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FFVIII: Harmony
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall and Rinoa have their dancing as Seifer and Squall have their fighting. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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They're fighting in the rain again.
It's not like they have nothing better to do, but Rinoa doesn't begrudge them their little brawls now and again. They laugh when she calls their fights that -- thinking she doesn't understand the delicate balance they hold between them, the way they push and give and clash in just the right places. But she does understand. It's like a dance -- like the dance she and Squall shared, and like she and Squall have harmony on the dancefloor, Seifer and Squall have their harmony when they fight.
Seifer and Rinoa don't have a harmony -- except maybe in the way they share Squall, the way they lead him. It's strange to think of it like that, but it's true. He's the one who doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what he wants. They keep a balance between what they want and what they know Squall needs.
Rinoa likes watching Seifer and Squall fight, as she's sure Seifer loves to watch her dance with Squall. She'd like to think she could dance to their tune, but she couldn't. She'd hate the rain -- plastering her hair to her head -- the heat of movement -- making her clothes stick to her with sweat despite the cold rain, the colder searching wind.
But Squall and Seifer act like it's their element. Rain and gloom and a slate grey sky the colour of Squall's eyes when he's just woken up. They make it theirs, like she and Squall dominate a dancefloor, and it's nice to watch the world stop around them. She doesn't understand all the technicalities -- the clever feints, the measured steps, the way their blades come together, perfectly calculated to bring a shower of sparks. But nonetheless she can see the skill in it, as Seifer knows that she and Squall are good dancers.
When they've done fighting -- although it hasn't stopped raining -- they talk for a while, in the rain, as if they don't care about how wet they're getting. Rinoa thinks that, quite possibly, they don't. Seifer puts a hand on a cut on Squall's side and casts a cure spell for him, and Squall traces a bit of potion over a cut on Seifer's cheek, and then like the final moves of a dance -- expected and comfortable and rehearsed -- Seifer pulls Squall closer and kisses him.
It's still raining.
Rinoa shuts the window and leaves them to it, smiling a little. They'll come to find her soon -- wet and cold -- and they'll find some interesting way to warm up properly. The thought makes her smile.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall and Rinoa have their dancing as Seifer and Squall have their fighting. For
ff_threesomes.They're fighting in the rain again.
It's not like they have nothing better to do, but Rinoa doesn't begrudge them their little brawls now and again. They laugh when she calls their fights that -- thinking she doesn't understand the delicate balance they hold between them, the way they push and give and clash in just the right places. But she does understand. It's like a dance -- like the dance she and Squall shared, and like she and Squall have harmony on the dancefloor, Seifer and Squall have their harmony when they fight.
Seifer and Rinoa don't have a harmony -- except maybe in the way they share Squall, the way they lead him. It's strange to think of it like that, but it's true. He's the one who doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what he wants. They keep a balance between what they want and what they know Squall needs.
Rinoa likes watching Seifer and Squall fight, as she's sure Seifer loves to watch her dance with Squall. She'd like to think she could dance to their tune, but she couldn't. She'd hate the rain -- plastering her hair to her head -- the heat of movement -- making her clothes stick to her with sweat despite the cold rain, the colder searching wind.
But Squall and Seifer act like it's their element. Rain and gloom and a slate grey sky the colour of Squall's eyes when he's just woken up. They make it theirs, like she and Squall dominate a dancefloor, and it's nice to watch the world stop around them. She doesn't understand all the technicalities -- the clever feints, the measured steps, the way their blades come together, perfectly calculated to bring a shower of sparks. But nonetheless she can see the skill in it, as Seifer knows that she and Squall are good dancers.
When they've done fighting -- although it hasn't stopped raining -- they talk for a while, in the rain, as if they don't care about how wet they're getting. Rinoa thinks that, quite possibly, they don't. Seifer puts a hand on a cut on Squall's side and casts a cure spell for him, and Squall traces a bit of potion over a cut on Seifer's cheek, and then like the final moves of a dance -- expected and comfortable and rehearsed -- Seifer pulls Squall closer and kisses him.
It's still raining.
Rinoa shuts the window and leaves them to it, smiling a little. They'll come to find her soon -- wet and cold -- and they'll find some interesting way to warm up properly. The thought makes her smile.
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