AN: Some people are just incorrigibly demented, and I happen to be one of them. The
continuity is probably messed up. The facts are probably screwed up. The names have been
changed to protect my right to misspell. Just read it. I apologize in advance.
~~~
"Warped," part three
~~~
"Selphie? Are you awake?"
The whispered words, so close to her ear, were enough to draw her out of the fog at light
speed. She jerked forward, hitting things along the way.
"I'll take that as a 'yes.'" Squall was rubbing the back of his neck in the dark.
Holy crap. She was in bed, and Squall was in bed. A bed. Singular.
"Um...sorry?"
"You could apologize," he offered, shrugging, "Or you could continue kicking my ass.
Whichever." His eyes flashed at her in the dark.
Clothes, she noted. They had clothes on...to a certain extent. Her eyes were too busy
interpreting the darkness to note much of anything else.
"I'm sorry," she said more firmly, trying to take in her surroundings for the first time. This
wasn't Balamb Garden.
"Hey...Are you okay?" She swallowed as he wrapped his arms around her from behind,
sounding and feeling so...concerned.. His hands met and folded over her stomach, pulling her
close. "You weren't having those dreams again, were you?" His lips were on her throat as he
waited for her answer, distracting...
She squirmed against him, imagining that there were worse ways to spend time. Hyne, he was
beautiful, even now, his skin dark against the white sheets, his lips soft against her shoulder.
One of her hands reached out behind her to clutch at his hair...but the pursuit was fruitless
when it was as fine as his, and her fingers ran through it easily like water...
"Selphie?"
"Dreams? No." No dreams but this. She'd forgotten all the others.
And this had to be a dream. She turned around to face him. This was not how he was at all.
This was not how he had been with Rinoa... This was not how he was in limbo. This was not
possible.
"You could tell me if you were," he whispered to her collarbone. She wanted to kiss him back,
to enjoy him before the dream faded into the dark, but before she could touch her lips to his,
she felt him take a deep breath, as though he were going to say something important. He
looked down at their legs.
"I would be having them, if I were you."
Oh shit. It was happening again. *It* was intruding on her dreams. Why couldn't it just leave
her alone? She was dying somewhere else, and this dream was the last chance she had to...
"What do you mean?" She had not wanted to ask. *It* made her ask.
"Not knowing about your powers...about what you can do...it must be horrible." She felt the
unease spring up inside with alarming speed as he hugged her tightly. Powers? She was not a
sorceress. Ultimecia was a sorceress. Edea was a sorceress. Rinoa was a...Oh Hyne. *Her
back.*
*Rinoa's scream.*
Edea's words:
*Before a sorceress can move on peacefully, she must pass her powers...*
Peacefully? No, not peacefully. Pain.
"I *was.*"
"What?"
"I *was* having a dream." She barely knew what she was saying as she spoke, the sound of
her voice surrounding them, sounding the depths of the night. "We were on an island,
together alone. I fell asleep and had a dream. When I woke up, everything had changed and I
couldn't remember when, or how. I didn't know what was *real.*" She swallowed.
"Your memory..." Squall sounded queasy.
"I'm still having it, right now, Squall."
She grabbed at him tightly, hoping that somehow, she wouldn't have to leave. For the second
she held him, she believed it was true. How could he be under her fingertips, if this wasn't
real? How could his be prying into her back like...Oh *God,* he was pulling her apart!
"Selphie?"
Not Selphie.
Not even Ultimecia anymore.
One.
~~~
End, 3.
continuity is probably messed up. The facts are probably screwed up. The names have been
changed to protect my right to misspell. Just read it. I apologize in advance.
~~~
"Warped," part three
~~~
"Selphie? Are you awake?"
The whispered words, so close to her ear, were enough to draw her out of the fog at light
speed. She jerked forward, hitting things along the way.
"I'll take that as a 'yes.'" Squall was rubbing the back of his neck in the dark.
Holy crap. She was in bed, and Squall was in bed. A bed. Singular.
"Um...sorry?"
"You could apologize," he offered, shrugging, "Or you could continue kicking my ass.
Whichever." His eyes flashed at her in the dark.
Clothes, she noted. They had clothes on...to a certain extent. Her eyes were too busy
interpreting the darkness to note much of anything else.
"I'm sorry," she said more firmly, trying to take in her surroundings for the first time. This
wasn't Balamb Garden.
"Hey...Are you okay?" She swallowed as he wrapped his arms around her from behind,
sounding and feeling so...concerned.. His hands met and folded over her stomach, pulling her
close. "You weren't having those dreams again, were you?" His lips were on her throat as he
waited for her answer, distracting...
She squirmed against him, imagining that there were worse ways to spend time. Hyne, he was
beautiful, even now, his skin dark against the white sheets, his lips soft against her shoulder.
One of her hands reached out behind her to clutch at his hair...but the pursuit was fruitless
when it was as fine as his, and her fingers ran through it easily like water...
"Selphie?"
"Dreams? No." No dreams but this. She'd forgotten all the others.
And this had to be a dream. She turned around to face him. This was not how he was at all.
This was not how he had been with Rinoa... This was not how he was in limbo. This was not
possible.
"You could tell me if you were," he whispered to her collarbone. She wanted to kiss him back,
to enjoy him before the dream faded into the dark, but before she could touch her lips to his,
she felt him take a deep breath, as though he were going to say something important. He
looked down at their legs.
"I would be having them, if I were you."
Oh shit. It was happening again. *It* was intruding on her dreams. Why couldn't it just leave
her alone? She was dying somewhere else, and this dream was the last chance she had to...
"What do you mean?" She had not wanted to ask. *It* made her ask.
"Not knowing about your powers...about what you can do...it must be horrible." She felt the
unease spring up inside with alarming speed as he hugged her tightly. Powers? She was not a
sorceress. Ultimecia was a sorceress. Edea was a sorceress. Rinoa was a...Oh Hyne. *Her
back.*
*Rinoa's scream.*
Edea's words:
*Before a sorceress can move on peacefully, she must pass her powers...*
Peacefully? No, not peacefully. Pain.
"I *was.*"
"What?"
"I *was* having a dream." She barely knew what she was saying as she spoke, the sound of
her voice surrounding them, sounding the depths of the night. "We were on an island,
together alone. I fell asleep and had a dream. When I woke up, everything had changed and I
couldn't remember when, or how. I didn't know what was *real.*" She swallowed.
"Your memory..." Squall sounded queasy.
"I'm still having it, right now, Squall."
She grabbed at him tightly, hoping that somehow, she wouldn't have to leave. For the second
she held him, she believed it was true. How could he be under her fingertips, if this wasn't
real? How could his be prying into her back like...Oh *God,* he was pulling her apart!
"Selphie?"
Not Selphie.
Not even Ultimecia anymore.
One.
~~~
End, 3.