Quistis was secretly glad that Noah's Sky Phone rang when it had. The shrill noise of the ring tone sliced through the thick tension between them, and as he moved to check the contents of the message, her gaze drifted once again, looking anywhere but at him. His worried tone caught the attention of her ears though, and she glanced up to Noah, concern apparent in her eyes. Was Larsa alright?
"Of course." Quistis murmured, her head dipping into a small nod to acknowledge his words. Her eyes shifted tot he ground, and she watched his feet as Gabranth made to stand from his position on the railing. Her mind was still hazy with her conflicting thoughts, and she couldn't help but feel that maybe with his absence, she could properly sort through her feelings. Having expected him to simply retreat into the crowded ball room and make his way for the entrance as soon as he could, Quistis was taken completely by surprise when his fingers lifted her chin and he closed the distance between them to press his lips gently against hers.
He had just kissed her.
It was quick and chaste, and even she could feel the touch of sadness behind the gesture as there was a lingering sense of finality in the act. Quistis barely heard the whispered apology he left in her ear, and she watched in silence as he walked away, her eyes locked on his retreating form until he had been swallowed by the sea of guests, the crowd too thick for her to distinguish him apart.
A shaky breath escaping her lips, Quistis lifted a hand, her fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as she clenched her eyes shut. What just happened? Of all times to do that, why did he have to choose now? She was already conflicted enough-- the kiss only added another layer of complexity to the situation. Sighing, she opened her eyes, her body shifting as she gazed at the view provided by the balcony, though she could hardly appreciate the scene. No, her mind was far too distracted.
Alone on the balcony now, Quistis sat in isolation, feeling more confused than ever.
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Date: 2010-03-21 03:09 pm (UTC)"Of course." Quistis murmured, her head dipping into a small nod to acknowledge his words. Her eyes shifted tot he ground, and she watched his feet as Gabranth made to stand from his position on the railing. Her mind was still hazy with her conflicting thoughts, and she couldn't help but feel that maybe with his absence, she could properly sort through her feelings. Having expected him to simply retreat into the crowded ball room and make his way for the entrance as soon as he could, Quistis was taken completely by surprise when his fingers lifted her chin and he closed the distance between them to press his lips gently against hers.
He had just kissed her.
It was quick and chaste, and even she could feel the touch of sadness behind the gesture as there was a lingering sense of finality in the act. Quistis barely heard the whispered apology he left in her ear, and she watched in silence as he walked away, her eyes locked on his retreating form until he had been swallowed by the sea of guests, the crowd too thick for her to distinguish him apart.
A shaky breath escaping her lips, Quistis lifted a hand, her fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as she clenched her eyes shut. What just happened? Of all times to do that, why did he have to choose now? She was already conflicted enough-- the kiss only added another layer of complexity to the situation. Sighing, she opened her eyes, her body shifting as she gazed at the view provided by the balcony, though she could hardly appreciate the scene. No, her mind was far too distracted.
Alone on the balcony now, Quistis sat in isolation, feeling more confused than ever.