Flicker
by duathkaimelar
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and all of the characters within belong to Squaresoft Square Enix. The title and the plot, as always, belong to the muses. I own nothing here.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Author's Notes: Just a short drabble I wrote around Christmas time, inspired by my gift from SStar. Christmas was a while ago, yes. But there's only a brief mention of anything even remotely Christmas related, so I figured there was nothing wrong in posting it here.
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Flicker
Despite the deep-cut rivalry between them that would probably never fade, despite the hatred he would always feel as a result of his rash actions, and despite his own self-hatred towards the sickening feelings he felt for Seifer, Squall couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope when Seifer wrapped his arms tightly around him and kissed him.
Seifer's mouth was surprisingly soft and warm; he tasted like metal and cinnamon and the candy cane he had previously devoured and his gloved hands against Squall's back drove a sense of security inside of him he never thought he would have.
He was even more shocked to find himself eagerly responding to the kiss than he was at the situation itself. And when Seifer pulled away, Squall, for a fleeting moment, let down his guard and gazed up into Seifer's eyes, not quite sure what Seifer would see in his own grey orbs but certain it would show what even he was not quite sure of.
Seifer's gaze seemed piercing, yet strangely comforting. He stared at Squall for a long time, perhaps expecting Squall to say one of two things to him, or perhaps attempting to collect his own thoughts; perhaps he was thinking of ways to justify what he just did.
A flicker of hope and passion passed through Seifer's gaze before his green eyes seemed to mock Squall, and a grin tugged at Seifer's lips. Looking up, he said to Squall, 'Mistletoe.'
Squall turned his gaze to the brightly lit ceiling above and, sure enough, mistletoe was hanging directly over the spot in which they stood.
As Seifer turned away without another word, Squall could not help but feel that the mistletoe was only justification, that there had been something more in that kiss after all.
Even more baffling was the disappointment and resentment that took over his body as he viciously tore the mistletoe down from the ceiling and threw it into the trash.
End