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FFVIII: Sin of Pride
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: It would've made a great ending.
It would've been a face off. A dramatic, wonderful ending. It would have been, if Seifer wasn't stood there, contrite, head bowed a little, shoulders more rounded. He straightened up, but he wasn't threatening. Not at all. Just ashamed, but still proud. Proud of his own strength, of the damage he'd done, even if it was on the wrong side. Proud of what he'd achieved, even if it meant nothing now.
But he was quiet.
"Squall," he said softly, unchallenging.
Squall looked at him, looked and looked and couldn't understand what had changed. "Yes?" he asked -- he talked more now, it was true, but he'd never be talkative and he'd always known that it was the simplest little things that unlocked people, made them talk, sometimes made them spill their guts, as if they thought he'd listen because he was quiet and calm.
Seifer looked him up and down with a bittersweet smile. The scar across his face, still the same, the leather and the belts, of course, had not changed. The same, slightly mussed up brown hair. And the same eyes, just a touch more emotional now, grey steel, as they had always been. "I've missed you."
"You've been fighting me all this time," Squall said, a little confused, wondering why Seifer had missed him.
Seifer took a step closer to him; drawn, perhaps, by curiosity at the subtle differences in his ex-rival.
"I've seen you, but it's not like I've been able to have a casual trading of insults with you," his mouth edged upwards, into a little smile.
"Why have you missed that?" Squall asked, arching an eyebrow. Seifer resisted the urge to just break and beg for forgiveness from this man. He knew it wouldn't do any good anyway, and it would go against everything Seifer was. Would betray the pride that still kept his head held high.
"Would you believe me if I said I love you, Leonhart?" Seifer asked, almost idly, the question coming out of nowhere, designed to shock Squall. But also the truth, well-hidden beneath a rather mocking look.
Squall looked at him, his face a mask of indifference. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what Seifer was up to now. Didn't understand him anymore. "No."
"Ah." Seifer turned away, waved a nonchalent hand at Squall, smiling, "I'll see ya 'round."
But he knew he wouldn't. Having said that - the closest he could get to a confession of how he'd felt for Squall since... forever, it felt like forever anyway - Seifer had nothing more to do with Garden. He walked out of Squall's life, and left him to whatever made him happy.
He wasn't one to mope about, usually. But even he had to admit that from that day, he was a much more subdued, sadder man. Too proud to beg for forgiveness, too proud to admit that all he had was pride and one driving love, he'd let the one thing that could have made him feel truly happy, truly forgiven, slip out of his life.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: It would've made a great ending.
It would've been a face off. A dramatic, wonderful ending. It would have been, if Seifer wasn't stood there, contrite, head bowed a little, shoulders more rounded. He straightened up, but he wasn't threatening. Not at all. Just ashamed, but still proud. Proud of his own strength, of the damage he'd done, even if it was on the wrong side. Proud of what he'd achieved, even if it meant nothing now.
But he was quiet.
"Squall," he said softly, unchallenging.
Squall looked at him, looked and looked and couldn't understand what had changed. "Yes?" he asked -- he talked more now, it was true, but he'd never be talkative and he'd always known that it was the simplest little things that unlocked people, made them talk, sometimes made them spill their guts, as if they thought he'd listen because he was quiet and calm.
Seifer looked him up and down with a bittersweet smile. The scar across his face, still the same, the leather and the belts, of course, had not changed. The same, slightly mussed up brown hair. And the same eyes, just a touch more emotional now, grey steel, as they had always been. "I've missed you."
"You've been fighting me all this time," Squall said, a little confused, wondering why Seifer had missed him.
Seifer took a step closer to him; drawn, perhaps, by curiosity at the subtle differences in his ex-rival.
"I've seen you, but it's not like I've been able to have a casual trading of insults with you," his mouth edged upwards, into a little smile.
"Why have you missed that?" Squall asked, arching an eyebrow. Seifer resisted the urge to just break and beg for forgiveness from this man. He knew it wouldn't do any good anyway, and it would go against everything Seifer was. Would betray the pride that still kept his head held high.
"Would you believe me if I said I love you, Leonhart?" Seifer asked, almost idly, the question coming out of nowhere, designed to shock Squall. But also the truth, well-hidden beneath a rather mocking look.
Squall looked at him, his face a mask of indifference. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what Seifer was up to now. Didn't understand him anymore. "No."
"Ah." Seifer turned away, waved a nonchalent hand at Squall, smiling, "I'll see ya 'round."
But he knew he wouldn't. Having said that - the closest he could get to a confession of how he'd felt for Squall since... forever, it felt like forever anyway - Seifer had nothing more to do with Garden. He walked out of Squall's life, and left him to whatever made him happy.
He wasn't one to mope about, usually. But even he had to admit that from that day, he was a much more subdued, sadder man. Too proud to beg for forgiveness, too proud to admit that all he had was pride and one driving love, he'd let the one thing that could have made him feel truly happy, truly forgiven, slip out of his life.