hecatesbrat (hecatesbrat) wrote in ffviii_100, @ 2010-02-01 01:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: hecatesbrat, prompt: infatuation |
Too Far Gone / Threadbare Obsession / Everything
Title: Too Far Gone
Characters: Squall, Rinoa
Team: Esthar
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: I don't think I got anything here.
It hit him harder than a Malboro's tentacle and snaked around his being just as slickly. He knew something wasn't right when he felt an inkling of desire, a want for the opposite sex - something that he normally held no interest in. Or maybe it was just her?
There was something about her body (not that he'd notice), her small bow shaped lips (don't... kiss them), and her alluring eyes (can't look away - a gold flash?)
It was too far gone for Squall to notice as he walked along the FH tracks. He felt drawn to her, a forced infatuation.
Title: Threadbare Obsession
Characters: Squall, Rinoa
Team: Esthar
Rating: G
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes:
The shine, the shimmer, the so-called infatuation for her was becoming threadbare. While other spots were so tightly infused with magic and the essence of her, that if felt like obsession.
It was hard; hard to breathe, hard to think of something other than her. And he did try to think of things - like being Commander and rebuilding everything that SeeD had touched and destroyed in the second war - Trabia Garden for example.
When he tried to do his duty it felt as if there was a tugging from her, calling him away from what he was suppose to do.
Title: Everything
Characters: Seifer, Squall, a Sorceress
Team: Esthar
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: I left it sort of open, to your own minds as to which Sorceress was going to do the claiming. This may or may not fall into the idea of Ulti = Rinoa. Just sayin.
She watched them both, watched them spar and mark each other as if their ritualistic dance of weaponry and testosterone wasn't a show of bravado, but more out of the need to claim each other. Of infatuation gone twistedly wrong.
She smiled and couldn't wait until things started to really happen. Events were put into motion so long ago but now, she could almost taste them on her tongue like an aged wine.
One, then the other would fall to her ways, to her power. They would love her, adore her, want and praise her. She would become their everything.