There was something distinctly sweet about Ellone's magic, and the way it echoed in her form, like vibrations through her bones. It was different than Quistis' Blue Magic, different than Selphie's slotted magic- just different from everything else around her. Whenever Elle visited Garden, she usually made a point to spend time with Squall (after all, what were big sisters for?) and Rinoa took the opportunity during the third visit to hide herself behind one of the bookcases (cleverly disguised behind My Moomba and Me: A Comprehensive Guide to Raising Your New Best Friend).
She liked to stretch out with her senses, let her abilities wander, so she could taste the bits of swirling magic Elle always gave off. They twisted when she moved and rippled when she laughed, and they felt like little pings of joy in Rinoa's head.
Rinoa thought she was being awfully sneaky until Elle rounded the corner and gave her a look that clearly read she knew exactly what Rinoa was doing, and gave absolutely no wiggle room to come up with a clever excuse (who didn't want to learn about raising Moombas, anyway?).
"Sorry," Rinoa said, sheepishly, replacing the book on the shelf in the incredibly incorrect opening. "I just– you feel different, and it's... nice."
"Nice?" Ellone asked, eyebrows rising.
"Yes. I mean, it's just different and all, with your magic and mine, and I just wanted to explore it a little bit, I didn't mean to invade or anything," Rinoa said, quickly, words falling out in a jumbled mess on the floor (sort of like Selphie's attempts at cooking). Elle shot her another look then, one that said, quite clearly, she knew what it was like to invade, and she knew the pros and cons and everything in-betweens. And Rinoa couldn't get the sensation of Elle's ribbons of time out of her head, the sweet aftertaste the magic always left, so she leaned forward a bit and kissed the other girl, just to see if it worked the same way.
It did, apparently. Elle tasted like strawberries and time and magic.
And she didn't look displeased when Rinoa finally summoned the courage to look her in the eyes again.
"Nice?" Elle asked, one corner of her mouth quirking upwards.
FFVIII: Rinoa/Ellone
She liked to stretch out with her senses, let her abilities wander, so she could taste the bits of swirling magic Elle always gave off. They twisted when she moved and rippled when she laughed, and they felt like little pings of joy in Rinoa's head.
Rinoa thought she was being awfully sneaky until Elle rounded the corner and gave her a look that clearly read she knew exactly what Rinoa was doing, and gave absolutely no wiggle room to come up with a clever excuse (who didn't want to learn about raising Moombas, anyway?).
"Sorry," Rinoa said, sheepishly, replacing the book on the shelf in the incredibly incorrect opening. "I just– you feel different, and it's... nice."
"Nice?" Ellone asked, eyebrows rising.
"Yes. I mean, it's just different and all, with your magic and mine, and I just wanted to explore it a little bit, I didn't mean to invade or anything," Rinoa said, quickly, words falling out in a jumbled mess on the floor (sort of like Selphie's attempts at cooking). Elle shot her another look then, one that said, quite clearly, she knew what it was like to invade, and she knew the pros and cons and everything in-betweens. And Rinoa couldn't get the sensation of Elle's ribbons of time out of her head, the sweet aftertaste the magic always left, so she leaned forward a bit and kissed the other girl, just to see if it worked the same way.
It did, apparently. Elle tasted like strawberries and time and magic.
And she didn't look displeased when Rinoa finally summoned the courage to look her in the eyes again.
"Nice?" Elle asked, one corner of her mouth quirking upwards.
"Nice," Rinoa repeated.