SeiferxSquall, a little mythological twist. The first part is Squall POV, the second Seifer POV.
The hours slip through our fingers, like sand falling to the bottom of an hourglass. We have so little time left. He doesn't know it, doesn't know that when she returns he will not be able to resist the call. He's weak. Not physically, not even mentally, but there's a weak spot in him that she knows just how to manipulate. And then he'll be gone, just like before, and I will fight until she returns him to me again.
The others don't know it. But it's like the legend where the goddess is stolen by the god of the underworld. Her mother goes to the king of the gods and asks him to restore her to her rightful place. But it can only be done if she hasn't eaten any food in that world of the dead.
Seifer tasted power, tasted victory, with her, and so he belongs there.
There is an almost happy, mostly bittersweet, ending to that story.
The goddess had eaten only six pomegranate seeds. So the king of the gods decided this: she must spend six months with the god of the dead, and six with her mother.
And so it is with Seifer; a part of him yearned for the world of the living - my world - and a part of him revelled in the world of the dead. And so it is, and so it will always be; we are simply waiting for her to return as my time with him grows short.
I almost believe him, as we lay together in the dark, that she won't come back for me. But he knows, and I know (because she told me, though she wasn't supposed to) that I must always spend a time with him and a time with her. Time divided, between the two.
It's moments like these, when I don't know who I love more, that I almost wish she would come for me now (though she has to abide by the rules of this painful sharing). But then I look down at him, exhausted from worrying, and I wonder why I ever left him in the first place. Why would I ever want to go to her, when I have him?
This time, I almost feel that he will keep me and I won't ever go back under her control. Wishful thinking, of course. They are balanced in power, only able to hold me for a certain length of time before one wins me from the other.
When I am with him, he gives me everything and anything I want. The only thing he cannot give me is the feeling of sheer power, he cannot give me the dark blood as she does, the victory, the heat of battle racing through my veins. Or can he? This time around, we have fought each other so much, I hardly even realised that he was the one I spend this time with. He has given me blood, and conquest, but he has made me fight him for it. She gave to me freely, while he gives me the challenge I have always loved.
Still, I feel the waiting in my blood, my heart thrumming with it as our time comes to an end. Because he freed me too soon the last time, he will probably be punished ever more this time, by her. This time, there will be blood, and every cell in my body craves it, almost as much as I crave him.
It will be worse, this time. She likes to play with him, and they throw me between them, almost like a ball. I can only hope that Squall wins in the end.