!FIC! [Final Fantasy] - I’ll Stand By You
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raynebow_ficsTitle: I’ll Stand By You
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darkranger
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer & Squall
Rating: G
Word Count: 322
Notes: Written forshanaqui for the Treat Meme
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or it’s babies. They all belong to Square-Enix.
Seifer stands silently at Squall’s bedside. The others can’t stand to face him. They can’t find the words to say to him. It is left to Seifer of all people to break the silence. Squall is staring at the white walls of the hospital room. His gaze is empty, but Seifer is sure he can see sadness in those eyes.
He sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring all the rules about cleanliness and risk of contamination by sitting on the sheets. He pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, took one between his teeth and lit it, blatantly avoiding another rule. He took a long drag of the stick, exhaling away from Squall before looking at the broken brunette. “I hear you took on a whole hoard of Ruby Dragons single-handedly.” He comments, taking another drag of his cigarette.
Squall doesn't take his eyes off the wall, but he holds up three fingers silently. “Three hm?” Seifer replies, ashing his cigarette on the floor. “Still rather foolish, Leonhart. But then I guess that’s always been you, running head-first into danger. Or was that me?” He reaches out, brushing his hand over brunette locks. “You’re supposed to be the smart one. I’m supposed to be the dumb one.”
When Squall still doesn’t speak, Seifer sighs and flicks his cigarette into the jug of water. He gets off the bed and moves to stand between Squall and the wall he is staring at. He crouches down until he is in Squall’s line of vision. He can easily see the remains of tears now. He reaches out, brushing a thumb over Squall’s cheek. “We’ll get through this, Leonhart. The docs say there’s a slight chance you’ll walk again. And I’m pretty sure in Squall-talk that means a certain chance. I’ll stick around, look out for you. Beats fishing, anyway.”
Squall shifts his gaze to meet Seifer’s, offering him a half-smile. “Thanks Seifer.”
Author:
darkrangerFandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer & Squall
Rating: G
Word Count: 322
Notes: Written for
shanaqui for the Treat MemeDisclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or it’s babies. They all belong to Square-Enix.
Seifer stands silently at Squall’s bedside. The others can’t stand to face him. They can’t find the words to say to him. It is left to Seifer of all people to break the silence. Squall is staring at the white walls of the hospital room. His gaze is empty, but Seifer is sure he can see sadness in those eyes.
He sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring all the rules about cleanliness and risk of contamination by sitting on the sheets. He pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, took one between his teeth and lit it, blatantly avoiding another rule. He took a long drag of the stick, exhaling away from Squall before looking at the broken brunette. “I hear you took on a whole hoard of Ruby Dragons single-handedly.” He comments, taking another drag of his cigarette.
Squall doesn't take his eyes off the wall, but he holds up three fingers silently. “Three hm?” Seifer replies, ashing his cigarette on the floor. “Still rather foolish, Leonhart. But then I guess that’s always been you, running head-first into danger. Or was that me?” He reaches out, brushing his hand over brunette locks. “You’re supposed to be the smart one. I’m supposed to be the dumb one.”
When Squall still doesn’t speak, Seifer sighs and flicks his cigarette into the jug of water. He gets off the bed and moves to stand between Squall and the wall he is staring at. He crouches down until he is in Squall’s line of vision. He can easily see the remains of tears now. He reaches out, brushing a thumb over Squall’s cheek. “We’ll get through this, Leonhart. The docs say there’s a slight chance you’ll walk again. And I’m pretty sure in Squall-talk that means a certain chance. I’ll stick around, look out for you. Beats fishing, anyway.”
Squall shifts his gaze to meet Seifer’s, offering him a half-smile. “Thanks Seifer.”
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