She should have known, before she even saw the frightened cadets running through the halls, that their commander was, once again, taking his aggression out on the unfortunate piece of wood whittled into what would later become his desk. After all, it was the year anniversary of Rinoa leaving the Garden– and much as she knew he hated to admit, Squall definitely remembered the date– and things had been proceeding slightly less smoothly than they all had anticipated with Martine and Galbadia.
She sighed and pushed her chair back, moving into the hallway of the second floor where the whispers surrounded her senses.
Smack.
The elevator ride seemed longer than usual, as if the contraption itself had been slowed to deliberately aggravate her further. How was she supposed to teach a class when the very walls of Balamb sounded like they were coming down around her?
With a ding, the doors opened, and she stepped into the commander's office.
Smack.
"Squall."
Smack.
"Squall!"
The pounding stopped for a moment, and he looked up at her as if just registering her presence.
"You're scaring the cadets," she said. His reaction of raising his gunblade once again, blunt side down, of course, was not what she was looking for. She darted forward and caught his wrist in mid-fall, effectively stopping the banging. "You're scaring me."
That got his attention. He raised one eyebrow at her.
"Sorry," he mumbled, after a moment's pause. "It's just–"
"I know," she said. "Try not to take your aggression out on Garden property next time, okay?"
She made to withdraw her hand at the same time he scooted his chair backwards, and she found herself falling foward, and the ensuing pile of torsos and limbs was more than a little awkward. As she struggled to right herself from her position half-atop her commander (oh, what Xu would say should she walk in on them now), Quistis accidentally brushed her lips past Squall's cheek. He froze, and so did she, and there was a long moment of silence where neither moved.
"Maybe you could find more constructive methods of dealing with your anger," she whispered, hoping to dispell some of the tension that had quite suddenly settled down on her shoulders. His hand found the small of her back, and it didn't seem to be accidental at all.
FFVIII: Squall/Quistis
She should have known, before she even saw the frightened cadets running through the halls, that their commander was, once again, taking his aggression out on the unfortunate piece of wood whittled into what would later become his desk. After all, it was the year anniversary of Rinoa leaving the Garden– and much as she knew he hated to admit, Squall definitely remembered the date– and things had been proceeding slightly less smoothly than they all had anticipated with Martine and Galbadia.
She sighed and pushed her chair back, moving into the hallway of the second floor where the whispers surrounded her senses.
Smack.
The elevator ride seemed longer than usual, as if the contraption itself had been slowed to deliberately aggravate her further. How was she supposed to teach a class when the very walls of Balamb sounded like they were coming down around her?
With a ding, the doors opened, and she stepped into the commander's office.
Smack.
"Squall."
Smack.
"Squall!"
The pounding stopped for a moment, and he looked up at her as if just registering her presence.
"You're scaring the cadets," she said. His reaction of raising his gunblade once again, blunt side down, of course, was not what she was looking for. She darted forward and caught his wrist in mid-fall, effectively stopping the banging. "You're scaring me."
That got his attention. He raised one eyebrow at her.
"Sorry," he mumbled, after a moment's pause. "It's just–"
"I know," she said. "Try not to take your aggression out on Garden property next time, okay?"
She made to withdraw her hand at the same time he scooted his chair backwards, and she found herself falling foward, and the ensuing pile of torsos and limbs was more than a little awkward. As she struggled to right herself from her position half-atop her commander (oh, what Xu would say should she walk in on them now), Quistis accidentally brushed her lips past Squall's cheek. He froze, and so did she, and there was a long moment of silence where neither moved.
"Maybe you could find more constructive methods of dealing with your anger," she whispered, hoping to dispell some of the tension that had quite suddenly settled down on her shoulders. His hand found the small of her back, and it didn't seem to be accidental at all.
"Yeah," he said.