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FFVIII: Habits
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Habits form. Timeline here.
It soon became habit, to meet after Squall's work was all done and Zell was tired enough to be quiet, and Seifer had done with whatever Seifer did all day. It was a habit to all collapse together in front of the tv and watch whatever crap was on, or if someone could be bothered, whatever movie had been rented. And other little habits crept in with it.
When they were watching something that was supposed to be scary, even if it wasn't actually, they would gradually creep closer together. It inevitably started with them all three sat on the sofa, and would end with them all tangled together somehow.
Even if it wasn't scary, there were habits they formed. Seifer would always sit on the left of the couch, Squall on the right, but at the end of the movie there'd be no distance between them at all and no indication of how that'd happened. Zell would always start sitting on the floor, somewhere in the middle, and he'd end with his back leaning against their legs.
They didn't talk about it, but it occured to them all on several occassions that they knew what was happening. And none of them made an effort to stop it.
Little habits grew into big habits that, if broken, would have made things feel wrong. And the big habits grew habits of their own, like the soft drag of Seifer's fingers through Squall's hair when they crowded close, like the way Zell's head inerringly found Squall's knee.
And then came the day when all three realised, with nothing more than a smile and a shared look, that there was no stopping it now.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Habits form. Timeline here.
It soon became habit, to meet after Squall's work was all done and Zell was tired enough to be quiet, and Seifer had done with whatever Seifer did all day. It was a habit to all collapse together in front of the tv and watch whatever crap was on, or if someone could be bothered, whatever movie had been rented. And other little habits crept in with it.
When they were watching something that was supposed to be scary, even if it wasn't actually, they would gradually creep closer together. It inevitably started with them all three sat on the sofa, and would end with them all tangled together somehow.
Even if it wasn't scary, there were habits they formed. Seifer would always sit on the left of the couch, Squall on the right, but at the end of the movie there'd be no distance between them at all and no indication of how that'd happened. Zell would always start sitting on the floor, somewhere in the middle, and he'd end with his back leaning against their legs.
They didn't talk about it, but it occured to them all on several occassions that they knew what was happening. And none of them made an effort to stop it.
Little habits grew into big habits that, if broken, would have made things feel wrong. And the big habits grew habits of their own, like the soft drag of Seifer's fingers through Squall's hair when they crowded close, like the way Zell's head inerringly found Squall's knee.
And then came the day when all three realised, with nothing more than a smile and a shared look, that there was no stopping it now.