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FFVIII: Honour Among Knights
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Implied suicide
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall does something for a good enemy. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Seifer."
Squall's voice was soft, no louder than his breathing, but I heard him. I got up, crept to the bars of my cell, pressed my face against them. I knew he was there, in the dark of the corridor, but I couldn't see him. I didn't need to. I knew he was there and I knew what he was there for. I knew, too, that he didn't need my answer, but I gave it anyway. "Squall."
"Be quiet."
I didn't say anything more. He stepped warily out of the shadow, towards the bars, and touched my hand where it curled around the bar. It wasn't a warm gesture, or a comforting one, just a sort of greeting. I nodded slightly. I could hear the soft breathing of the guards, two of them, both asleep. I raised an eyebrow at Squall and he nodded. Maybe he even smiled.
I always hated sleep spells. But I always used them. The lowest cheapest trick.
I used whatever tricks I had handy, really.
He waited a few more heartbeats. "I hope you're uncomfortable in there."
"I deserve it," I agreed.
"The guards won't wake now until morning. You're to be executed in ten days time, they say. They haven't decided on the method yet. It'll be something public. Probably a firing squad."
He didn't take any relish in what he was telling me, but his tone suggested to me that he thought I deserved it. But he knew that I hated cages, hated the bars in front of me, and I would hate all the eyes on me, all the spitting and jeering and taunting that goes with public executions since time out of mind.
Friend or foe, he wouldn't abandon me to that.
He passed something through the bars, pushed it right into my hand. "Here."
"Am I supposed to thank you?"
"No."
He left, then, left me in the dark with the thing solid in my hand and his words of execution and firing squads fixed there in my head like cold stone walls I couldn't batter down or escape from.
Honour among Knights and a knife for mercy.
That's all Squall had for me, and that's all I'll take.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Implied suicide
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall does something for a good enemy. For
30enemies."Seifer."
Squall's voice was soft, no louder than his breathing, but I heard him. I got up, crept to the bars of my cell, pressed my face against them. I knew he was there, in the dark of the corridor, but I couldn't see him. I didn't need to. I knew he was there and I knew what he was there for. I knew, too, that he didn't need my answer, but I gave it anyway. "Squall."
"Be quiet."
I didn't say anything more. He stepped warily out of the shadow, towards the bars, and touched my hand where it curled around the bar. It wasn't a warm gesture, or a comforting one, just a sort of greeting. I nodded slightly. I could hear the soft breathing of the guards, two of them, both asleep. I raised an eyebrow at Squall and he nodded. Maybe he even smiled.
I always hated sleep spells. But I always used them. The lowest cheapest trick.
I used whatever tricks I had handy, really.
He waited a few more heartbeats. "I hope you're uncomfortable in there."
"I deserve it," I agreed.
"The guards won't wake now until morning. You're to be executed in ten days time, they say. They haven't decided on the method yet. It'll be something public. Probably a firing squad."
He didn't take any relish in what he was telling me, but his tone suggested to me that he thought I deserved it. But he knew that I hated cages, hated the bars in front of me, and I would hate all the eyes on me, all the spitting and jeering and taunting that goes with public executions since time out of mind.
Friend or foe, he wouldn't abandon me to that.
He passed something through the bars, pushed it right into my hand. "Here."
"Am I supposed to thank you?"
"No."
He left, then, left me in the dark with the thing solid in my hand and his words of execution and firing squads fixed there in my head like cold stone walls I couldn't batter down or escape from.
Honour among Knights and a knife for mercy.
That's all Squall had for me, and that's all I'll take.
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