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FFVIII: Stay
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer visits to find some things have changed, but others haven't. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
thirtyforthree.
"Shit, he's tiny."
"A day old," Squall says, softly. He shifts slightly, cradling the baby in his arms with a kind of tender care Seifer never expected to see from his rival. Sure, Squall wasn't brutal or anything like that, but he still used to have a kind of roughness to his touches that Seifer would've thought Rinoa would find unappealing. Apparently not, since she's sat in bed watching Squall with a tenderness in her eyes that matches his.
"Congratulations," Seifer says, with some difficulty. It seems to be what they're expecting, though, so he doesn't grudge it. It's just -- hard. He came her, hoping they might have some place for him. One or both. That they might still harbour feelings for him. And here they are, so obviously in love with each other, and a tiny kid in Squall's arms to prove that all's right in paradise.
"Want to hold him?"
Seifer's eyes widen. "I don't -- I'll -- I... yes."
Squall smiles a little. Smiles, making Seifer's heart skip a beat. Carefully, he takes the baby from Squall, letting himself be instructed on exactly how to hold the kid, learning in just a moment the fragility and enormity of that single little life.
"Oh," is all he finds to say. Rinoa slips out of bed, wearing only a night gown -- and he looks away from her quickly, ignoring the way one strap is falling down her shoulder, ignoring the sweet smile, the slightly mussed effect on her hair. She comes to stand beside him, reaching to touch the kid for a moment as if she can't keep away.
"His name is Alex," she says, for a moment almost leaning against him and confusing him with the warmth and almost affection of the way she glances up at him. He tears his eyes away and manages to evade both of them, only looking down at the kid. After a moment, he carefully gives Alex to Rinoa and watches as she goes to put him down comfortably.
"I guess I'm not welcome here, then," he says, softly.
Squall looks up at him quickly. "Why wouldn't you be welcome?"
"Well..."
"Oh, just tell him, Squall, angst doesn't become him," Rinoa says, with a little quirky smile. She tucks the kid in and then turns to face Seifer, thankfully rescuing the strap of her dress from where it was slipping down her arm. "It never has."
"We've been looking for you anyway," Squall says, simply. "We missed you."
"I -- "
"We want you," Rinoa says, knowing that Squall wasn't specific enough. She huffs at Seifer's continuing confusion and moves to kiss him -- her kiss a little more experienced than the kiss he remembers; just as soft but more knowing.
"Stay," Squall says, nodding agreement. Seifer turns to him in confusion and finds himself kissed again, the kind of kiss Squall never gave him, so soft and gentle it catches at the heart. He puts an arm around Squall and lets Rinoa lean against him and then holds them both, wondering what this means, how things will work out. There's a lump in his throat.
"I'll stay."
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer visits to find some things have changed, but others haven't. For
thirtyforthree."Shit, he's tiny."
"A day old," Squall says, softly. He shifts slightly, cradling the baby in his arms with a kind of tender care Seifer never expected to see from his rival. Sure, Squall wasn't brutal or anything like that, but he still used to have a kind of roughness to his touches that Seifer would've thought Rinoa would find unappealing. Apparently not, since she's sat in bed watching Squall with a tenderness in her eyes that matches his.
"Congratulations," Seifer says, with some difficulty. It seems to be what they're expecting, though, so he doesn't grudge it. It's just -- hard. He came her, hoping they might have some place for him. One or both. That they might still harbour feelings for him. And here they are, so obviously in love with each other, and a tiny kid in Squall's arms to prove that all's right in paradise.
"Want to hold him?"
Seifer's eyes widen. "I don't -- I'll -- I... yes."
Squall smiles a little. Smiles, making Seifer's heart skip a beat. Carefully, he takes the baby from Squall, letting himself be instructed on exactly how to hold the kid, learning in just a moment the fragility and enormity of that single little life.
"Oh," is all he finds to say. Rinoa slips out of bed, wearing only a night gown -- and he looks away from her quickly, ignoring the way one strap is falling down her shoulder, ignoring the sweet smile, the slightly mussed effect on her hair. She comes to stand beside him, reaching to touch the kid for a moment as if she can't keep away.
"His name is Alex," she says, for a moment almost leaning against him and confusing him with the warmth and almost affection of the way she glances up at him. He tears his eyes away and manages to evade both of them, only looking down at the kid. After a moment, he carefully gives Alex to Rinoa and watches as she goes to put him down comfortably.
"I guess I'm not welcome here, then," he says, softly.
Squall looks up at him quickly. "Why wouldn't you be welcome?"
"Well..."
"Oh, just tell him, Squall, angst doesn't become him," Rinoa says, with a little quirky smile. She tucks the kid in and then turns to face Seifer, thankfully rescuing the strap of her dress from where it was slipping down her arm. "It never has."
"We've been looking for you anyway," Squall says, simply. "We missed you."
"I -- "
"We want you," Rinoa says, knowing that Squall wasn't specific enough. She huffs at Seifer's continuing confusion and moves to kiss him -- her kiss a little more experienced than the kiss he remembers; just as soft but more knowing.
"Stay," Squall says, nodding agreement. Seifer turns to him in confusion and finds himself kissed again, the kind of kiss Squall never gave him, so soft and gentle it catches at the heart. He puts an arm around Squall and lets Rinoa lean against him and then holds them both, wondering what this means, how things will work out. There's a lump in his throat.
"I'll stay."
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