fic n° 080

  • 91 words,
  • Final Fantasy VI, Final Fantasy VIII, Celes, Quistis
  • gen
  • Written for Three-Sentence Ficathon. Prompt: Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy VIII, Celes & Quistis, prodigy.
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Sometimes children have to grow up too fast.

Zell’s ramblings about Garden had finally started to make sense, and Celes turned to Quistis and asked, “They made you a teacher? At eighteen?”

“Weren’t you an army general?” said Quistis pointedly.

“That’s different,” Celes protested. “I wasn’t like the other children. They always told me I was special –”

Quistis scowled. “I’ve heard that one before, too. As if that gives them the right to cheat anyone out of a normal childhood.”

Celes thought back to those long days in the laboratory, shackled to a sedated esper, and said, “You’re right.”

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n° 1 (archived from dreamwidth.org)

2021-02-02

Ooh, Quistis hit the nail on the head! And Celes, having hidden her pain behind the pride of her accomplishments, can finally admit that it was wrong. Oh, I'd just love to hear an extended conversation between these two! This fic does a very good job of capturing both Quistis' and Celes' chilly efficiency.

Thanks so much for writing this!