Title: With And Without You
Author: Lovecraft
Rating: R (Non-Graphic)
Warnings: It's m/m, although that's hard to tell. First Person narrative does tend to make things rather ambiguous. The foremost pairing is Zell/Squall. The implied pairing is Squall/Seifer.
Summary: Zell's contemplations (read: Angst).
Raven strands of hair curling over my arm. The roughness of your cheek pressed against a slick little scar I've had since childhood. Your hand, a tight fist, pressed against my chest as if to push away.
Nothing new there. You've been pushing me away for years now. Pushing us all away and walling yourself in ice. How appropriate your first GF was Shiva. How quickly the ice goddess came to favor you, how quickly the ice began to flow not just in your eyes, but through your veins as well.
And yes, I was shocked to see the ice shatter at the first siren call of Hyperion singing to meet your Revolver. HE managed to melt you where Selphie's laughing eyes and Quistie's quiet acceptance never came close.
You were alive when you raged against him. So beautifully alive. It hurt to pick you up after the battles, bleeding and all but broken, not because of the damage you inflicted on each other, but because you would turn your eyes to mine and I would see only myself reflected. For him, you burn. For me...
So imagine my surprise when, not long after the battle that left you both marked (claimed), you showed up at my door. You pressed against me (so hot), you kissed me (so perfect), and the words I'd wanted to hear fell from your lips in a soft rush that gave lie to the roughness of your touch. At least, that's what I deluded myself into believing.
Do I regret letting you in (into my room, my bed, my body, my heart)? Not really. I may be crying, but I'm not regretting. Because you don't burn for me, and you never will. I know that. I guess I've always known.
I'm feeling a little cold now. Goosebumps on my flesh, numb in my soul. A little taste of you I doubt I'll ever forget, even if I go on to use every GF ever known for the next twenty years.
I wonder if Shiva would like me now? Now that I've tasted (become) the cold.
Author: Lovecraft
Rating: R (Non-Graphic)
Warnings: It's m/m, although that's hard to tell. First Person narrative does tend to make things rather ambiguous. The foremost pairing is Zell/Squall. The implied pairing is Squall/Seifer.
Summary: Zell's contemplations (read: Angst).
Raven strands of hair curling over my arm. The roughness of your cheek pressed against a slick little scar I've had since childhood. Your hand, a tight fist, pressed against my chest as if to push away.
Nothing new there. You've been pushing me away for years now. Pushing us all away and walling yourself in ice. How appropriate your first GF was Shiva. How quickly the ice goddess came to favor you, how quickly the ice began to flow not just in your eyes, but through your veins as well.
And yes, I was shocked to see the ice shatter at the first siren call of Hyperion singing to meet your Revolver. HE managed to melt you where Selphie's laughing eyes and Quistie's quiet acceptance never came close.
You were alive when you raged against him. So beautifully alive. It hurt to pick you up after the battles, bleeding and all but broken, not because of the damage you inflicted on each other, but because you would turn your eyes to mine and I would see only myself reflected. For him, you burn. For me...
So imagine my surprise when, not long after the battle that left you both marked (claimed), you showed up at my door. You pressed against me (so hot), you kissed me (so perfect), and the words I'd wanted to hear fell from your lips in a soft rush that gave lie to the roughness of your touch. At least, that's what I deluded myself into believing.
Do I regret letting you in (into my room, my bed, my body, my heart)? Not really. I may be crying, but I'm not regretting. Because you don't burn for me, and you never will. I know that. I guess I've always known.
I'm feeling a little cold now. Goosebumps on my flesh, numb in my soul. A little taste of you I doubt I'll ever forget, even if I go on to use every GF ever known for the next twenty years.
I wonder if Shiva would like me now? Now that I've tasted (become) the cold.