Since it's been so long since I updated Visions, I figured I'd give you two tonight, since this one is shorter :)
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In the pale moonlight, Lightning watched the figure move. Dance might have been a more appropriate term.
Fang's form was all feminie curves, but the hint of hardened muscle was decernable as it flexed and moved smoothly. Her sari had been discarded, and though the night air was on the cool side, a sheen of sweat made her skin glisten.
The blood red lance sliced through the air, though not with the ferocity she had come to know in battle. It's slice was almost.. gentle; loving. Lightning knew that shuld anyhting be unfortunate enough to find itself in it's path, it would be no less deadly than usual.
As Fang moved through each kata, she was oblivious to her silent audience. Lightning took advantage of that, please with teh oppurtunity to watch the warrior in a quiet moment.
She wasn't entirely certain what to think of the Pulsian woman. One moment Fang was an irritating, teasing, adult child, but the next she could be deadly serious. Sometimes, Light found it was hard to tell the difference.
The only thing she knew as complete truth was that Fang would lay down her life for Vanille. Her protectiveness of the younger girl certainly rivaled Light's own protective streak for Serah. In that, at least, they had a mutual understanding. They understood and supported each other in the quest to protect that which was most dear to them.
The thought would always lead Lightning to wonder what exactly was the relationship between the two Pulsians. Sisters? Lovers? She would never have the courage to ask, and the two didn't seem very forthcoming on their own.
She wasn't really sure why she needed courage to ask. If they were together, they shouldn't have any need to hide it, and really they didn't act as if they were trying to hide anything between them. Still, something made her afraid to ask.
Her growing interest in Fang may have something to do with it. Truly, the Huntress was a fascinating person, and her skills were handy in their current situation, 'lost' in the wilds of Gran Pulse as they were. She respected those skills, and everything Fang felt inclined to teach her along the way. She was growing to depend on their friendship, as Fang's constant stregnth was the pillar she could lean against in her own moments of weakness.
Was she more interested in Fang than just as a friend? The thought had crossed her mind several times, but she wasn't sure. The idea didn't disgust her, nor did it seem unusual. She was oddly comfortable with it.
She shook her head to herself, trying to push the thought away. They needed to focus on what needed to be done. They didn't have time for exploring relationships and possibly painful emotions.
She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest as she continued to watch Fang move so gracefully. Maybe they didn't have time for all of that.. but for now, she had the time to at least watch and let the world slow down for just a few moments. There was always later... right?