FFVIII: Truce
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: They're both kinda tired of rivalry. For
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Lionheart felt heavy in his hand. He didn't want to fight. Not that night. Not ever again for a long time. He was tired of it. But Seifer challenged, and he answered it, met it, always. That was the way it was.
"Leonhart," Seifer greeted him, saluting him lazily with Hyperion.
"Almasy."
"Been thinking..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I was thinking..." Seifer closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. "I admit I was thinking that maybe we shouldn't fight anymore."
"Growing up?"
"Getting bored."
Squall shrugged slightly, moving to lean on the wall next to Seifer, staring into the chaos of the training center. "Me too."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: They're both kinda tired of rivalry. For
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Lionheart felt heavy in his hand. He didn't want to fight. Not that night. Not ever again for a long time. He was tired of it. But Seifer challenged, and he answered it, met it, always. That was the way it was.
"Leonhart," Seifer greeted him, saluting him lazily with Hyperion.
"Almasy."
"Been thinking..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I was thinking..." Seifer closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. "I admit I was thinking that maybe we shouldn't fight anymore."
"Growing up?"
"Getting bored."
Squall shrugged slightly, moving to lean on the wall next to Seifer, staring into the chaos of the training center. "Me too."
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