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Title: Consequences (Quistis, Squall)
Author's Notes: Balamb is entirely too dependant on GFs
Author's Notes: Balamb is entirely too dependant on GFs
All the cadets at Balamb knew if they wanted to see combat they’d need a Guardian Force. However nothing in the books prepared them for the reality of another entity inside their mind.
Quistis supervised all the initial junctions of her cadets. She was unsurprised by how quickly Shiva took to Squall, his personality likely a kindred spirit to the Guardian Force. Proof of their strengthening bond was in the magic he cast, basic level ice spells becoming like second level magic.
And if he forgot things, she said nothing. It was the price they paid to be stronger.
Title: Reaction (Zell, Squall)
Author's Notes: cast magic can sometimes do more for you than simple items
Zell sighed softly as he drank half a bottle of potion. The rest he splashed directly onto the gash from a red dragon on his hip, hissing softly at the sting as his wound slowly healed. In his gut he could feel the healing magic spread outwards in a numbing tingle not unlike a bad case of butterflies.
Starting as someone stepped to his side, Zell groaned in relief as healing magic washed warmly over his skin. Looking down he stared at Squall's bare hand hovering millimeters above his bared hip, thankful Squall's concentration meant his blush would remain unnoticed.
Title: Difference (Irvine, Selphie, Quistis, Zell, Squall)
Author's Notes: spells are so revealing
Not used to fighting as part of a team or up close and personal like with enemies, Irvine found he was getting hurt more than the others. Not that he minded as it allowed him to do a test without his companions knowing.
Selphie’s healing magic was bubbly, tickling its way across his skin.
When Quistis would heal him he didn’t dare move, worried the receding pain would return tenfold.
Zell’s seemingly boundless energy speed his spells along.
For someone so cold, Squall's magic was surprisingly warm, not at all prickly like Irvine expected. Irvine liked it.
Title: Pure (Squall, Seifer)
Author's Notes: you don’t always have to draw magic to feel its benefits
There was something about standing near the stairs outside Balamb Garden that made Squall feel better about…everything. Sunlight seemed so much brighter, the air sweeter. Squall was certain someone, namely Seifer, had done something to it to play a prank on him. But even Seifer appeared to calm down whenever they met here. There was always brief flash of confusion in his eyes as he breathed deep and relaxed. He’d just nod and go on his way.
It bothered Squall until they saved Siren and discovered the cure draw point, the natural magic there working without being called.
Title: Shield (Irvine, Squall)
Author's Notes: there are some things best not done with magic
Forgive me, Irvine thought as he squeezed the trigger.
“Sonofabitch,” Irvine cursed out loud as the magic barrier between his bullet and his target shone brightly. “Shit shit shit…”
It annoyed him not be able to hit his target just as much as it relieved him that she’d been so strong. He’d known who they were going up against and had believed he could do it right until the last moment. Squall…
Signal, yes a signal for Squall and the others.
They won’t know what they’ve done till later, if ever. She knew this could happen.
Title: Mood (Squall/Irvine)
Author's Notes: moonlight nights and cool sea breezes
“So, did you work your magic, Commander?” Squall heard Irvine ask as the sniper joined him after the concert. “Wait, you’re alone…And after all the effort we went to for you and Rinoa to be together.”
Squall smiled up at the moon, silently amused by Irvine's annoyance. It was so quiet now without the others around. Just the sea breeze and moonlight reflecting off the mirrored panels, cool and silvery.
“You’ve lost your chance,” Irvine said, sighing softly.
“Have I?” he asked, grabbing the collar of Irvine’s coat and pulling him down for a slow kiss.
Title: Commands (Martine, Irvine)
Author's Notes: doing what you’re ordered to even when you don’t want to
“These are your orders for the mission tomorrow.”
Watching Irvine look over his papers, Martine knew the moment he read something he didn’t like.
“No.”
“Irvine, it is not a discussion,” Martine sighed, not wanting this argument. “The sorceress is unbelievably powerful. A Guardian Force is expected.”
