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FFVIII: The Door In Front
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer could have gone back. Belatedly, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkranger. ♥
"I suppose you think I got sent up here for bullying someone or messing around or -- "
Squall didn't even look up. He was working on something at his console, eyes intent on the screen, and he didn't even look up when his one time rival spoke. Seifer wanted to hit him. Or do anything that would make him look up. Instead, he kept standing there, waiting. Finally, Squall did look up -- and there was nothing in his eyes that gave away anything: no hint of caring or anger or even contempt.
"I see Rinoa hasn't done much good in opening you up and all that," Seifer said, barely aware of what he was saying. He smirked. "Although I hear that that particular bird has flown, huh? Maybe you weren't any good in -- "
"Shut up," Squall said, quietly, He shook his dark hair back from his eyes. "I know you weren't sent up here for bullying someone or messing around or whatever, because you're out on your ass the minute you do any of that. You came up here of your own accord."
"And I suppose you know why, too, huh?"
"No. But I suspect you're going to tell me. What is it, Seifer?"
Seifer stared at him for a moment, wondering if that was mocking he heard in that soft voice. There certainly wasn't any anger, not even now. He put his hand down -- palm flat -- on Squall's desk, leaning down to look into his eyes, waiting for a flicker... waiting for something. Squall didn't move. Didn't even blink. Seifer looked into his eyes and looked and looked, but --
"Nothing," he said, straightening up. "Nothing at all."
Squall rose to his feet smoothly. Seifer was sure that if he'd wanted his gunblade, that too would have been in his hand as quickly and as smoothly. "And that's all?" he asked, very quietly, quieter even than before.
"Yeah," Seifer said, turning his back and walking towards the door. The words caught him between the shoulder blades, then, like a thrown knife.
"I didn't think you'd become a quitter," Squall said, and Seifer could swear he heard a trace of a smirk in that voice. "And here I thought you were going to be brave enough to -- grab me and kiss me, or something. Like you would have done before."
"I'm not that kid any more," Seifer said, without turning, and cursed himself, damned himself to hell for saying it, because for a moment he could've stepped back into that world, as if the door had been left open behind him. And now there was only the door in front.
"I've missed you, Seifer," Squall said, and there in his voice was everything Seifer'd hoped for: forgiveness and growth and moving past, and yet things that were still the same, like the little hesitation before he spoke. But he still didn't turn -- how could he?
The door closed firmly behind him.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer could have gone back. Belatedly, for
darkranger. ♥"I suppose you think I got sent up here for bullying someone or messing around or -- "
Squall didn't even look up. He was working on something at his console, eyes intent on the screen, and he didn't even look up when his one time rival spoke. Seifer wanted to hit him. Or do anything that would make him look up. Instead, he kept standing there, waiting. Finally, Squall did look up -- and there was nothing in his eyes that gave away anything: no hint of caring or anger or even contempt.
"I see Rinoa hasn't done much good in opening you up and all that," Seifer said, barely aware of what he was saying. He smirked. "Although I hear that that particular bird has flown, huh? Maybe you weren't any good in -- "
"Shut up," Squall said, quietly, He shook his dark hair back from his eyes. "I know you weren't sent up here for bullying someone or messing around or whatever, because you're out on your ass the minute you do any of that. You came up here of your own accord."
"And I suppose you know why, too, huh?"
"No. But I suspect you're going to tell me. What is it, Seifer?"
Seifer stared at him for a moment, wondering if that was mocking he heard in that soft voice. There certainly wasn't any anger, not even now. He put his hand down -- palm flat -- on Squall's desk, leaning down to look into his eyes, waiting for a flicker... waiting for something. Squall didn't move. Didn't even blink. Seifer looked into his eyes and looked and looked, but --
"Nothing," he said, straightening up. "Nothing at all."
Squall rose to his feet smoothly. Seifer was sure that if he'd wanted his gunblade, that too would have been in his hand as quickly and as smoothly. "And that's all?" he asked, very quietly, quieter even than before.
"Yeah," Seifer said, turning his back and walking towards the door. The words caught him between the shoulder blades, then, like a thrown knife.
"I didn't think you'd become a quitter," Squall said, and Seifer could swear he heard a trace of a smirk in that voice. "And here I thought you were going to be brave enough to -- grab me and kiss me, or something. Like you would have done before."
"I'm not that kid any more," Seifer said, without turning, and cursed himself, damned himself to hell for saying it, because for a moment he could've stepped back into that world, as if the door had been left open behind him. And now there was only the door in front.
"I've missed you, Seifer," Squall said, and there in his voice was everything Seifer'd hoped for: forgiveness and growth and moving past, and yet things that were still the same, like the little hesitation before he spoke. But he still didn't turn -- how could he?
The door closed firmly behind him.
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