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FFVIII: The Control
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairings: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall in a hospital bed. Timeline here.
You're pale in a hospital bed, paler than your sheets even, till I think we can almost see through you. But you're alive, you're alive and you can hold our hands and Squall, that's all that matters. Who gives a fuck about Garden, about the world, about your father who doesn't understand why we're here, hell, who even cares about the game at a time like this?
We were scared, Squall. So fucking scared we'd lose you. Tell him, Zell. Make him understand how we feared because I can't, the words get stuck, they won't come out right, because I was so afraid of losing him and now I'm so relieved...
I'm supposed to be strong for the two of you. I'm supposed to be able to lead and play with you both, to protect you both, too, from whatever I think threatens you. I've failed in that, guess I couldn't help with you feverish and... dying. Squall, you were dying... Maybe it's time I stopped pretending I have all the control here. I'm not a god, I'm... just a man.
You push yourself up in the bed and I don't even need to tell Zell to move to support you, holding you up, his arms strong and right around you. You're giving me that look. That stern, commanding look you use when you're in front of your SeeDs. The look you've used a few times when you want me to stop.
And you tell me what you want, for once.
You tell me what you've only told me when I forced you to, before. You look up at me, all blue-grey eyes and seriousness, and I can't look away. You tell me that you loved our games. You tell me that you loved it all, you lower your voice and I lean close to hear you whisper that you loved the feeling of me inside...
You tell me that I need to stop being an idiot.
That just like you, I can't always blame myself.
That just because we have to stop running, that doesn't mean we have to stop playing. Running isn't the only game to play.
And I can't help it, with you and Zell smiling, loving, things spilling from your eyes that we still can't say, not yet, not properly. I agree. We'll keep playing.
I lean close to you and you shiver as my lips brush over your ear, you shudder when my breath brushes over your neck, and you close your eyes, you look like you're in bliss, when I whisper, oh, whisper, that I love you.
Pairings: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall in a hospital bed. Timeline here.
You're pale in a hospital bed, paler than your sheets even, till I think we can almost see through you. But you're alive, you're alive and you can hold our hands and Squall, that's all that matters. Who gives a fuck about Garden, about the world, about your father who doesn't understand why we're here, hell, who even cares about the game at a time like this?
We were scared, Squall. So fucking scared we'd lose you. Tell him, Zell. Make him understand how we feared because I can't, the words get stuck, they won't come out right, because I was so afraid of losing him and now I'm so relieved...
I'm supposed to be strong for the two of you. I'm supposed to be able to lead and play with you both, to protect you both, too, from whatever I think threatens you. I've failed in that, guess I couldn't help with you feverish and... dying. Squall, you were dying... Maybe it's time I stopped pretending I have all the control here. I'm not a god, I'm... just a man.
You push yourself up in the bed and I don't even need to tell Zell to move to support you, holding you up, his arms strong and right around you. You're giving me that look. That stern, commanding look you use when you're in front of your SeeDs. The look you've used a few times when you want me to stop.
And you tell me what you want, for once.
You tell me what you've only told me when I forced you to, before. You look up at me, all blue-grey eyes and seriousness, and I can't look away. You tell me that you loved our games. You tell me that you loved it all, you lower your voice and I lean close to hear you whisper that you loved the feeling of me inside...
You tell me that I need to stop being an idiot.
That just like you, I can't always blame myself.
That just because we have to stop running, that doesn't mean we have to stop playing. Running isn't the only game to play.
And I can't help it, with you and Zell smiling, loving, things spilling from your eyes that we still can't say, not yet, not properly. I agree. We'll keep playing.
I lean close to you and you shiver as my lips brush over your ear, you shudder when my breath brushes over your neck, and you close your eyes, you look like you're in bliss, when I whisper, oh, whisper, that I love you.