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FFVIII: Blurred Reality
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer isn't sure what's dream and what's mindfuck now.
Time Compression was just a mess. Seifer wasn't sure of anything, wasn't sure if he was alive or dead or free or in some dream Ultimecia had created for him. When he found Rinoa, he didn't know whether to kill her (which had always proved best during those horrible fucking days when his life was a dream) or spare her, didn't know whether to throw himself down next to her and quietly beg her for forgiveness or just snap her neck.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer isn't sure what's dream and what's mindfuck now.
Time Compression was just a mess. Seifer wasn't sure of anything, wasn't sure if he was alive or dead or free or in some dream Ultimecia had created for him. When he found Rinoa, he didn't know whether to kill her (which had always proved best during those horrible fucking days when his life was a dream) or spare her, didn't know whether to throw himself down next to her and quietly beg her for forgiveness or just snap her neck.
She was unconscious. She stirred, her lips parted, and she breathed something. A soft word or name, a soft whispered phrase. He leaned closer, recognised it, and found that it didn't hurt. He didn't deserve her and she and Squall were just about fucking perfect for each other.
Ultimecia didn't know anything about love. So this dream couldn't be a dream, somehow, in all the confusion, he was alive, he was free.
He watched over Rinoa until she seemed to stir, and then he left as quickly as he could, disappearing into Time Compression to find his own way home.