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FFVIII: Catching
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer never catches any fish. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7snogs.
Sunset on the Balamb side of the world, and Seifer hasn't caught any fish, but the sun catches the waves and floods them with fire. Raijin and Fujin packed up and left half an hour ago, but Seifer wouldn't go. Too stubborn.
And he had thoughts of his own to think, out in the fresh air.
He curses quietly to himself when he feels eyes on him. It's been a while since people really felt the need to stop and stare and point fingers, but people new to the town or just visiting often do when they realise just who he is.
He's learnt to reach for his weapons.
First the fishing pole. Cut the line off and you have a staff. He does that with one quick movement and reaches for Hyperion. Fuck fishing, he sort of values his skin and enjoys having his blood inside.
He hears steps coming towards him and hurls the staff to trip whoever it is, turning quickly, drawing out Hyperion and then dropping it when he sees who it is. "Shit, Squall -- "
Seifer catches him in his arms, laughing suddenly at the pissed off expression on his face, steadying him carefully.
He thinks with relief that he did catch something.
Squall kisses him and he forgets about thinking.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer never catches any fish. For
7snogs.Sunset on the Balamb side of the world, and Seifer hasn't caught any fish, but the sun catches the waves and floods them with fire. Raijin and Fujin packed up and left half an hour ago, but Seifer wouldn't go. Too stubborn.
And he had thoughts of his own to think, out in the fresh air.
He curses quietly to himself when he feels eyes on him. It's been a while since people really felt the need to stop and stare and point fingers, but people new to the town or just visiting often do when they realise just who he is.
He's learnt to reach for his weapons.
First the fishing pole. Cut the line off and you have a staff. He does that with one quick movement and reaches for Hyperion. Fuck fishing, he sort of values his skin and enjoys having his blood inside.
He hears steps coming towards him and hurls the staff to trip whoever it is, turning quickly, drawing out Hyperion and then dropping it when he sees who it is. "Shit, Squall -- "
Seifer catches him in his arms, laughing suddenly at the pissed off expression on his face, steadying him carefully.
He thinks with relief that he did catch something.
Squall kisses him and he forgets about thinking.