Author: Me
Fandom: Same as usual
Words: 172 (yes, for real!)
Disclaimer: Don't own the franchise or the characters, and I'm not making any money off of this...
A/N: Yes, this is my very first drabble.
If you've read the previous parts of my Magic of-verse, you know they are usually rather long. This won't be. But I am SO TIRED of making excused for not writing anything, and I had all these different scenarios in mind when I started the last part of the verse, but as things are right now, it's not happening.
So a couple of days ago I had an epiphany, and I took the chance that presented itself, and this little drabble is the result. Maybe I'll be more elaborate someday down the line, but if that doesn't happen, I didn't want to leave this unfinished.
So, since this author's note is now longer than the story itself, I'll just let you get on with the reading.
Squall can only tell the weather from the way the sun makes Zell's hair shine golden. He isn't aware of anything around him except for the citrusy smell of the martial artists skin, the cerulean blue eyes looking straight into his and the laughing timbre of his lover's voice.
Lover, yes, but in a moment, that's not all he will be. Not just his boyfriend, his best friend or his soul mate. All three, yet more.
Zell stands there in front of him, SeeD uniform crisp and perfect, looking like the poster boy of mercenaries across the world, and yet all that Squall sees when he looks at him, is the rumpled, sleepy person he woke up next to this morning. But beautiful either way.
Looking up at him, like he knows Squall watches, like he's always known, knows everything, Zell gives him a reassuring smile, and squeezes his hand.
"Relax" he says, as it's Squall's turn to repeat the vows. "It's almost over."
Only he's wrong, it's only just beginning.