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FFVIII: Captured
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa, Seifer/Rinoa, Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer has found a kind of peace. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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For a moment, after they'd trained all they could, Seifer just stood still and felt. Felt the barely noticable warmth of the sun, the chill of the breeze, listened to the sound of the wind in the nearby trees, listened for monsters, scanned the surroundings...
Rinoa was shivering. Only a little, but he could see it, damned perceptive as he was and always had been. Training with her, for all her sorceress magic and her hard won skills, was nowhere near as challenging as sparring her boyfriend. Seifer'd barely worked up a sweat and was just pleasantly warm, in comparison to how hot Rinoa had got and how cold she was now on the chilly winter afternoon. So he shrugged out of his trenchcoat and draped it over her shoulders.
"Squall will have my guts for garters if I let you catch a cold."
She clutched the trenchcoat around her, glaring at him a little. "Don't laugh at me, Seifer. I'm just not used to the weather round here. I don't know why, but it always seemed warmer in Timber."
"I'm not laughing. Maybe you're just spending too much time in bed with Squall."
Seifer was being truthful. He'd been blessed with the wonderful ability to be able to keep a completely straight face when he wanted to. Rinoa knew it, and hit him lightly in the chest for it, going to find her bottle of water they'd left back at a conspicuous rock.
He'd captured a kind of peace, he realised. He loved her, still, always, and loved Squall more than he'd ever thought he would, and watched them both happy together, and found a strange kind of contentment in the fact that they were happy in a way he had never made either of them. Rinoa was more beautiful than she'd ever been, even right now, her hair in an untidy mess and her face hot and flushed.
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa, Seifer/Rinoa, Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer has found a kind of peace. For
fated_children.For a moment, after they'd trained all they could, Seifer just stood still and felt. Felt the barely noticable warmth of the sun, the chill of the breeze, listened to the sound of the wind in the nearby trees, listened for monsters, scanned the surroundings...
Rinoa was shivering. Only a little, but he could see it, damned perceptive as he was and always had been. Training with her, for all her sorceress magic and her hard won skills, was nowhere near as challenging as sparring her boyfriend. Seifer'd barely worked up a sweat and was just pleasantly warm, in comparison to how hot Rinoa had got and how cold she was now on the chilly winter afternoon. So he shrugged out of his trenchcoat and draped it over her shoulders.
"Squall will have my guts for garters if I let you catch a cold."
She clutched the trenchcoat around her, glaring at him a little. "Don't laugh at me, Seifer. I'm just not used to the weather round here. I don't know why, but it always seemed warmer in Timber."
"I'm not laughing. Maybe you're just spending too much time in bed with Squall."
Seifer was being truthful. He'd been blessed with the wonderful ability to be able to keep a completely straight face when he wanted to. Rinoa knew it, and hit him lightly in the chest for it, going to find her bottle of water they'd left back at a conspicuous rock.
He'd captured a kind of peace, he realised. He loved her, still, always, and loved Squall more than he'd ever thought he would, and watched them both happy together, and found a strange kind of contentment in the fact that they were happy in a way he had never made either of them. Rinoa was more beautiful than she'd ever been, even right now, her hair in an untidy mess and her face hot and flushed.