time. But -
Quistis widened her blue eyes questioningly, sliding her hands down Seifer's back.
"We love eachother, right? We wanna spend the rest of our lives together, right?"
Her beautiful rosebud mouth was slightly parted, willing him closer. He had to resist her -
"We can't spend the rest of our relationship in secret, Seifer. We have to come out..."
She raised her face to his and kissed him again. But he was different tonight; not the passionate man he usually was. That loving, caring look in his eyes was misted, that look that made her feel as if she was the most special person in the world was gone.
Quistis disentangled herself from Seifer's unresisting embrace. "What's wrong, Seif?"
"Quisty - I have to tell you something. It's - it's not good."
Quistis narrowed her blue eyes. What was he trying to tell her? She could feel her cheeks glowing. "What is it, Seifer?"
"Quisty - I don't think we should be together anymore."
The words sliced through Quistis' heart like a sharp lance, splitting her very soul into pieces. How could he do this to her? He had loved her, had those wonderful moments, the beautiful kisses, the romantic words, meant nothing to him? She had thought he was the one. The one she would marry. Spend the rest of her life with. Why? Why?
"Why?"
Her voice was broken, quiet. "Am I not good enough? Was it not good enough for you, Seifer?"
"I'm - I'm in love with - "
***
In love with. What did those words mean? She remembered him saying them as clearly as if it were yesterday. She would never have thought it. Seifer, in love with that woman? She hadn't believed it when he had said it. But she remembered turning away while the stupid, baby tears overcame her. Why was life not fair, why had he not loved her the way he had loved -
***
He'd said it. The tears spilled down Quistis' cheeks as she stared at Seifer, her love, not quite believing it. Seifer turned and walked quietly from the room, leaving the slim blonde with the tears flowing down her cheeks and no-one to stop them.
***
Quistis looked at Squall in his bed. Images of Rinoa, Seifer, flashed through her mind. She walked to the side of Squall's bed. She stopped for a moment, tracing a slender finger along his cheekbones, the chiseled contours of his face. She leant down, and shook him awake.
Did it suck bad? Review please, my review ratio is getting worse, and worse, and worse.
You know the drill. I don't own these characters. Square do, I think...
**I changed the summary line for this fic to "Don't bother to read this" cos whenever there's a summary like that people always read it.**
Residents
The sapphire blue eyes were clouded with an unreadable expression - hope, compassion and pity all blended into an exotic, deadly, and refreshing cocktail. They were the eyes that no-one ever gazed into, nobody ever took the time to read, nobody ever - noticed. Someone would have to notice. And now was the perfect time.
The figure, silhouetted against the door, shifted and looked down at the thin layer of dust on the floor. Never been seen in that way before. Never been loved, never been cared for, not that way. Not that way. When was the last time those lips had met anothers? Never before.
The golden strands of hair wisped into the sapphire eyes and a slender hand reached up to push the lock behind a perfectly formed ear. So perfectly formed, so beautiful, yet brushed aside, never heeded. She had loved before, only to be rejected. She loved again now, and she had the perfect opportunity to show her love. First she had felt pity, then compassion, then hope in the name of love. Was she too late?
That love she had held before, the love that still was resident in her heart, in that furthermost nook, the place she never let herself delve into. It hurt too much, far too much... She had to find love, no, she had love already. But was it returned? That "maternal" instinct she had thought was love, it was love, she had just never let herself think it out loud. She had overruled it, fallen in love with another. Rejected. Another rejection. She would not be rejected again.
She gazed at the sleeping figure in the bed, the jagged brown hair streaking across the pillow. The thought of returning to time compression had worried him immensely. There were tear stains on his face, things she had never seen before. He was doing it for Rinoa.
At the mention of the name, a pang of an unknown feeling shot through her heart. He didn't really love her, did he? He - he -
He did love her, and she knew it. But why her? What did Rinoa have that she didnt have? Another pang shot through her, and she knew what the pang was this time.
Jealousy. And perhaps -
regret.
Almost involuntarily, and almost against her will, she felt herself being transported back to that moment, the moment of her final rejection...
***
"Seifer?"
There was a gentle knock on the door and the sound of a soft shuffling as the slender blonde bent to put her eye to the keyhole.
"Seifer!"
The tall, well-built male struggled out of bed, a half-smile spreading across his lips. He ran a hand roughly through his layered hair and tiptoed as softly as he could to the door and turned the key in the lock. With a soft click, the door swung open.
"Darling!"
She uttered it in a whisper, so as not to be heard, and threw herself into his arms. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. When the kiss ended, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, whispering, "I wish we didn't have to hide."
"Quisty - "
Quistis pulled back slightly and looped her arms around his neck, planting featherlight kisses up the curve of his neck to his jawbone.
"Why can't we come out? Why do we have to keep our relationship a secret, Seifer?"
The look in Seifer's eyes was clouded with worry, an abrupt change from the look of complete control he always wore. Quistis had managed to lodge herself in his heart in a way no one had in a long, long time. But -
Quistis widened her blue eyes questioningly, sliding her hands down Seifer's back.
"We love eachother, right? We wanna spend the rest of our lives together, right?"
Her beautiful rosebud mouth was slightly parted, willing him closer. He had to resist her -
"We can't spend the rest of our relationship in secret, Seifer. We have to come out..."
She raised her face to his and kissed him again. But he was different tonight; not the passionate man he usually was. That loving, caring look in his eyes was misted, that look that made her feel as if she was the most special person in the world was gone.
Quistis disentangled herself from Seifer's unresisting embrace. "What's wrong, Seif?"
"Quisty - I have to tell you something. It's - it's not good."
Quistis narrowed her blue eyes. What was he trying to tell her? She could feel her cheeks glowing. "What is it, Seifer?"
"Quisty - I don't think we should be together anymore."
The words sliced through Quistis' heart like a sharp lance, splitting her very soul into pieces. How could he do this to her? He had loved her, had those wonderful moments, the beautiful kisses, the romantic words, meant nothing to him? She had thought he was the one. The one she would marry. Spend the rest of her life with. Why? Why?
"Why?"
Her voice was broken, quiet. "Am I not good enough? Was it not good enough for you, Seifer?"
"I'm - I'm in love with - "
***
In love with. What did those words mean? She remembered him saying them as clearly as if it were yesterday. She would never have thought it. Seifer, in love with that woman? She hadn't believed it when he had said it. But she remembered turning away while the stupid, baby tears overcame her. Why was life not fair, why had he not loved her the way he had loved -
***
He'd said it. The tears spilled down Quistis' cheeks as she stared at Seifer, her love, not quite believing it. Seifer turned and walked quietly from the room, leaving the slim blonde with the tears flowing down her cheeks and no-one to stop them.
***
Quistis looked at Squall in his bed. Images of Rinoa, Seifer, flashed through her mind. She walked to the side of Squall's bed. She stopped for a moment, tracing a slender finger along his cheekbones, the chiseled contours of his face. She leant down, and shook him awake.
Did it suck bad? Review please, my review ratio is getting worse, and worse, and worse.