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FFVIII: Leaving
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer takes his life into his own hands. Timeline here.
"I'm leaving."
Squall looked up, startled, pushing his work away and getting up. "Where are you going? Are you going to be back late? It's... half eleven already, and there's a Garden-wide curfew at midnight."
Seifer bit his lip, and then he lifted his head and crossed his arms in front of him. "I'm going to Rai and Fu's place, I'm not coming back and fuck the curfew to hell anyway."
It took a moment.
"You... you're leaving me?"
Abandoned.
"This isn't working, Squall." Seifer ran a hand through his hair and sighed, looking less defiant and more completely exhausted. Tired of it. Worn down. "Surely even you can tell it's not. You're always doing work, even when you're at home. You don't come to bed until I'm asleep and you're gone before I wake up. Fuck, we haven't had sex in over a month."
"And sex is that important to you?"
"No, but -- "
"If that's what it's all about, why don't you say so? Your fuck toy got too busy to play so you're going to leave?" Squall's words were bitter and mocking and hurtful, and he didn't quite mean it but with another part of his soul he meant it completely.
"It's not that -- "
"And I suppose it's foolish to believe that you ever loved me."
"Squall -- "
"Get out."
For once, it didn't end in a duel or fucking, they didn't exchange hot words or hard kisses. Seifer just grabbed his trench coat and nodded. Said that's the way things would be, then. And he'd be by for his stuff in a week or so.
He left, and Squall crumpled in on himself, crying.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer takes his life into his own hands. Timeline here.
"I'm leaving."
Squall looked up, startled, pushing his work away and getting up. "Where are you going? Are you going to be back late? It's... half eleven already, and there's a Garden-wide curfew at midnight."
Seifer bit his lip, and then he lifted his head and crossed his arms in front of him. "I'm going to Rai and Fu's place, I'm not coming back and fuck the curfew to hell anyway."
It took a moment.
"You... you're leaving me?"
Abandoned.
"This isn't working, Squall." Seifer ran a hand through his hair and sighed, looking less defiant and more completely exhausted. Tired of it. Worn down. "Surely even you can tell it's not. You're always doing work, even when you're at home. You don't come to bed until I'm asleep and you're gone before I wake up. Fuck, we haven't had sex in over a month."
"And sex is that important to you?"
"No, but -- "
"If that's what it's all about, why don't you say so? Your fuck toy got too busy to play so you're going to leave?" Squall's words were bitter and mocking and hurtful, and he didn't quite mean it but with another part of his soul he meant it completely.
"It's not that -- "
"And I suppose it's foolish to believe that you ever loved me."
"Squall -- "
"Get out."
For once, it didn't end in a duel or fucking, they didn't exchange hot words or hard kisses. Seifer just grabbed his trench coat and nodded. Said that's the way things would be, then. And he'd be by for his stuff in a week or so.
He left, and Squall crumpled in on himself, crying.