Fanfiction: "Ozone"
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deemoyzaTitle: "Ozone" (3,275 words) [AO3]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No warnings apply
Characters: Zell Dincht, Ma Dincht, Pa Dincht
Summary: From a young age, Zell has been fascinated by lightning, by its spectacle and power. Though the details have faded as he's grown, his fascination remains, and his search for the power to protect his loved ones allies him with the storm itself, bringing back a familiar scent, and memories he can't quite recall. (Pre-game to in-game, one-shot.)
Excerpt below cut.
A bright white flash lit up the room, and the loudest sound Zell had ever heard came with it. It was a tearing sound, like the sky above them was being ripped apart, followed by a boom that rattled the windows. All of the children clapped their hands over their ears and screamed, and Zell noticed a strange smell in the air, a hot smell, but a clean one, kind of like Matron's iron on laundry day. He opened his eyes and took his hands off his ears, and the first thing he noticed was silence.
No one said anything. Seifer had no smart remark, Quistis had no explanation. Instead, they, and the rest of the children, turned to him, and watched. Waited. They waited for his eyebrows to twitch, for his mouth to curve downward, for the flood of tears to start.
But he didn't cry. He didn't want to. Sure, the noise and light had scared him, but he wasn't still scared. He was excited.
More thunder rumbled in the distance, and Zell breathed in that peculiar scent again, grinning as the other kids wrinkled their noses at it, thrilled that they didn't understand what it was. That was the smell of power. Power to silence bullies and know-it-alls, power to be heard. He looked at them, and a big smile stretched across his face.
"Awesome!" he said, and went back to his blocks.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No warnings apply
Characters: Zell Dincht, Ma Dincht, Pa Dincht
Summary: From a young age, Zell has been fascinated by lightning, by its spectacle and power. Though the details have faded as he's grown, his fascination remains, and his search for the power to protect his loved ones allies him with the storm itself, bringing back a familiar scent, and memories he can't quite recall. (Pre-game to in-game, one-shot.)
Excerpt below cut.
A bright white flash lit up the room, and the loudest sound Zell had ever heard came with it. It was a tearing sound, like the sky above them was being ripped apart, followed by a boom that rattled the windows. All of the children clapped their hands over their ears and screamed, and Zell noticed a strange smell in the air, a hot smell, but a clean one, kind of like Matron's iron on laundry day. He opened his eyes and took his hands off his ears, and the first thing he noticed was silence.
No one said anything. Seifer had no smart remark, Quistis had no explanation. Instead, they, and the rest of the children, turned to him, and watched. Waited. They waited for his eyebrows to twitch, for his mouth to curve downward, for the flood of tears to start.
But he didn't cry. He didn't want to. Sure, the noise and light had scared him, but he wasn't still scared. He was excited.
More thunder rumbled in the distance, and Zell breathed in that peculiar scent again, grinning as the other kids wrinkled their noses at it, thrilled that they didn't understand what it was. That was the smell of power. Power to silence bullies and know-it-alls, power to be heard. He looked at them, and a big smile stretched across his face.
"Awesome!" he said, and went back to his blocks.
