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FFVIII: Instrument
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Squall watches Irvine with his guitar. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Irvine had owned a guitar once, an acoustic one, old and a little beat up. He never had much patience with it, but one of his lovers somewhere along the line taught him how to play it, and he'd been good enough. He was a SeeD now, class A, even, so he had enough money to get whatever the fuck he wanted, and he bought a guitar that was a little newer, a little sweeter, a little better, than his old one. And it fit into his hands perfectly and sometimes he played it.
He had it out and was playing it for Selphie in the quad one night, when it was dark. She was sat on the floor, grinning at him, encouraging. But he wasn't playing for her, really. His fingers were slow on the strings of the guitar and he was holding it, cradling it, casting glances from it to a figure standing half in the dark, watching, listening.
Squall watched Irvine play the guitar, listening, and thinking that even if he had no idea what was good or not, Irvine had talent in those fingers of his -- as much talent with the guitar as he had with Squall's body, and Squall shivered when he thought of those fingers on him.
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Squall watches Irvine with his guitar. For
100_chances.Irvine had owned a guitar once, an acoustic one, old and a little beat up. He never had much patience with it, but one of his lovers somewhere along the line taught him how to play it, and he'd been good enough. He was a SeeD now, class A, even, so he had enough money to get whatever the fuck he wanted, and he bought a guitar that was a little newer, a little sweeter, a little better, than his old one. And it fit into his hands perfectly and sometimes he played it.
He had it out and was playing it for Selphie in the quad one night, when it was dark. She was sat on the floor, grinning at him, encouraging. But he wasn't playing for her, really. His fingers were slow on the strings of the guitar and he was holding it, cradling it, casting glances from it to a figure standing half in the dark, watching, listening.
Squall watched Irvine play the guitar, listening, and thinking that even if he had no idea what was good or not, Irvine had talent in those fingers of his -- as much talent with the guitar as he had with Squall's body, and Squall shivered when he thought of those fingers on him.