“I’ve heard what they do to peoples minds. A good stash of items will solve anything I come across. Don‘t need no magic.”
“Don't make me order you, Irvine.”
Irvine's posture changed, straightening up, purple eyes staring at a point behind Martine’s head. “That all, Sir?”
“...Yes, Irvine. Dismissed.”
Title: Innate (Seifer, Squall)
Author's Notes: when being injunction is unwise
Seifer staggered towards the infirmary, Squall a dead-weight in his arms. The fight wasn’t supposed to end like this but something in Squall had changed since their last encounter. How else would he have forced Seifer to lash out suddenly, pushed to his limit as he defended himself.
The fireball was not magic from Ifrit, Seifer preferring to remain injunctioned when not training with the Guardians. It was something from within him, all his rage and desperation in a burning physical form.
Being unjunctioned meant no magic to cure their wounds.
He figured he'd get used to the scar.
Title: Ice (Squall, Rinoa)
Author's Notes: aftereffects are rarely pleasant
It itches sometimes, the scar on his chest. More when he’s away from Rinoa for too long. On really bad nights he is cold, so cold that the heat of his shower does little to stop his shivering. He wouldn’t be alive if Shiva had been junctioned to another, the ice Guardian lessening the damage of the attack, apologizing that she'd not been strong enough to prevent it. He knows it is the lingering magic in his blood, old, powerful sorcery even the Guardians have trouble suppressing completely. Thankfully Rinoa's presence negates it some, takes the pain away.
Title: Elemental (Zell, Irvine)
Author's Notes: actually can’t remember if it does work this way or not but Zell says it doesn’t
Zell yelped at the lightning bolt that struck too close to his feet and turned to glare at Irvine.
“What the hell you doing? I'm not here for target practice.”
“Stand still then dammit,” Irvine growled, hand rising to line Zell up as best he could. “My aim isn’t the best with this magic stuff.”
“Why are you shooting at me?”
“You’re zombied and junctioned to Quezacotl. I’m trying to heal you.”
Zell blinked and thought about all the books he'd read on Guardian Forces and status effects and healing.
"It doesn't work like that you idiot!"
Title: Revive (none)
Author's Notes: training starts in the worst possible but best way >.>
If a SeeD cadet passed their psych tests and basic induction, death was their reward.
It wasn’t the dying that hurt, orchestrated to be quick and painless as possible in controlled conditions to prepare cadets for the worst. The less messy the better too because it reduced the amount of magic to bring them back.
That first revive spell was pain beyond belief. Pulling the spirit back into the body, trapping that which had been freed in a once again alive shell. It was the reminder of that brutal pain that made SeeD fight to live at any cost.
Title: Power (Squall, Rinoa)
Author's Notes: realizations on the Ragnarok
Quistis supervised all the initial junctions of her cadets. She was unsurprised by how quickly Shiva took to Squall, his personality likely a kindred spirit to the Guardian Force. Proof of their strengthening bond was in the magic he cast, basic level ice spells becoming like second level magic.
And if he forgot things, she said nothing. It was the price they paid to be stronger.
Title: Reaction (Zell, Squall)
Author's Notes: cast magic can sometimes do more for you than simple items
Zell sighed softly as he drank half a bottle of potion. The rest he splashed directly onto the gash from a red dragon on his hip, hissing softly at the sting as his wound slowly healed. In his gut he could feel the healing magic spread outwards in a numbing tingle not unlike a bad case of butterflies.
Starting as someone stepped to his side, Zell groaned in relief as healing magic washed warmly over his skin. Looking down he stared at Squall's bare hand hovering millimeters above his bared hip, thankful Squall's concentration meant his blush would remain unnoticed.
Title: Difference (Irvine, Selphie, Quistis, Zell, Squall)
Author's Notes: spells are so revealing
Not used to fighting as part of a team or up close and personal like with enemies, Irvine found he was getting hurt more than the others. Not that he minded as it allowed him to do a test without his companions knowing.
Selphie’s healing magic was bubbly, tickling its way across his skin.
