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FFVIII: The Right Thing
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: G
Summary: And then there were only two. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Raijin didn't know what to do when he realised Fujin was crying. He'd barely even known her to show any emotion -- except anger, and he always got the feeling that even that was only mild irritation, violent as it could make her. It was a worrying thing, then, to find her crying -- Seifer was the captain, she the second in command, and him, well, he followed. He followed the two of them, always so much stronger than him, and so... to find that illusion shattered, that was hard.
"Seifer's always come back before," he said, clumsily, crossing his fingers in the vague hope that he might have found the right thing to say. He wasn't surprised when she raised her tearstained face to look at him with an expression of mild irritation -- at least that was familiar.
"Seifer's never been dead before," she said, quietly, and that was unfamiliar; both the concept and the way she said it were. He knew she wasn't joking -- she wasn't the joking kind -- but -- but --
He sat down next to her. He wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, but he put his arm around her. She didn't seem to mind.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: G
Summary: And then there were only two. For
fic_on_demand.Raijin didn't know what to do when he realised Fujin was crying. He'd barely even known her to show any emotion -- except anger, and he always got the feeling that even that was only mild irritation, violent as it could make her. It was a worrying thing, then, to find her crying -- Seifer was the captain, she the second in command, and him, well, he followed. He followed the two of them, always so much stronger than him, and so... to find that illusion shattered, that was hard.
"Seifer's always come back before," he said, clumsily, crossing his fingers in the vague hope that he might have found the right thing to say. He wasn't surprised when she raised her tearstained face to look at him with an expression of mild irritation -- at least that was familiar.
"Seifer's never been dead before," she said, quietly, and that was unfamiliar; both the concept and the way she said it were. He knew she wasn't joking -- she wasn't the joking kind -- but -- but --
He sat down next to her. He wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, but he put his arm around her. She didn't seem to mind.