I don't own the characters of Final Fantasy, yadda. I actually got the idea for this the other day, and when I wrote it down alot of extra details filled themselves in. It's been a while since I last played FF VIII, so if that's not how the doors in the Garden work, my bad. I don't think Squall is the type who cares about little things like bed linen, so it made sense to me he'd just use whatever he was issued for that. I have a big FF VIII/Lunar SSSC crossover planned, I might re-use this later, but for now it's merely an idea the popped into my head I had to write down. ^_^
Comments and critiques welcomed (provided you use a little tact when doing so), particularly to characters being in character.
Before this gets as long as the story, thanks for taking the time to read this. :D
5-23-02 just a note: those who have left reviews, thank you, I much appreciated them, and I'm plotting my next work now, which will be more "standard fic length". :D
And a thank you to my Instructor, for editing and kind words.
"Squall!"
Impatiently thumbing the control to Squall's door, Quistis strode quietly into his quarters. "We need to talk," she said. She noted there was only a single light source in use in the room. Not finding him in the area he used as his living room, Quistis walked to the doorway of the bedroom. In the dim lighting, she saw Squall sleeping on his side, his knees tucked up almost to his chest. She noted the tense muscles around his closed eyes, the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and that he seemed to be shivering on and off. Quistis felt her face soften, the important news she had come here with fading in urgency. She walked around the side of his bed, picking up the SeeD issued bedclothes up from where Squall had no doubt tossed them, and carefully arranged them over her troubled comrade. Sighing, she knelt down to bring herself level with his head. "You can't ignore things forever, Squall..." she said, gently wiping the sheen of sweat off his brow. Feeling the contact of her hand, Squall's eyes clenched even tighter for a moment, then fully relaxed. "Sis...," he mumbled weakly. Quistis stayed a few moments more, gently stroking his forehead, then withdrew, rising smoothly and silently to her feet. On her way out she turned off the one weak light that had been on when she entered, and thumbed the door control. As she walked through the doorway she looked over her shoulder. After another few seconds delay, the door smoothly slid shut. As it did so, she sighed, hoping he would be able to finish his sleep without dreaming again. Then she turned and strode back the way she had come, Squall's sweat drying on her hands.
Comments and critiques welcomed (provided you use a little tact when doing so), particularly to characters being in character.
Before this gets as long as the story, thanks for taking the time to read this. :D
5-23-02 just a note: those who have left reviews, thank you, I much appreciated them, and I'm plotting my next work now, which will be more "standard fic length". :D
And a thank you to my Instructor, for editing and kind words.
"Squall!"
Impatiently thumbing the control to Squall's door, Quistis strode quietly into his quarters. "We need to talk," she said. She noted there was only a single light source in use in the room. Not finding him in the area he used as his living room, Quistis walked to the doorway of the bedroom. In the dim lighting, she saw Squall sleeping on his side, his knees tucked up almost to his chest. She noted the tense muscles around his closed eyes, the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and that he seemed to be shivering on and off. Quistis felt her face soften, the important news she had come here with fading in urgency. She walked around the side of his bed, picking up the SeeD issued bedclothes up from where Squall had no doubt tossed them, and carefully arranged them over her troubled comrade. Sighing, she knelt down to bring herself level with his head. "You can't ignore things forever, Squall..." she said, gently wiping the sheen of sweat off his brow. Feeling the contact of her hand, Squall's eyes clenched even tighter for a moment, then fully relaxed. "Sis...," he mumbled weakly. Quistis stayed a few moments more, gently stroking his forehead, then withdrew, rising smoothly and silently to her feet. On her way out she turned off the one weak light that had been on when she entered, and thumbed the door control. As she walked through the doorway she looked over her shoulder. After another few seconds delay, the door smoothly slid shut. As it did so, she sighed, hoping he would be able to finish his sleep without dreaming again. Then she turned and strode back the way she had come, Squall's sweat drying on her hands.