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FFVIII: Calm Center
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Irvine and a rookie. For the Irvine fanwork-a-thon.
"What do we do?"
Irvine sighs softly. He finishes loading Exeter -- slow, deliberate movements -- and then looks up at the young SeeD, pale and frightened at his side. Just a boy, really. Just the same as any of them, but without the experience from hundreds, thousands of battles, so many of them against monsters unimagined by children scared of what lurks under the bed. All those hundreds have given Irvine a calm center, and he stands in that, and looks out.
"It's not a difficult monster to kill. If you take the offensive, I'll support."
"But -- "
"And I'll be shooting, of course."
Irvine's aim has improved so much even from what it was to begin with. The truth is, the battle will be over after his second shot -- just enough to give the kid time to think he's done something, not enough to prove tiresome or even remotely dangerous. He smiles a little, reassuringly, and wishes he has a tenth of Squall's command, or even Zell's -- Squall's intensity frightens them, Zell's inspires.
"Are you sure?" he asks, fearfully.
"If we stand around here," Irvine says, and smiles again, relaxed, easy, "it'll eat us either way."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Irvine and a rookie. For the Irvine fanwork-a-thon.
"What do we do?"
Irvine sighs softly. He finishes loading Exeter -- slow, deliberate movements -- and then looks up at the young SeeD, pale and frightened at his side. Just a boy, really. Just the same as any of them, but without the experience from hundreds, thousands of battles, so many of them against monsters unimagined by children scared of what lurks under the bed. All those hundreds have given Irvine a calm center, and he stands in that, and looks out.
"It's not a difficult monster to kill. If you take the offensive, I'll support."
"But -- "
"And I'll be shooting, of course."
Irvine's aim has improved so much even from what it was to begin with. The truth is, the battle will be over after his second shot -- just enough to give the kid time to think he's done something, not enough to prove tiresome or even remotely dangerous. He smiles a little, reassuringly, and wishes he has a tenth of Squall's command, or even Zell's -- Squall's intensity frightens them, Zell's inspires.
"Are you sure?" he asks, fearfully.
"If we stand around here," Irvine says, and smiles again, relaxed, easy, "it'll eat us either way."