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FFVIII: Blood
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Edea
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: The difference between right and wrong is gone. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"We did bad things."
Seifer's voice is low and defeated and Edea aches for him. She wants to wrap her arms around him and rock him and take all his pain away. He's like a son to her and yet in the years between she's done such things that she's not sure if she deserves to touch her almost-son. And he's done such things that maybe he doesn't deserve to touch her either. How can she know?
She's no longer one to say what's wrong or right.
"We did."
And they both know what others do not -- that it wasn't all control. That with that voice in their heads they did whatever it wanted. The rewards they had were ecstasy and bliss, like a drug, and they were addicted.
He looks at her, green eyes a naked wound, and she does reach for him. He's tall now, and she has to tilt her head up to smile at him as she wraps her arms around him. His arms wrap around her in return; crush her close.
"We've done such horrible, horrible things."
She nods.
They've tortured and killed and tasted blood. They've been half wild and they've revelled in it and no one understands the fierce uplifting joy it brought. Mindfucked but not entirely helpless, they did things they should've known were wrong.
Or she should have thought they were wrong, anyway. She doesn't judge anymore. Maybe those things were right and maybe finally surrendering and returning to what they had been was wrong. Maybe the taste of blood is the only taste right to know.
It makes her feel sick now.
He rests his forehead against hers.
"Forgive me," he says softly, and she shakes her head.
"I can't."
"Please."
"I can't."
He kisses her.
He's her almost-son, that should be wrong too, but instead she lets him, and he pulls her closer and she presses against him and kisses back, tastes blood and mindfuck in the taste of his mouth and remembers the bliss and ecstasy they both once felt.
Pairing: Seifer/Edea
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: The difference between right and wrong is gone. For
ff_flashfic."We did bad things."
Seifer's voice is low and defeated and Edea aches for him. She wants to wrap her arms around him and rock him and take all his pain away. He's like a son to her and yet in the years between she's done such things that she's not sure if she deserves to touch her almost-son. And he's done such things that maybe he doesn't deserve to touch her either. How can she know?
She's no longer one to say what's wrong or right.
"We did."
And they both know what others do not -- that it wasn't all control. That with that voice in their heads they did whatever it wanted. The rewards they had were ecstasy and bliss, like a drug, and they were addicted.
He looks at her, green eyes a naked wound, and she does reach for him. He's tall now, and she has to tilt her head up to smile at him as she wraps her arms around him. His arms wrap around her in return; crush her close.
"We've done such horrible, horrible things."
She nods.
They've tortured and killed and tasted blood. They've been half wild and they've revelled in it and no one understands the fierce uplifting joy it brought. Mindfucked but not entirely helpless, they did things they should've known were wrong.
Or she should have thought they were wrong, anyway. She doesn't judge anymore. Maybe those things were right and maybe finally surrendering and returning to what they had been was wrong. Maybe the taste of blood is the only taste right to know.
It makes her feel sick now.
He rests his forehead against hers.
"Forgive me," he says softly, and she shakes her head.
"I can't."
"Please."
"I can't."
He kisses her.
He's her almost-son, that should be wrong too, but instead she lets him, and he pulls her closer and she presses against him and kisses back, tastes blood and mindfuck in the taste of his mouth and remembers the bliss and ecstasy they both once felt.
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