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FFVIII: Sticks and Swords
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Choice of weapons. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_fantasies.
There was never really any question what weapons they'd pick. They'd decided from the moment they first made wooden swords from sticks and playfought on the beach in front of the Orphanage, under Edea's watchful eye. They were rough with each other then, but friends, too, and they decided then and there that they'd both go on to Garden and both wield a blade.
When Ellone left, well, Squall closed up and shut himself in, but the play swordfights continued. They were a little rougher then, leaving bruises and scratches and scrapes, but they were still friends. Somewhere under that they were still friends. When Squall's stick scratched a bloody line in Seifer's cheek, he dropped it and hurried to help him, apologising all the while, forgetting to be closed off.
When he got to Garden, Seifer'd been half expecting the same thing to go on, on and on forever. Not quite friends but never enemies.
But they weren't playfighting anymore.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Choice of weapons. For
30_fantasies.There was never really any question what weapons they'd pick. They'd decided from the moment they first made wooden swords from sticks and playfought on the beach in front of the Orphanage, under Edea's watchful eye. They were rough with each other then, but friends, too, and they decided then and there that they'd both go on to Garden and both wield a blade.
When Ellone left, well, Squall closed up and shut himself in, but the play swordfights continued. They were a little rougher then, leaving bruises and scratches and scrapes, but they were still friends. Somewhere under that they were still friends. When Squall's stick scratched a bloody line in Seifer's cheek, he dropped it and hurried to help him, apologising all the while, forgetting to be closed off.
When he got to Garden, Seifer'd been half expecting the same thing to go on, on and on forever. Not quite friends but never enemies.
But they weren't playfighting anymore.
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