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FFVIII: Snatch
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall will never let on how much she affected him. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100moods.
Squall never really figured he'd feel like this about anyone. Certainly someone he had only danced with, and that for only one song. Someone he'd barely spoken to -- though he supposed that since he barely spoke to anyone, it was a given that he'd eventually be interested in someone who he hadn't had that many conversations with. It alarmed him a little, actually, that before he quite walked into his new dorm that night he stood for a moment in the dark, trying to recapture the feeling of lightness and energy he'd felt when dancing her -- trying to focus back on the brief tantalising scent of her shampoo and the fresh scent of her perfume.
He'd never felt so off balance before and that was, really, the problem. He didn't know how to deal with it. He went into his dorm that night and sat on his bed, staring into the darkness and trying not to think of her dark eyes and that bewitching little smile.
In the end, he decided to deal with it as he would deal with everything. He wasn't likely to see her again anyway, he reminded himself, and then lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He would pretend she didn't exist. He would try to forget that brief snatch at happiness on the dancefloor and the shooting star. He would act as if she didn't affect him.
If he ever met her again, Squall wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep that up.
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall will never let on how much she affected him. For
100moods.Squall never really figured he'd feel like this about anyone. Certainly someone he had only danced with, and that for only one song. Someone he'd barely spoken to -- though he supposed that since he barely spoke to anyone, it was a given that he'd eventually be interested in someone who he hadn't had that many conversations with. It alarmed him a little, actually, that before he quite walked into his new dorm that night he stood for a moment in the dark, trying to recapture the feeling of lightness and energy he'd felt when dancing her -- trying to focus back on the brief tantalising scent of her shampoo and the fresh scent of her perfume.
He'd never felt so off balance before and that was, really, the problem. He didn't know how to deal with it. He went into his dorm that night and sat on his bed, staring into the darkness and trying not to think of her dark eyes and that bewitching little smile.
In the end, he decided to deal with it as he would deal with everything. He wasn't likely to see her again anyway, he reminded himself, and then lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He would pretend she didn't exist. He would try to forget that brief snatch at happiness on the dancefloor and the shooting star. He would act as if she didn't affect him.
If he ever met her again, Squall wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep that up.