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FFVIII: Start Over
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine is offered a chance to go back to Galbadia. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Irvine tips his hat back a little as he tries to take it all in: the changes and the similarities, alien themselves because of how long he'd been away. "Well, darlin'," he says, glancing at Squall, "you certainly have cleaned this place out."
"I had little to do with it."
Actually, as a matter of fact, Squall had everything to do with it. The Garden would've been just plain abandoned the way things were going: this trial and that trial of that SeeD and this SeeD for co-operation with Seifer Almasy and the sorceress. Squall had stepped in and taken it into his own hands. Galbadian SeeDs were everywhere now: the restored Trabia Garden, Balamb Garden, the new Garden that was based near Esthar, and very few in Galbadia Garden.
Irvine himself is one of the few Squall has given the option. He's still not sure what he'll answer.
"Could start all over again here," he says, softly. Squall shrugs.
"If you wanted to."
"I... I'm not sure."
The thing between Squall and Irvine is tenuous. Irvine isn't sure whether to call it the beginning stages of a relationship or just the remnants of a one night stand or three muddying the air. He has a feeling he should say something -- Squall certainly won't, or, more likely, can't, what with all his issues with emotion -- but he doesn't know what to say or how to open the conversation.
"Nobody would blame you for wanting to come back here."
The words slip out before he can stop himself. "Not even you?"
Squall hesitates, and then shrugs. "It's not as if you're going away forever."
Irvine steps closer, leaning down that tiny bit to look into Squall's eyes, half-hidden behind the tumble of his hair. His throat is a little constricted. It's the look on Squall's face that does it, vulnerable and yet still edged with ice. "Would you blame me if I did? If I decided never to see you again?"
"I'd hate you," he replies, after a beat. He reaches up and tangles his fingers in Irvine's hair, tugging him down and kissing him hard, a sudden passion that surprised Irvine when they first had sex. But, he thinks now, he should've known that the man would be hiding such feeling beneath that cool and professional exterior.
When Irvine pulls away, he looks around one more time. It feels familiar, but not like a homecoming. A visit to a familiar place, but not an extended stay. He smiles at Squall, brushing his hair back from his face. "I'll be coming back to Balamb with you, I think."
Squall doesn't smile, not quite, but there's a hint of it there, for a moment.
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine is offered a chance to go back to Galbadia. For
ff_flashfic.Irvine tips his hat back a little as he tries to take it all in: the changes and the similarities, alien themselves because of how long he'd been away. "Well, darlin'," he says, glancing at Squall, "you certainly have cleaned this place out."
"I had little to do with it."
Actually, as a matter of fact, Squall had everything to do with it. The Garden would've been just plain abandoned the way things were going: this trial and that trial of that SeeD and this SeeD for co-operation with Seifer Almasy and the sorceress. Squall had stepped in and taken it into his own hands. Galbadian SeeDs were everywhere now: the restored Trabia Garden, Balamb Garden, the new Garden that was based near Esthar, and very few in Galbadia Garden.
Irvine himself is one of the few Squall has given the option. He's still not sure what he'll answer.
"Could start all over again here," he says, softly. Squall shrugs.
"If you wanted to."
"I... I'm not sure."
The thing between Squall and Irvine is tenuous. Irvine isn't sure whether to call it the beginning stages of a relationship or just the remnants of a one night stand or three muddying the air. He has a feeling he should say something -- Squall certainly won't, or, more likely, can't, what with all his issues with emotion -- but he doesn't know what to say or how to open the conversation.
"Nobody would blame you for wanting to come back here."
The words slip out before he can stop himself. "Not even you?"
Squall hesitates, and then shrugs. "It's not as if you're going away forever."
Irvine steps closer, leaning down that tiny bit to look into Squall's eyes, half-hidden behind the tumble of his hair. His throat is a little constricted. It's the look on Squall's face that does it, vulnerable and yet still edged with ice. "Would you blame me if I did? If I decided never to see you again?"
"I'd hate you," he replies, after a beat. He reaches up and tangles his fingers in Irvine's hair, tugging him down and kissing him hard, a sudden passion that surprised Irvine when they first had sex. But, he thinks now, he should've known that the man would be hiding such feeling beneath that cool and professional exterior.
When Irvine pulls away, he looks around one more time. It feels familiar, but not like a homecoming. A visit to a familiar place, but not an extended stay. He smiles at Squall, brushing his hair back from his face. "I'll be coming back to Balamb with you, I think."
Squall doesn't smile, not quite, but there's a hint of it there, for a moment.
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You should write that one night stand. Totally. :33
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And I third the notion of writing that one night stand.
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I'm working on the one night stand, but KH2 has eaten my brain. You know, I've only played the first few "days" where you learn about how to play and I'm all "wanna write Seifer/Hayner omg"? x___x