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FFVIII: Vanity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Fujin, Seifer/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Similarities and differences. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fated_children.
Fujin sometimes longed to be held, to be crushed close. Squall wasn't like that, though. Seifer had done it, once, when he had had more than friendly feelings for her. Before her eye was lost. He was so vain. So vain, and so arrogant, and so perfectly wretchedly easy to fall in love with. She remembered the scent of his trench coat, the green of his eyes, like they were going to swallow her up.
Squall wasn't easy to fall in love with. In fact, he repelled love, as fiercely as he could. But she insisted on trying to get close to him, because there was something about him... he wasn't arrogant. His eyes didn't burn. He wasn't vain and in fact he didn't care if she was attracted to him or hated the way he looked.
The one thing that was the same about them was the scent. When she pressed close to him, wanting him to wrap his arms around her and crush her close -- not gentle, she didn't want or need gentleness -- he smelt of gunpowder, just as Seifer had.
Pairing: Squall/Fujin, Seifer/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Similarities and differences. For
fated_children.Fujin sometimes longed to be held, to be crushed close. Squall wasn't like that, though. Seifer had done it, once, when he had had more than friendly feelings for her. Before her eye was lost. He was so vain. So vain, and so arrogant, and so perfectly wretchedly easy to fall in love with. She remembered the scent of his trench coat, the green of his eyes, like they were going to swallow her up.
Squall wasn't easy to fall in love with. In fact, he repelled love, as fiercely as he could. But she insisted on trying to get close to him, because there was something about him... he wasn't arrogant. His eyes didn't burn. He wasn't vain and in fact he didn't care if she was attracted to him or hated the way he looked.
The one thing that was the same about them was the scent. When she pressed close to him, wanting him to wrap his arms around her and crush her close -- not gentle, she didn't want or need gentleness -- he smelt of gunpowder, just as Seifer had.