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FFVIII: Shrapnel
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa, Seifer/Rinoa
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG13
Summary: He tried to stop her but couldn't resist. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Rinoa hated herself for it, afterwards, of course. She loved Squall -- loved him a lot, frowns and rare smiles and rolling his eyes and all of it. But she slept with Seifer. She doesn't even have a good reason. She was just feeling kind of alone -- Squall was working, and the others were on various missions, and she was supposed to stay out of trouble. Maybe sit in the library. And she hated that -- she hated Squall's brisk dismissal when she went to see him in his office.
So she went to Seifer's room. And he couldn't resist her, even though he gave her this look -- this sad, desperate look. And, in retrospect, she feels even sorrier, because she realises now that he loves her.
So she slept with Seifer. And then she told Squall -- didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking about work -- saying he had a busy day again the next day. And she just said it. Hot and angry and hurtful. "Fine," she'd said, "I'll go and fuck Seifer again, while you're at it, shall I?"
The look in his eyes... that'd hurt, and she'd tried... but she wouldn't lie to him. Not when he'd never lie to her. Squall was so fragile, she realised, ever so fragile, he needed careful handling and sometimes he came with fragile, don't bend stickers all over him like a parcel.
And she'd gone and bent him. And more than that, she'd broken him.
He'd just got up. Got up and left. Quistis slapped her. Angry and hurt, just like she'd been, and she got the point. She'd had no right.
Seifer'd known. He'd wanted her to go away until she got out of her reckless, careless mood -- but no. She'd kissed him. Pushed him down on his bed and he'd kissed back, sat down, let her touch him -- hadn't been able to resist even though he didn't want to let her get hurt when the shrapnel hit. Indirectly didn't want to hurt Squall, who'd been kind to him without any real reason to be.
She went to him, once Squall'd gone, once Quistis had come back from her mission and slapped her in the full view of the cafeteria. She clung to Seifer and cried into his shoulder, and he petted her and smoothed her hair and promised to always be there, always be her friend, never let her do something as stupid and hurtful and spiteful again.
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa, Seifer/Rinoa
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG13
Summary: He tried to stop her but couldn't resist. For
fated_children.Rinoa hated herself for it, afterwards, of course. She loved Squall -- loved him a lot, frowns and rare smiles and rolling his eyes and all of it. But she slept with Seifer. She doesn't even have a good reason. She was just feeling kind of alone -- Squall was working, and the others were on various missions, and she was supposed to stay out of trouble. Maybe sit in the library. And she hated that -- she hated Squall's brisk dismissal when she went to see him in his office.
So she went to Seifer's room. And he couldn't resist her, even though he gave her this look -- this sad, desperate look. And, in retrospect, she feels even sorrier, because she realises now that he loves her.
So she slept with Seifer. And then she told Squall -- didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking about work -- saying he had a busy day again the next day. And she just said it. Hot and angry and hurtful. "Fine," she'd said, "I'll go and fuck Seifer again, while you're at it, shall I?"
The look in his eyes... that'd hurt, and she'd tried... but she wouldn't lie to him. Not when he'd never lie to her. Squall was so fragile, she realised, ever so fragile, he needed careful handling and sometimes he came with fragile, don't bend stickers all over him like a parcel.
And she'd gone and bent him. And more than that, she'd broken him.
He'd just got up. Got up and left. Quistis slapped her. Angry and hurt, just like she'd been, and she got the point. She'd had no right.
Seifer'd known. He'd wanted her to go away until she got out of her reckless, careless mood -- but no. She'd kissed him. Pushed him down on his bed and he'd kissed back, sat down, let her touch him -- hadn't been able to resist even though he didn't want to let her get hurt when the shrapnel hit. Indirectly didn't want to hurt Squall, who'd been kind to him without any real reason to be.
She went to him, once Squall'd gone, once Quistis had come back from her mission and slapped her in the full view of the cafeteria. She clung to Seifer and cried into his shoulder, and he petted her and smoothed her hair and promised to always be there, always be her friend, never let her do something as stupid and hurtful and spiteful again.