Entry tags:
FFVIII: Synergy
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Main characters: Seifer, Squall
Referenced characters: Fujin, Raijin, Xu
Pairings: Seifer/Squall
Contains: N/a
Rating: PG
Summary: What they have and no one else sees. For![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lassarina, just because.
It doesn't take much to know. Not even a look or a touch, nothing so obvious as a note passed in class. They know each other, better than anything, blood and bone and blade. Sometimes they still find themselves surprised that nobody realises it, that people think that all they are is the push and the shove, the fight.
Seifer knows when Squall shows up late to a class. Not too late -- two minutes, maybe -- but there are bags under his eyes and the sullen slant of his mouth is just so, and Seifer knows. They fight that afternoon, instead of eating lunch. Fujin and Raijin are expecting Seifer in the cafeteria, but they probably aren't surprised when he doesn't show. Sometimes they fight anyway, but now they need it. The clash of weapons, the kick of adrenaline. The brief fire of a spell, the icy touch of Shiva's hand.
This is how they work, and nobody understands it, no one even sees.
And later -- later, Seifer sneaks out of his room after curfew. Squall's room isn't far, but he has to dodge Xu and one of the Faculty members anyway. That sets his teeth on edge already, so that when he knocks softly on Squall's door, his fists are already clenched, and the sight of Squall's quiet, tense face makes him angry.
They don't say a word. Squall steps back, lets him in, and the door closes behind them.
Seifer suspects that it's nothing they can understand anyway. They see the oppositions, the fights, not the synergy, the give and take. They see the killing blow, not the way it stops too short, not the cure spell that follows. It doesn't matter -- this is what matters: Squall's skin under his hands, Squall's mouth under his, Squall's teeth sinking into his lip or neck or shoulder, the way Squall doesn't yield, the way he pushes back.
Fujin thinks it's complicated, hard to understand. It's not, really. It's easy, and that's the point. Squall is his counterpoint, his touchstone, his -- hell, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they have it.
Main characters: Seifer, Squall
Referenced characters: Fujin, Raijin, Xu
Pairings: Seifer/Squall
Contains: N/a
Rating: PG
Summary: What they have and no one else sees. For
lassarina, just because.It doesn't take much to know. Not even a look or a touch, nothing so obvious as a note passed in class. They know each other, better than anything, blood and bone and blade. Sometimes they still find themselves surprised that nobody realises it, that people think that all they are is the push and the shove, the fight.
Seifer knows when Squall shows up late to a class. Not too late -- two minutes, maybe -- but there are bags under his eyes and the sullen slant of his mouth is just so, and Seifer knows. They fight that afternoon, instead of eating lunch. Fujin and Raijin are expecting Seifer in the cafeteria, but they probably aren't surprised when he doesn't show. Sometimes they fight anyway, but now they need it. The clash of weapons, the kick of adrenaline. The brief fire of a spell, the icy touch of Shiva's hand.
This is how they work, and nobody understands it, no one even sees.
And later -- later, Seifer sneaks out of his room after curfew. Squall's room isn't far, but he has to dodge Xu and one of the Faculty members anyway. That sets his teeth on edge already, so that when he knocks softly on Squall's door, his fists are already clenched, and the sight of Squall's quiet, tense face makes him angry.
They don't say a word. Squall steps back, lets him in, and the door closes behind them.
Seifer suspects that it's nothing they can understand anyway. They see the oppositions, the fights, not the synergy, the give and take. They see the killing blow, not the way it stops too short, not the cure spell that follows. It doesn't matter -- this is what matters: Squall's skin under his hands, Squall's mouth under his, Squall's teeth sinking into his lip or neck or shoulder, the way Squall doesn't yield, the way he pushes back.
Fujin thinks it's complicated, hard to understand. It's not, really. It's easy, and that's the point. Squall is his counterpoint, his touchstone, his -- hell, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they have it.