Prompt: Tongue Tied.
Pairing: Unrequited Irvine/Squall
Notes: Originally written for my boyfriend's 23rd boyfriend, our favorite FF8 couple. Boy love people! Enjoy ^^
Irvine considered himself smooth. He knew exactly what to say when he wooed the ladies and also those times of wooing the men. No one would consider the thought that this was a front, a face he held before people. And that was how he wanted it.
There was one person who had seen past the false colors, had been by his side to witness one of his worst near meltdowns to date: the shakes, the short breathing setting in, he had completely lost face. Of course in his own defence that particular accident had some very specific details, of which still sent shivers up his spine. Never could he have forgiven himself if he had one shot killed her. Never could Irvine have forgiven himself if that one solitary shot had robbed her of life.
Even now Irvine was surprised that the cold aloof Squall Leonhart, awkward and uncomfortable had tried to comfort the sniper. It had been an coarse almost clumsy exchange. He was certain he had seen a side of their Commander that no one else, not even Rinoa had witnessed. Beneath that icy exterior where Squall was really human.
Of course this was not to say Irvine knew the man any better. Did anyone really know what was going through Squall Leonhart's head at any given time unless he actually spoke? And even then the answers were obscure at best.
Irvine was convinced he could smooth talk anyone, however there was always one who would stop the smoothest of talkers in their tracks. Nevertheless there was always one person that could stop the smoother talker in their one who saw past the pretences. He swore The Commander could read past anything he did, anything he said. It un-nerved him, yet it exhilarated him. So used to having to butter up his words and say those sweet yet false nothings into waiting ears.
Kinneas couldn't say a thing. He had never had a hate of a word before, and it was odd to think of it that way. He hated one word. One damn word that seemed to always be there standing between them, making the space in-between insurmountable.
One word that could mean everything, and yet nothing at all.
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