Truths? : Chapter Nine:
They'd never made it to the training center. After getting the girls from the library, Irvine had cast a sleeping spell on Quistis. He'd seen her sway as soon as she stood up and the unsteady gait to her walk. She wouldn't make in the center. Not without food and rest.
She was cradled against him now, as Selphie and Zell both blinked.
"She needs ta sleep."
Zell just shrugged, but Selphie's face held a sort of wistful smile. She'd long suspected, but wasn't sure 'til now. As close as they were.... It was love of siblings that had bound them. Zell glanced from Quistis to Selphie, then scratched the back of his head.
"Ya wanna get something to eat instead of training?"
"Sure."
They walked Irvine back to the dorms, and Selphie had keyed in Quistis' code for Irvine. He smiled his thanks, and as the door slid shut behind him, Selphie turned to Zell.
"The Trepies are gonna kill him."
Zell started laughing.
Seifer had slipped away when Ellone had gone to get something to eat. She had a feeling he returned to his room, so she'd follow. She had something that she needed to know.
The room had lapsed into an uneasy silence after Squall's question to Zack. The dark haired man sighed, then ran a hand through his hair, causing his bangs to stick up even further.
"Tell me, Squall... You believe in magic?"
He nodded. Although they controlled para-magic - it was still magic.
"Then, there is your answer."
"Magic?" Squall repeated, a bit scornfully.
When Quistis awoke, it was to feel an unfamiliar weight draped around her. She was pressed against something warm, something... breathing...
She cracked open an eye, then blinked heavily when she saw whom she was pulled against. Irvine had locked his arms round her waist, as trying to keep her safe from something.
Mahogany colored strands fell in haphazard display around his face, and as he shifted slightly, a few bangs tickled the tip of his nose. He murmured something, but didn't move his hand to brush away the strands that were bothering him. She reached up, slowly, as to not disturb him, then carefully tucked the silken tendrils behind his ear. As she was drawing he hand back down, she found herself giving into an urge to brush the pad of her thumb against the curve of his lower lip.
She'd knew that Irvine had a softer side, considering he'd be the one to hold her the day after Squall's disappearance. He'd found her down at the shore's edge, curled up into a ball, still shaking although she'd run out of tears. Irvine was the only one who told her he knew how she still felt about Squall. That she had lied while they were at Trabia. He said he understood why though, sacrificing one's happiness for another, and the longing of a love not returned.
"Don't make me start havin' the wrong ideas, Quisty...."
Ellone made her way towards Seifer's room, pausing in the hallway. She tightened her shawl, as though it were armor. It was a nervous habit, something she did before having to deal with something she was either afraid of or worried about. Right now, she wasn't sure where she stood with Seifer. But he knew more then he was letting on, but she didn't know how.
A light drumbeat could be heard behind the steel door, so he was inside. She knocked, then waited. Knocked again, a bit louder. Just as she was about to knock again, the door slid open, and she stepped inside.
Seifer was reclining on the couch, jacket and boots thrown onto the floor next to him. He'd mostly undone the buttons on his vest, and trouser clad legs were crossed at the ankle, resting on the far end of the couch. His eyes were closed, the lamplight turning his hair a deep aureate color. The music was familiar, haunting. She didn't understand the words, but she could hear Seifer singing, his voice a mere whispers above the true singers.
"Vattnet kommer att vara din enda spegel... Men först när ytan är som glas kan du se..."
For a moment, she saw the glimmer of verdant as his eyes opened, before they were veiled behind black lashes again.
"Hur många sagor du har kvar... Du kommer att vädja om befrielse..."
A brief pause, as the drums changed, and the tension in the room thickened.
"What is it, Ellone?"
"Seifer.... I want to ask you something...."
He reminded her of a golden panther, stretched out as he was. But not a lazy cat, no.... He was coiled, ready to spring, though he looked relaxed to the untrained eye. Ellone remembered the boy he was, but was unsure of the man before her now.
"How I know so much?", a derisive snort followed his words.
"Yes...."
"I am a part of them both Ellone, as they are a part of me. I can give you the answers you seek...."
He turned to face her again, and she took a slight step back. His eyes were no longer green; instead they held angry amber sparks.
"But do you really wish to know? Or even ask the questions?"
"Yes, Magic." Zack repeated, undaunted by Squall's scowl. He'd dealt with worse, and with those who could throw far better sulks then he was able.
"You said that believed in it, why is so hard to think that it brought you here?"
"It didn't bring me here." Squall snapped. "Griever did."
Neither of them had heard Sephiroth open the door, he'd been watching them for a few seconds.
"Well, isn't Griever magic?"
He asked, setting down a small tray he had carried in.
"Apparently not." Zack replied, reaching over to snag an apple. Sephiroth swatted his hand away, then wagged a finger at him, explaining that it was for Squall.
Squall sighed and turned away, remembering when he and Seifer had joked around like that. It seemed so long ago, yet it truly hadn't been.
Notes: Don't own anyone. : Sigh: Hey, this one got up to three pages! Woo-hoo. ^_~
Song used : Alter Mann - Rammstein. Here's the English version of the lyrics:
The water will be your only mirror
But only when the surface is like glass you can see
How many fairytales you have left
You will beg for your relief
They'd never made it to the training center. After getting the girls from the library, Irvine had cast a sleeping spell on Quistis. He'd seen her sway as soon as she stood up and the unsteady gait to her walk. She wouldn't make in the center. Not without food and rest.
