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~!
fire and ice. (FFX-2 - Paine/Nooj, PG)
Date: 2011-02-03 05:24 am (UTC)Paine doesn't feel one way or the other about the desert at night. But this night there is something different beneath the wide-eyed moon – a sarcastic wit so dry it would make an excellent martini.
She hasn't known Nooj long, but she knows he dislikes everyone and everything - even his own mission. He doesn't even enjoy Death, or the thought of Death, if only for the fact he hasn't found it. He has no paradise at the end of his journey. He would argue that no one does, that people are stuffed to the gullet with ignorant bliss; humans need a reason for living their lives, for being wronged, for being forced into an existence they can't control.
Nooj controls nothing.
If he did he could have orchestrated his own Death long ago. Not for lack of trying - he chambers his own brand of ignorant bliss into his rifle every day and hunts his own Demise. He's a hunter-gatherer of the oddest kind.
"Don't spherecorders sleep?" He's annoyed that she's joined him on the dune, which overlooks another dune, like two mirrors facing each other. Endless sand, endless sky. She's interrupted his ruminations, his fantasies of the day he doesn't have to stake a spot to dream. His days blend together in a giant, watercolor mess of a life – at night he adds to his painting. He throws faded colors to the canvas in frustration, tries to paint a path, a point to it all. But all he ever creates is chaos.
Paine clicks her tongue. People like Nooj never deviate from their plan unless shoved in another direction. They become too complacent in their foxhole; their stubbornness is enough to drive a bullet through your brain. When Paine sits down, she effectively shoves her way into his comfortable, if depressing, circle.
"Touché," Paine says. She holds the ground she's seized and stares out into the same silent space. Nooj shifts, pulling his flesh leg up to lean on his knee. She's sat on his left side and she's done so quite on purpose – to create discomfort. Discomfort forces you to be in the moment.
"I'm sitting here," Nooj says and swaps empty space in favor of her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, he is quite in love with her eyes. They are the only stab of color in his desaturated existence.
"With lines like those I bet you're a hit with the ladies," Paine says, meeting his icy gaze, as cold as the desert evening. It wars with her own heated red, as blistering as the desert days. Between them they own the entire desert.
"I seem to be doing alright," he says sarcastically. "You sat despite my protests."
Paine raises an eyebrow. "Is that a fleck of life? Or - oh me, oh my - humor?" Her lips curve into the smallest of grins. "You won't be nearly so charming when you're dead."
Nooj scoffs. "That's the point. I'll explain the mechanics of Death to you if you weren't properly schooled in your youth," he says, turning back to the sand. "I can't be far off if your current employment as a spherecorder is any indication. Simpletons. You point, and shoot."
Paine's smirk only grows wider. "You point and shoot for a living, Deathseeker. Well, and patronize, but I think that's inherent."
Nooj narrows his eyes, hardly recognizable in the moonlight. She continues. "I have a bag full of spheres documenting our days - my job's already done. You can't make that claim. Well, not while you're alive anyway. Your title just fucks all of that up now, doesn't it?" She draws a line in the sand between them with a gloved hand. "Perhaps I should explain the mechanics of Death to you?"
A light rumble fills the air as Nooj chuckles. The sound comes from a place in his chest still very much alive. "Indeed."
He hasn’t laughed in a decade. He reaches over with his flesh hand and touches her face - her skin is luminescent. She needs no stars to accentuate her skin, only the moon. He has to reach over his machina, but he could tell you how every pore of her skin felt, read it as well as he could read maps of cities long destroyed.
His touch isn't as surprising as the fact his hand is warm. She'd expected something cold and dry, something disconnected with the life inside him. A tool, or a means to and end. But his hand is very much alive and fighting to keep him that way too. For that, she's grateful. She turns her head to the side and kisses his palm. Nooj doesn't pull away, though it takes him a moment to orient. He waits for her to finish before he brings his hand back. The courtesy is not lost on her.
Now it's Paine who's awkward, for Nooj has met her at the edge of their territories and she's found she has little reason to continue the occupation of his country – he's expanded of his own volition. Very little ripples beneath the blanket of the desert sky, not even when she stands and brushes her legs clean of sand. "Perhaps you can educate me on the mechanics of Life, next time," she says before she turns to leave.
"I just did," he replies, then shuts off again.
Re: fire and ice. (FFX-2 - Paine/Nooj, PG)
Date: 2011-02-03 07:08 am (UTC)Re: fire and ice. (FFX-2 - Paine/Nooj, PG)
Date: 2011-02-03 07:23 am (UTC)