When Quistis would heal him he didn’t dare move, worried the receding pain would return tenfold.
Zell’s seemingly boundless energy speed his spells along.
For someone so cold, Squall's magic was surprisingly warm, not at all prickly like Irvine expected. Irvine liked it.
Title: Pure (Squall, Seifer)
Author's Notes: you don’t always have to draw magic to feel its benefits
There was something about standing near the stairs outside Balamb Garden that made Squall feel better about…everything. Sunlight seemed so much brighter, the air sweeter. Squall was certain someone, namely Seifer, had done something to it to play a prank on him. But even Seifer appeared to calm down whenever they met here. There was always brief flash of confusion in his eyes as he breathed deep and relaxed. He’d just nod and go on his way.
It bothered Squall until they saved Siren and discovered the cure draw point, the natural magic there working without being called.
Title: Shield (Irvine, Squall)
Author's Notes: there are some things best not done with magic
Forgive me, Irvine thought as he squeezed the trigger.
“Sonofabitch,” Irvine cursed out loud as the magic barrier between his bullet and his target shone brightly. “Shit shit shit…”
It annoyed him not be able to hit his target just as much as it relieved him that she’d been so strong. He’d known who they were going up against and had believed he could do it right until the last moment. Squall…
Signal, yes a signal for Squall and the others.
They won’t know what they’ve done till later, if ever. She knew this could happen.
Title: Mood (Squall/Irvine)
Author's Notes: moonlight nights and cool sea breezes
“So, did you work your magic, Commander?” Squall heard Irvine ask as the sniper joined him after the concert. “Wait, you’re alone…And after all the effort we went to for you and Rinoa to be together.”
Squall smiled up at the moon, silently amused by Irvine's annoyance. It was so quiet now without the others around. Just the sea breeze and moonlight reflecting off the mirrored panels, cool and silvery.
“You’ve lost your chance,” Irvine said, sighing softly.
“Have I?” he asked, grabbing the collar of Irvine’s coat and pulling him down for a slow kiss.
Title: Commands (Martine, Irvine)
Author's Notes: doing what you’re ordered to even when you don’t want to
“These are your orders for the mission tomorrow.”
Watching Irvine look over his papers, Martine knew the moment he read something he didn’t like.
“No.”
“Irvine, it is not a discussion,” Martine sighed, not wanting this argument. “The sorceress is unbelievably powerful. A Guardian Force is expected.”
“I’ve heard what they do to peoples minds. A good stash of items will solve anything I come across. Don‘t need no magic.”
“Don't make me order you, Irvine.”
Irvine's posture changed, straightening up, purple eyes staring at a point behind Martine’s head. “That all, Sir?”
“...Yes, Irvine. Dismissed.”
Title: Innate (Seifer, Squall)
Author's Notes: when being injunction is unwise
Seifer staggered towards the infirmary, Squall a dead-weight in his arms. The fight wasn’t supposed to end like this but something in Squall had changed since their last encounter. How else would he have forced Seifer to lash out suddenly, pushed to his limit as he defended himself.
The fireball was not magic from Ifrit, Seifer preferring to remain injunctioned when not training with the Guardians. It was something from within him, all his rage and desperation in a burning physical form.
Being unjunctioned meant no magic to cure their wounds.
He figured he'd get used to the scar.
Title: Ice (Squall, Rinoa)
Author's Notes: aftereffects are rarely pleasant
It itches sometimes, the scar on his chest. More when he’s away from Rinoa for too long. On really bad nights he is cold, so cold that the heat of his shower does little to stop his shivering. He wouldn’t be alive if Shiva had been junctioned to another, the ice Guardian lessening the damage of the attack, apologizing that she'd not been strong enough to prevent it. He knows it is the lingering magic in his blood, old, powerful sorcery even the Guardians have trouble suppressing completely. Thankfully Rinoa's presence negates it some, takes the pain away.
Title: Elemental (Zell, Irvine)
Author's Notes: actually can’t remember if it does work this way or not but Zell says it doesn’t
Zell yelped at the lightning bolt that struck too close to his feet and turned to glare at Irvine.
