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FFVIII: Found
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Squall finds Seifer again long after the war. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"I thought I'd find you here."
Seifer looks up. Squall is standing there, right on the bloodstain, his hand on his hip. He looks around with an air that's almost amused. Briefly, bitterly, Seifer lets himself think that Rinoa's been good for him in a way he never was -- before he pushes the thought away. He's not allowed bitterness.
"So?" he says, finally.
"I thought you'd disappeared," Squall says, after a moment. He looks down at the bloodstain on the bare rock and scuffs it a little, something that's almost a smile catching the corner of his mouth. "I'd thought the blood would be gone by now."
Seifer shrugs. "There's still bad blood between us."
"Or nobody would come up here to scrub it off," Squall says, rolling his eyes. "Seifer, you were proved innocent. You're forgiven."
There's a silence between them. Seifer shakes his head, finally.
"Not by myself, I'm not."
"Your opinion isn't important," Squall says, almost lightly. And then lapses into a frown, almost identical to his old scowl. "Sorry. Rinoa always said that, when I was blaming myself for something -- Seifer. Come back to Garden."
"No," Seifer says, and refuses to look up at Squall again to see what his reaction to that might be. "You've all got lives there that are much better without me disturbing them. Besides, what makes you think I'd come back to Garden for your sake when you're with Rinoa?"
"Rinoa went back to Timber a long time ago," Squall says, softly, after a tense moment. He steps forward, looking down at Seifer. "I thought I'd... lost you, you know. During the war. When you were a knight. I thought I'd never get a chance to -- say certain things. Tell you I actually liked having you around. And then I saw you in Balamb earlier today, I found you, and -- "
Seifer listens, for a moment. He stands up when Squall says certain things and he looks up at Squall's face for the next sentence. By the next they're a touch apart -- just a touch could bridge the gap and bring them together again. "Squall," he says, very gently. "Stop talking about your feelings. You suck at it and sound like a girl."
Squall makes a sound that's like a laugh catching in his throat and shuts up.
"So, you'd like to have me around..." Seifer says -- almost deliberately slowly, now. "Even though I was an asshole and scarred your pretty face and call you pretty and I did all those things during the war," Squall's nodding, and Seifer feels breathless, laughter edging his words, "and I always used to hog the covers and wake you up at ungodly hours so we could have sex?"
"For some strange reason, I missed all of that. Though if you don't mind I'll pass on a repeat of the war," Squall says, wryly. Seifer isn't sure who moves to bridge the gap first -- is it Squall, who's gotten taller, leaning in? Is it him, like it always used to be?
Seifer's sure, though, that it doesn't matter. He tangles his fingers in Squall's hair -- it's longer now, he thinks -- and rests their foreheads together so their scars almost line up. "I'd better come back to Garden with you, then."
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Squall finds Seifer again long after the war. For
fated_children."I thought I'd find you here."
Seifer looks up. Squall is standing there, right on the bloodstain, his hand on his hip. He looks around with an air that's almost amused. Briefly, bitterly, Seifer lets himself think that Rinoa's been good for him in a way he never was -- before he pushes the thought away. He's not allowed bitterness.
"So?" he says, finally.
"I thought you'd disappeared," Squall says, after a moment. He looks down at the bloodstain on the bare rock and scuffs it a little, something that's almost a smile catching the corner of his mouth. "I'd thought the blood would be gone by now."
Seifer shrugs. "There's still bad blood between us."
"Or nobody would come up here to scrub it off," Squall says, rolling his eyes. "Seifer, you were proved innocent. You're forgiven."
There's a silence between them. Seifer shakes his head, finally.
"Not by myself, I'm not."
"Your opinion isn't important," Squall says, almost lightly. And then lapses into a frown, almost identical to his old scowl. "Sorry. Rinoa always said that, when I was blaming myself for something -- Seifer. Come back to Garden."
"No," Seifer says, and refuses to look up at Squall again to see what his reaction to that might be. "You've all got lives there that are much better without me disturbing them. Besides, what makes you think I'd come back to Garden for your sake when you're with Rinoa?"
"Rinoa went back to Timber a long time ago," Squall says, softly, after a tense moment. He steps forward, looking down at Seifer. "I thought I'd... lost you, you know. During the war. When you were a knight. I thought I'd never get a chance to -- say certain things. Tell you I actually liked having you around. And then I saw you in Balamb earlier today, I found you, and -- "
Seifer listens, for a moment. He stands up when Squall says certain things and he looks up at Squall's face for the next sentence. By the next they're a touch apart -- just a touch could bridge the gap and bring them together again. "Squall," he says, very gently. "Stop talking about your feelings. You suck at it and sound like a girl."
Squall makes a sound that's like a laugh catching in his throat and shuts up.
"So, you'd like to have me around..." Seifer says -- almost deliberately slowly, now. "Even though I was an asshole and scarred your pretty face and call you pretty and I did all those things during the war," Squall's nodding, and Seifer feels breathless, laughter edging his words, "and I always used to hog the covers and wake you up at ungodly hours so we could have sex?"
"For some strange reason, I missed all of that. Though if you don't mind I'll pass on a repeat of the war," Squall says, wryly. Seifer isn't sure who moves to bridge the gap first -- is it Squall, who's gotten taller, leaning in? Is it him, like it always used to be?
Seifer's sure, though, that it doesn't matter. He tangles his fingers in Squall's hair -- it's longer now, he thinks -- and rests their foreheads together so their scars almost line up. "I'd better come back to Garden with you, then."