She was cradled against him now, as Selphie and Zell both blinked.
"She needs ta sleep."
Zell just shrugged, but Selphie's face held a sort of wistful smile. She'd long suspected, but wasn't sure 'til now. As close as they were.... It was love of siblings that had bound them. Zell glanced from Quistis to Selphie, then scratched the back of his head.
"Ya wanna get something to eat instead of training?"
"Sure."
They walked Irvine back to the dorms, and Selphie had keyed in Quistis' code for Irvine. He smiled his thanks, and as the door slid shut behind him, Selphie turned to Zell.
"The Trepies are gonna kill him."
Zell started laughing.
Seifer had slipped away when Ellone had gone to get something to eat. She had a feeling he returned to his room, so she'd follow. She had something that she needed to know.
The room had lapsed into an uneasy silence after Squall's question to Zack. The dark haired man sighed, then ran a hand through his hair, causing his bangs to stick up even further.
"Tell me, Squall... You believe in magic?"
He nodded. Although they controlled para-magic - it was still magic.
"Then, there is your answer."
"Magic?" Squall repeated, a bit scornfully.
When Quistis awoke, it was to feel an unfamiliar weight draped around her. She was pressed against something warm, something... breathing...
She cracked open an eye, then blinked heavily when she saw whom she was pulled against. Irvine had locked his arms round her waist, as trying to keep her safe from something.
Mahogany colored strands fell in haphazard display around his face, and as he shifted slightly, a few bangs tickled the tip of his nose. He murmured something, but didn't move his hand to brush away the strands that were bothering him. She reached up, slowly, as to not disturb him, then carefully tucked the silken tendrils behind his ear. As she was drawing he hand back down, she found herself giving into an urge to brush the pad of her thumb against the curve of his lower lip.
She'd knew that Irvine had a softer side, considering he'd be the one to hold her the day after Squall's disappearance. He'd found her down at the shore's edge, curled up into a ball, still shaking although she'd run out of tears. Irvine was the only one who told her he knew how she still felt about Squall. That she had lied while they were at Trabia. He said he understood why though, sacrificing one's happiness for another, and the longing of a love not returned.
"Don't make me start havin' the wrong ideas, Quisty...."
Ellone made her way towards Seifer's room, pausing in the hallway. She tightened her shawl, as though it were armor. It was a nervous habit, something she did before having to deal with something she was either afraid of or worried about. Right now, she wasn't sure where she stood with Seifer. But he knew more then he was letting on, but she didn't know how.
A light drumbeat could be heard behind the steel door, so he was inside. She knocked, then waited. Knocked again, a bit louder. Just as she was about to knock again, the door slid open, and she stepped inside.
Seifer was reclining on the couch, jacket and boots thrown onto the floor next to him. He'd mostly undone the buttons on his vest, and trouser clad legs were crossed at the ankle, resting on the far end of the couch. His eyes were closed, the lamplight turning his hair a deep aureate color. The music was familiar, haunting. She didn't understand the words, but she could hear Seifer singing, his voice a mere whispers above the true singers.
"Vattnet kommer att vara din enda spegel... Men först när ytan är som glas kan du se..."
For a moment, she saw the glimmer of verdant as his eyes opened, before they were veiled behind black lashes again.
"Hur många sagor du har kvar... Du kommer att vädja om befrielse..."
A brief pause, as the drums changed, and the tension in the room thickened.
"What is it, Ellone?"
"Seifer.... I want to ask you something...."
He reminded her of a golden panther, stretched out as he was. But not a lazy cat, no.... He was coiled, ready to spring, though he looked relaxed to the untrained eye. Ellone remembered the boy he was, but was unsure of the man before her now.
"How I know so much?", a derisive snort followed his words.
"Yes...."
"I am a part of them both Ellone, as they are a part of me. I can give you the answers you seek...."
He turned to face her again, and she took a slight step back. His eyes were no longer green; instead they held angry amber sparks.
"But do you really wish to know? Or even ask the questions?"
"Yes, Magic." Zack repeated, undaunted by Squall's scowl. He'd dealt with worse, and with those who could throw far better sulks then he was able.
"You said that believed in it, why is so hard to think that it brought you here?"
"It didn't bring me here." Squall snapped. "Griever did."
Neither of them had heard Sephiroth open the door, he'd been watching them for a few seconds.
"Well, isn't Griever magic?"
He asked, setting down a small tray he had carried in.
"Apparently not." Zack replied, reaching over to snag an apple. Sephiroth swatted his hand away, then wagged a finger at him, explaining that it was for Squall.
Squall sighed and turned away, remembering when he and Seifer had joked around like that. It seemed so long ago, yet it truly hadn't been.
Notes: Don't own anyone. : Sigh: Hey, this one got up to three pages! Woo-hoo. ^_~
Song used : Alter Mann - Rammstein. Here's the English version of the lyrics:
The water will be your only mirror
But only when the surface is like glass you can see
How many fairytales you have left
You will beg for your relief