“What the hell you doing? I'm not here for target practice.”
“Stand still then dammit,” Irvine growled, hand rising to line Zell up as best he could. “My aim isn’t the best with this magic stuff.”
“Why are you shooting at me?”
“You’re zombied and junctioned to Quezacotl. I’m trying to heal you.”
Zell blinked and thought about all the books he'd read on Guardian Forces and status effects and healing.
"It doesn't work like that you idiot!"
Title: Revive (none)
Author's Notes: training starts in the worst possible but best way >.>
If a SeeD cadet passed their psych tests and basic induction, death was their reward.
It wasn’t the dying that hurt, orchestrated to be quick and painless as possible in controlled conditions to prepare cadets for the worst. The less messy the better too because it reduced the amount of magic to bring them back.
That first revive spell was pain beyond belief. Pulling the spirit back into the body, trapping that which had been freed in a once again alive shell. It was the reminder of that brutal pain that made SeeD fight to live at any cost.
Title: Power (Squall, Rinoa)
Author's Notes: realizations on the Ragnarok
The wings were a surprise.
He wanted to touch them, to see if they were real, if the pulses of light running through them were a heartbeat or an indication of how powerful she was. He could always see a faint outline of shimmering gold, feathers forming and filling with life whenever Rinoa used her magic, the wings becoming solid enough to lift her up and let her fly. He envied her that freedom but he knew it wasn’t freedom at all. People feared the sorceress’ and they feared the sorceress knight.
There was no freedom in being powerful.
Title: Barrier (Squall)
Author's Notes: inside the castle
Fighting with all their usual resources blocked off was a challenge none of them expected to face. Everything in Ultimecia’s castle dampened the senses, made each battle longer and harder than it should have been.
There was a collective sigh of relief as Squall cast the first spell inside the castle to heal Zell’s bleeding ribs. It felt strange to cast magic but not be able to hear or feel the Guardian Forces, their presence almost comforting in ways he hadn't realized.
Being restricted as they were by Ultimecia’s magic made them all appreciate what they had.
Title: Time (Ellone)
Author's Notes: sometimes magic is a curse
Sometimes it was hard to stay focused on the present, the here and now, to not be pulled by time into a past what was getting harder to see with each passing minute. To see people that no longer existed.
Each visit to the past was like watching a play. You knew the lines, the feelings but you couldn’t change how things turned out even if you screamed your loudest.
Ellone hated that her magic wasn’t strong enough, that she could only see, could not travel back and change things.
Time was slipping too quickly through her fingers.
He wanted to touch them, to see if they were real, if the pulses of light running through them were a heartbeat or an indication of how powerful she was. He could always see a faint outline of shimmering gold, feathers forming and filling with life whenever Rinoa used her magic, the wings becoming solid enough to lift her up and let her fly. He envied her that freedom but he knew it wasn’t freedom at all. People feared the sorceress’ and they feared the sorceress knight.
There was no freedom in being powerful.
Title: Barrier (Squall)
Author's Notes: inside the castle
Fighting with all their usual resources blocked off was a challenge none of them expected to face. Everything in Ultimecia’s castle dampened the senses, made each battle longer and harder than it should have been.
There was a collective sigh of relief as Squall cast the first spell inside the castle to heal Zell’s bleeding ribs. It felt strange to cast magic but not be able to hear or feel the Guardian Forces, their presence almost comforting in ways he hadn't realized.
Being restricted as they were by Ultimecia’s magic made them all appreciate what they had.
Title: Time (Ellone)
Author's Notes: sometimes magic is a curse
Sometimes it was hard to stay focused on the present, the here and now, to not be pulled by time into a past what was getting harder to see with each passing minute. To see people that no longer existed.
Each visit to the past was like watching a play. You knew the lines, the feelings but you couldn’t change how things turned out even if you screamed your loudest.
Ellone hated that her magic wasn’t strong enough, that she could only see, could not travel back and change things.
Time was slipping too quickly through her fingers.
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