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FFVIII: Casual
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer comforts Rinoa, because Squall has no idea how. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Somethin' wrong?"
He was irritatingly casual and she considered kicking him for a minute. Especially for asking the obvious. She was crying, wasn't she? That always means something is wrong. Except when you're very, very happy. And she hadn't felt that way in a long time.
Instead of kicking him, she looked up at him with a tear-smudged face and red eyes.
"Shit," he said, more to himself than to her, and crouched down next to her, wrapping his arm awkwardly around her waist -- bringing back for only a second a summer romance a few years in the past. "What's wrong?"
He was surprised to find her in his arms all of a sudden, not just a hug but a full out flinging herself into his arms embrace, and crying into his shoulder. He stroked her hair and patted her back and tried to compare her unfavorably to Fujin.
"It's Squall," she said, amazingly clear despite her sobbing. "He won't pay any attention to me."
He ignored the way her voice went high in places and kept stroking her hair in a way that was supposed to be soothing. "He won't pay any attention to anyone, the little shit. He doesn't mean to hurt you."
"I th-thought he was m-mad with me..."
He laughed -- he couldn't help it. "You're all depressed because you think Squall is mad with you?"
"H-he isn't?"
He scrabbled for a hanky or something and found a bunch of only slightly crumpled tissues. He pushed them into her hand, taking one to wipe at her tears in a way that passed for caring. "Nope. Well, only if you count 'madly in love' as being mad, which I do..." he trailed off with a chuckle as she gave him a look and screwed up the tissue, shoving it back in his pocket. "The more he loves you, the more pissy he acts around you."
"So he loves you, too?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged. "Maybe. That's his look out."
"So... you think he loves me?"
He looked down at her, red-eyed but now all lit up with a smile. He realised that she'd had no idea, and wondered how anyone could be so bad at reading Squall. "Yeah. Just... keep at it, I guess. He likes making it hard for people."
"You mean he's scared of being close to people," she corrected, with a gentle smile. He sighed a little and wondered why anyone bothered with so-called "tender" feelings.
"Whatever. I suppose you girls think that's cute."
"It is!"
She was laughing, so he stood up, letting go of her. "You've quit crying now. Does that mean you're better?"
He was irritatingly casual again and she wondered why she hadn't kicked him already. She stood up and aimed a light kick at his ankle. He barely even winced. "Yes," she said, smiling and poking him in the chest, "I'm better now."
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer comforts Rinoa, because Squall has no idea how. For
fated_children."Somethin' wrong?"
He was irritatingly casual and she considered kicking him for a minute. Especially for asking the obvious. She was crying, wasn't she? That always means something is wrong. Except when you're very, very happy. And she hadn't felt that way in a long time.
Instead of kicking him, she looked up at him with a tear-smudged face and red eyes.
"Shit," he said, more to himself than to her, and crouched down next to her, wrapping his arm awkwardly around her waist -- bringing back for only a second a summer romance a few years in the past. "What's wrong?"
He was surprised to find her in his arms all of a sudden, not just a hug but a full out flinging herself into his arms embrace, and crying into his shoulder. He stroked her hair and patted her back and tried to compare her unfavorably to Fujin.
"It's Squall," she said, amazingly clear despite her sobbing. "He won't pay any attention to me."
He ignored the way her voice went high in places and kept stroking her hair in a way that was supposed to be soothing. "He won't pay any attention to anyone, the little shit. He doesn't mean to hurt you."
"I th-thought he was m-mad with me..."
He laughed -- he couldn't help it. "You're all depressed because you think Squall is mad with you?"
"H-he isn't?"
He scrabbled for a hanky or something and found a bunch of only slightly crumpled tissues. He pushed them into her hand, taking one to wipe at her tears in a way that passed for caring. "Nope. Well, only if you count 'madly in love' as being mad, which I do..." he trailed off with a chuckle as she gave him a look and screwed up the tissue, shoving it back in his pocket. "The more he loves you, the more pissy he acts around you."
"So he loves you, too?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged. "Maybe. That's his look out."
"So... you think he loves me?"
He looked down at her, red-eyed but now all lit up with a smile. He realised that she'd had no idea, and wondered how anyone could be so bad at reading Squall. "Yeah. Just... keep at it, I guess. He likes making it hard for people."
"You mean he's scared of being close to people," she corrected, with a gentle smile. He sighed a little and wondered why anyone bothered with so-called "tender" feelings.
"Whatever. I suppose you girls think that's cute."
"It is!"
She was laughing, so he stood up, letting go of her. "You've quit crying now. Does that mean you're better?"
He was irritatingly casual again and she wondered why she hadn't kicked him already. She stood up and aimed a light kick at his ankle. He barely even winced. "Yes," she said, smiling and poking him in the chest, "I'm better now."
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