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FFVIII: No Man's Land
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Alternate Universe, angst
Rating: G
Summary: Love in the trenches. Total AU for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Hey, wake up, Leonhart."
Squall opened his eyes slowly, reaching up to rub at them. Seifer leaned over him, snorting softly and rubbing some dirt off his cheek with an even dirtier handkerchief. "We're supposed to go over the top soon. I'd've thought you'd be scared."
"No."
"Cool as a cucumber, huh?"
Squall got up carefully, pushing Seifer away from him and stretching out, straightening his back and trying to work a kink out of his neck from sleeping in the uncomfortable position forced on him by the conditions in the trench. "It's been raining again?"
Seifer nodded slightly, getting up on the step to peer over the top of the trench, scanning the area and keeping his hand on his gun in case someone was trying a sneak attack across no man's land. "All day. It's a mess out there. I predict more than half of us will get stuck in the mud... I don't know what the officers are thinking."
"Probably that there's not much else we can do."
"I could think of something," Seifer said, carelessly. "I've seen people make every mistake it's possible to make out there. I'm not going to make any at all."
Squall shrugged, going through his bag and looking for something to eat. He had spare rations, somewhere, given to him by an admirer -- not much to show for being one of the longest surviving soldiers and one considered just about the bravest and smartest in that trench. "We all made a mistake in signing up for this war. Want something to eat?"
"Couldn't eat now."
"Thought you wouldn't be nervous. We've done this before, after all."
"Who said I'm nervous? I just don't want to be running on a full stomach."
"Whatever."
Seifer snorted softly, getting down from the step and sitting down close to Squall, leaning against him a little and stealing a small bite of the ration bar he was eating. "There, see? I ate. I'm not too scared to eat. Just... don't you get nervous at all?"
"If I'm going to die, I'm going to die. No use worrying about it."
"Going to give me a good luck kiss?"
Squall's reply was half hearted as he shoved gently at Seifer. "Get lost."
"Fatalistic and cruel. I'm broken hearted."
Squall rolled his eyes and finished his food, standing up to try and find the sun in the sky to try and judge the time. Finally, he gave up, sitting back down and closing his eyes. "I hope they aren't planning on having us go across in the dark."
"That's exactly what they're planning," Seifer snorted, stretching a little. "They want us to go across in a stealthy manner, slip into their trenches, cause havoc, and probably die in the attempt. It's a waste of life. If they'd give us some half decent grenades we wouldn't need to get as close..."
"But no doubt there'd be plenty of accidents. They're not expecting us to come back, this time, then."
"They never do."
"I suppose not."
Squall shifted a little closer and Seifer let their arms touch. That was a lot, from Squall. He wouldn't hope for more.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Alternate Universe, angst
Rating: G
Summary: Love in the trenches. Total AU for
au_abc."Hey, wake up, Leonhart."
Squall opened his eyes slowly, reaching up to rub at them. Seifer leaned over him, snorting softly and rubbing some dirt off his cheek with an even dirtier handkerchief. "We're supposed to go over the top soon. I'd've thought you'd be scared."
"No."
"Cool as a cucumber, huh?"
Squall got up carefully, pushing Seifer away from him and stretching out, straightening his back and trying to work a kink out of his neck from sleeping in the uncomfortable position forced on him by the conditions in the trench. "It's been raining again?"
Seifer nodded slightly, getting up on the step to peer over the top of the trench, scanning the area and keeping his hand on his gun in case someone was trying a sneak attack across no man's land. "All day. It's a mess out there. I predict more than half of us will get stuck in the mud... I don't know what the officers are thinking."
"Probably that there's not much else we can do."
"I could think of something," Seifer said, carelessly. "I've seen people make every mistake it's possible to make out there. I'm not going to make any at all."
Squall shrugged, going through his bag and looking for something to eat. He had spare rations, somewhere, given to him by an admirer -- not much to show for being one of the longest surviving soldiers and one considered just about the bravest and smartest in that trench. "We all made a mistake in signing up for this war. Want something to eat?"
"Couldn't eat now."
"Thought you wouldn't be nervous. We've done this before, after all."
"Who said I'm nervous? I just don't want to be running on a full stomach."
"Whatever."
Seifer snorted softly, getting down from the step and sitting down close to Squall, leaning against him a little and stealing a small bite of the ration bar he was eating. "There, see? I ate. I'm not too scared to eat. Just... don't you get nervous at all?"
"If I'm going to die, I'm going to die. No use worrying about it."
"Going to give me a good luck kiss?"
Squall's reply was half hearted as he shoved gently at Seifer. "Get lost."
"Fatalistic and cruel. I'm broken hearted."
Squall rolled his eyes and finished his food, standing up to try and find the sun in the sky to try and judge the time. Finally, he gave up, sitting back down and closing his eyes. "I hope they aren't planning on having us go across in the dark."
"That's exactly what they're planning," Seifer snorted, stretching a little. "They want us to go across in a stealthy manner, slip into their trenches, cause havoc, and probably die in the attempt. It's a waste of life. If they'd give us some half decent grenades we wouldn't need to get as close..."
"But no doubt there'd be plenty of accidents. They're not expecting us to come back, this time, then."
"They never do."
"I suppose not."
Squall shifted a little closer and Seifer let their arms touch. That was a lot, from Squall. He wouldn't hope for more.
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