Entry tags:
FFVIII: Hope
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Fujin, Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Fujin
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Substituting each other for the one they both want. For
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Fujin was surprised when Squall came up behind her, when his arms looped carefully around her waist, but then she wasn't as he rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed softly. She could hear the music -- the dancing -- the click of women's high heels against the dancefloor, and recognised what he'd been running from. Pity she wasn't really what he was running to, just a stop along the way, but she didn't mind, still doesn't. They could both touch something they wanted -- in some backward messed up way -- through each other, and she was quite used to that thought, that knowledge, even then.
He runs a hand down her side and sighs softly. "Rinoa wanted me to dance. Quistis wanted me to dance. Some new SeeD wanted me to dance and looked heartbroken when I said no."
"WON'T DANCE."
Squall was smiling. One of his rare, truly amused smiles. She thought she shouldn't love the way she could bring that smile out -- shouldn't love him at all, not any part of him -- but she did. Not the way she loved to make Seifer smile -- satisfied and cocky but mostly just whatever made him himself -- but in a similar way.
"I know you won't," he murmured, and kissed her neck lightly. That surprised her, too, the slight little open shard of affection, and she almost turned from looking up at the stars to look at him, maybe to kiss him, to let him hold her tightly. But she didn't. Instead she looked up to find comfort in the familiar constellations -- safe ground -- ground they'd covered before.
He pulled away after a moment and Fujin was almost -- almost -- disappointed. Then she finally turned to him, adjusting her eyepatch and raising an eyebrow and asking him without words if he really wanted to go back in there.
"There are rumours of him, you know, in there," he said, softly, and inclined his head slightly to indicate the dancing whirling couples. Her heart thudded -- once, twice -- and then stood still.
"ALIVE?"
"Yes." He took a deep breath -- took her hand, and tangled their fingers, and whether she liked it or not, they were attached -- they were together, for now, for this time and this place, without him. "Do you think he'll ever...?"
"BETTER NOT TO HOPE."
She watched his quiet disappointment, but it wasn't really disappointment, just confirmation of his sadness over it all. She sighed and stepped closer and let him hold her again. It was better not to talk about him -- better not to remember, better not to hold any hope. If he was coming back for them, he was coming back, and then would come other painful things -- choices and partings and probably rejections.
She might miss him, but she wasn't so terribly unhappy -- not really -- and especially not right then.
She kissed him. Pressed close to him. A little forceful, as he liked her. His arms tightened greedily and she let herself cling to him, to his strength and dependability and to all the things that came with that black and gold uniform with the little insignia of his rank. He was responsible -- could look after her -- and a leader -- he could tell her where to go from here. She needed that. He could tell her where to go even when he didn't know himself.
He shifted a little to whisper in her ear -- time, place -- and then pulled away and disappeared back into the glittering world he belonged in and hated.
They needed him, really, both of them -- but she wasn't eager for him to come back, to upturn the comfortable, comforting mess they'd made of themselves.
Fujin would be in Squall's room -- waiting -- in an hour. Just like he said. For now she turned back to the balcony, to the chill stone under her hands and the icy bite of the wind, and the far off loneliness of the stars. She let her thoughts wander -- let herself wonder where he was, whether he was staring up at those very same stars right then.
And then she turned away and forbade herself the dreaming, the wondering, the hoping.
Pairing: Squall/Fujin, Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Fujin
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Substituting each other for the one they both want. For
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Fujin was surprised when Squall came up behind her, when his arms looped carefully around her waist, but then she wasn't as he rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed softly. She could hear the music -- the dancing -- the click of women's high heels against the dancefloor, and recognised what he'd been running from. Pity she wasn't really what he was running to, just a stop along the way, but she didn't mind, still doesn't. They could both touch something they wanted -- in some backward messed up way -- through each other, and she was quite used to that thought, that knowledge, even then.
He runs a hand down her side and sighs softly. "Rinoa wanted me to dance. Quistis wanted me to dance. Some new SeeD wanted me to dance and looked heartbroken when I said no."
"WON'T DANCE."
Squall was smiling. One of his rare, truly amused smiles. She thought she shouldn't love the way she could bring that smile out -- shouldn't love him at all, not any part of him -- but she did. Not the way she loved to make Seifer smile -- satisfied and cocky but mostly just whatever made him himself -- but in a similar way.
"I know you won't," he murmured, and kissed her neck lightly. That surprised her, too, the slight little open shard of affection, and she almost turned from looking up at the stars to look at him, maybe to kiss him, to let him hold her tightly. But she didn't. Instead she looked up to find comfort in the familiar constellations -- safe ground -- ground they'd covered before.
He pulled away after a moment and Fujin was almost -- almost -- disappointed. Then she finally turned to him, adjusting her eyepatch and raising an eyebrow and asking him without words if he really wanted to go back in there.
"There are rumours of him, you know, in there," he said, softly, and inclined his head slightly to indicate the dancing whirling couples. Her heart thudded -- once, twice -- and then stood still.
"ALIVE?"
"Yes." He took a deep breath -- took her hand, and tangled their fingers, and whether she liked it or not, they were attached -- they were together, for now, for this time and this place, without him. "Do you think he'll ever...?"
"BETTER NOT TO HOPE."
She watched his quiet disappointment, but it wasn't really disappointment, just confirmation of his sadness over it all. She sighed and stepped closer and let him hold her again. It was better not to talk about him -- better not to remember, better not to hold any hope. If he was coming back for them, he was coming back, and then would come other painful things -- choices and partings and probably rejections.
She might miss him, but she wasn't so terribly unhappy -- not really -- and especially not right then.
She kissed him. Pressed close to him. A little forceful, as he liked her. His arms tightened greedily and she let herself cling to him, to his strength and dependability and to all the things that came with that black and gold uniform with the little insignia of his rank. He was responsible -- could look after her -- and a leader -- he could tell her where to go from here. She needed that. He could tell her where to go even when he didn't know himself.
He shifted a little to whisper in her ear -- time, place -- and then pulled away and disappeared back into the glittering world he belonged in and hated.
They needed him, really, both of them -- but she wasn't eager for him to come back, to upturn the comfortable, comforting mess they'd made of themselves.
Fujin would be in Squall's room -- waiting -- in an hour. Just like he said. For now she turned back to the balcony, to the chill stone under her hands and the icy bite of the wind, and the far off loneliness of the stars. She let her thoughts wander -- let herself wonder where he was, whether he was staring up at those very same stars right then.
And then she turned away and forbade herself the dreaming, the wondering, the hoping.