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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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786
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3
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Chapter 11
It was a week since Seifer had returned to her and Quistis was slowly losing the plot. Quistis Trepe was all about control. She had ALWAYS been about control! It was what made her the person she was... It was the reason that Seifer and Squall had annoyed her so greatly. Everything in her life was done JUST SO and those two had been the only students that did not automatically fall into her neat, tidy little world...
Quistis had her routines...her cutting was no different...she realised very early on that if she wanted to be able to keep at least a modicum of control over it, she needed to make it a routine. So that's what she had done.
She had a knife for the sole purpose of cutting herself. She also had bandages, band-aids and antiseptic wipes. They were all kept in a box under her bed. She ALWAYS pulled out the box and sat down on the bed. Then she slowly pulled out all the items and laid them on the bed. She took her knife and cleaned it with a wipe...then, and only then was the blade dragged across her skin. She would sit and watch the blood flow for a while then finally, she would clean it and bandage it up.
She didn't always cut...sometimes the routine itself was enough to calm her - sometimes, she took out the stuff and went through the process only to find that by the time she got to cutting, the urge had passed.
Now though, Seifer seemed to have turned into her shadow. There was simply no opportunity to carry out her routine and it was making her angry...angry and short tempered with everyone...was it really too much to ask that he would back off and give her even ten minutes to herself?
Of course, she understood that her anger was borne of frustration but...she was getting desperate. She also knew that if she could talk to someone about what she was doing, it would probably help her but the only person she wanted to talk to was Seifer yet, she simply couldn't for fear of rejection...
She sighed and grabbed her bog from under her bed while he was in the kitchen and walked into the bathroom...
Quistis had her routines...her cutting was no different...she realised very early on that if she wanted to be able to keep at least a modicum of control over it, she needed to make it a routine. So that's what she had done.
She had a knife for the sole purpose of cutting herself. She also had bandages, band-aids and antiseptic wipes. They were all kept in a box under her bed. She ALWAYS pulled out the box and sat down on the bed. Then she slowly pulled out all the items and laid them on the bed. She took her knife and cleaned it with a wipe...then, and only then was the blade dragged across her skin. She would sit and watch the blood flow for a while then finally, she would clean it and bandage it up.
She didn't always cut...sometimes the routine itself was enough to calm her - sometimes, she took out the stuff and went through the process only to find that by the time she got to cutting, the urge had passed.
Now though, Seifer seemed to have turned into her shadow. There was simply no opportunity to carry out her routine and it was making her angry...angry and short tempered with everyone...was it really too much to ask that he would back off and give her even ten minutes to herself?
Of course, she understood that her anger was borne of frustration but...she was getting desperate. She also knew that if she could talk to someone about what she was doing, it would probably help her but the only person she wanted to talk to was Seifer yet, she simply couldn't for fear of rejection...
She sighed and grabbed her bog from under her bed while he was in the kitchen and walked into the bathroom...