FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2011.
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It’s February and yes, that means: time for the kiss battle. Friend kisses, loving kisses, angry kisses, familial kisses, porny kisses, mouth to mouth or mouth to cheek or mouth to [insert body part here] -- all are welcome!
Guidelines for the game:
- All kisses welcome! Gen, shippy, family, friendship!
- Be kind to other people’s character/relationship choices. :) Everyone is welcome!
- Seriously, everyone is welcome - Livejournal, Dreamwidth, OpenID, whatever!
- When leaving prompts, leave one prompt per comment with the subject line: FANDOM - CHARACTERS/SHIP and your prompt in the comment body. (EX: FFVII - Cloud/Reno)
- Prompt early, prompt often and leave as many as you want!
- Prompts can be filled multiple times.
- No prompts required if you desire a kiss blitzkrieg; just post it as a reply to the entry!
- Tell your friends!
EDIT - Make sure you're watching the later pages, too -- there are a lot of fantastic prompts hiding there that would like some kissing~!
Oceans (Quistis/Rydia, PG) (YOU PUT THIS HERE FOR ME DIDN'T YOU)
Date: 2011-02-02 08:05 pm (UTC)"Hold on." Quistis's voice stops her thoughts. Rydia lets her hands fall, slowly; the tug of the jacket across her back feels odd and constricting, and she momentarily regrets letting Quistis put her in this uniform. She wishes for the comfortable feel of her summoner's garb, the soft swish of her sleeves.
"What am I doing wrong now?" Her voice is small and petulant and she hates it, because Quistis has been nothing but kind, more-than-kind; Rydia just resents that she has to learn again how to Summon in this strange land. She's lost the one thing that made her herself, Rydia of Mist, and she hates that that is the thing she's most upset about. Being alone is awful, but without her Summons she is truly alone.
Quistis smiles. "Nothing's wrong. I just thought... you should try it your way first."
Rydia frowns; she's tried her way of summoning a million billion times, and it hasn't worked; she can't even feel the Feymarch anymore, even though it used to be thunder-quick under her fingertips. "It doesn't work. There isn't anything to connect me to them, here."
"I have a theory." Quistis steps up beside her, and takes her hand, pulling Rydia closer to her side. Quistis looks down at her, eyes bright with curiosity and something that makes Rydia's stomach warm. "My magic comes from the monsters of this world. I'm wondering whether it's enough to ground you."
Rydia isn't sure whether she wants to grab onto this hope or not, because all of her other hopes have crashed - all except Quistis, tall and sturdy and safe. "I'll try," she says, and she grabs Quistis's other hand and prepares herself for the heartbreak. She closes her eyes, clutching Quistis's hands, and reaches out along that sixth sense, a Caller's gift, the lay-line directing her to the Feymarch and her friends, her family...
Something twitches against the line of alignment in her head and her eyes fly open. Quistis's eyes are closed, too, her face calm; Rydia closes hers again and strains against that sense. She can feel Quistis, and something that might be Quistis's magic: a dark deep blue, wrought with sparkling veins in it, twinkling bright like the sun on water. It's warm and welcoming, and its presence relaxes her: much like Quistis, something familiar.
And with Quistis as an anchor she can feel it, faintly, too faint to be anything except the brush of silk against her arms; no, Rydia thinks, and she grabs Quistis's hands tighter. Yes. She just needs to be a little closer, and then maybe - her eyes open, and she's a few inches from Quistis' face, and she can hear the shuddering in her breath as she tilts upwards on tip-toes and presses her lips to Quistis's.
Rydia shuts her eyes fast enough to not see the look on Quistis's face - but she's surprised when all Quistis does is lean forward to kiss her back, her mouth moving, warm and comforting; for a long moment Rydia is only aware of lips and tongue and the rushing feeling in her head.
And then she suddenly realizes she's grounded, she has found the Feymarch, it's a faint glimmer on the horizon of that sparkling sea but she is Rydia of heavens-be-damned Mist and all she needs is a direction. Rydia throws her heart open and Calls, more raw and powerful than any intricate Summoner's-chant, and the splintering rush of magic pulls her apart from Quistis as Leviathan, mighty and sparkling, emerges from the ocean before them.
The words catch in her throat and all she can do is throw her arms around Quistis's neck, laughing, giddy, and then she pulls Quistis into the bright-blue water to meet her dearest friend.
Re: Oceans (Quistis/Rydia, PG) (YOU PUT THIS HERE FOR ME DIDN'T YOU)
Date: 2011-02-02 09:19 pm (UTC)