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FFVIII: Shiva's Kiss
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: What he can't have.
The fight was over and day was creeping up on them. They'd stolen a moment to sit outside in the cold, cooling down from the fight and exchanging a few words here and there, but mostly keeping silent. They were sat back to back, leaning against each other, Seifer looking towards the sunrise, Squall staring away into nothing.
"Leonhart?"
"Yeah?"
"You ever been in love?"
Squall snorted softly. "Me?"
Seifer laughed and stretched out, pulling away from Squall and shivering where the cool air hit the part of his back that had been warmed by Squall. "Right. Of course. Not you." He picked up his gunblade, running his finger along the blade and noting the new scratches and dints after that last fight. "Okay, so, no love for you, but what about lust?"
"Is it possible to be 'in lust'?" Squall asked, and Seifer sensed the raised eyebrow, leaning back and digging his elbow into Squall's back.
"Of course."
"Maybe, then." There was a pause, but Seifer knew there was more coming, and waited for it. "What about you?"
He said it with all the confidence and smugness he had, "Yup. And he totally wants me back."
"'He'?"
"Okay, so I'm lying, I think he's oblivious to me," Seifer muttered, but he sprawled out a little more, laying back so that now he was looking up into Squall's face. "Yeah, 'he'. Surprised, Leonhart?"
"Not really."
Seifer brushed a hand over Squall's leg, getting his attention back from the far distance. "Would you be surprised if I said 'he' meant you?" he asked, eyebrow raised, pretending not to be holding his breath.
There was a long pause, and Seifer was beginning to think that Squall hadn't even heard him, and was almost about to repeat himself, when Squall looked at him, looked at him properly, his eyes grey-blue and intense, making Seifer shiver harder than if the ice goddess herself had appeared to breathe down his neck.
"No," he said, slowly, "because you always want what you can't have."
And that? That was like Shiva's kiss; fucking deadly.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: What he can't have.
The fight was over and day was creeping up on them. They'd stolen a moment to sit outside in the cold, cooling down from the fight and exchanging a few words here and there, but mostly keeping silent. They were sat back to back, leaning against each other, Seifer looking towards the sunrise, Squall staring away into nothing.
"Leonhart?"
"Yeah?"
"You ever been in love?"
Squall snorted softly. "Me?"
Seifer laughed and stretched out, pulling away from Squall and shivering where the cool air hit the part of his back that had been warmed by Squall. "Right. Of course. Not you." He picked up his gunblade, running his finger along the blade and noting the new scratches and dints after that last fight. "Okay, so, no love for you, but what about lust?"
"Is it possible to be 'in lust'?" Squall asked, and Seifer sensed the raised eyebrow, leaning back and digging his elbow into Squall's back.
"Of course."
"Maybe, then." There was a pause, but Seifer knew there was more coming, and waited for it. "What about you?"
He said it with all the confidence and smugness he had, "Yup. And he totally wants me back."
"'He'?"
"Okay, so I'm lying, I think he's oblivious to me," Seifer muttered, but he sprawled out a little more, laying back so that now he was looking up into Squall's face. "Yeah, 'he'. Surprised, Leonhart?"
"Not really."
Seifer brushed a hand over Squall's leg, getting his attention back from the far distance. "Would you be surprised if I said 'he' meant you?" he asked, eyebrow raised, pretending not to be holding his breath.
There was a long pause, and Seifer was beginning to think that Squall hadn't even heard him, and was almost about to repeat himself, when Squall looked at him, looked at him properly, his eyes grey-blue and intense, making Seifer shiver harder than if the ice goddess herself had appeared to breathe down his neck.
"No," he said, slowly, "because you always want what you can't have."
And that? That was like Shiva's kiss; fucking deadly.