I wonder if I'll ever get tired of watching him.
Shimmering strands of gold strewn upon white cloth, dark brown - not black - eyelashes, that curl just so at the ends. Black ink that curls along his cheek, at odds with the innocent expression he wears when he sleeps.
The moon tonight is being kind to me. Silver dipped light bathes his form. The last time I'd been here, it had been cloudy. He slept with the doors open that night as well, the sea breeze making the chins curtains dance as though they were ghosts. I'd made sure to cover him before I left.
Tonight the breeze is a bit balmier, and he faces the doorway. He sleeps on his side, one hand tucked under the pillows, his other partly covering his mouth. Just beneath tanned fingers, I can see his mouth. Peach colored lips, slightly parted, but he doesn't snore.
White cotton is bunched around his waist, so I allow myself to study him at leisure. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. A slight sprinkling of gold dusts his belly, darker then the sun streaked strands atop his head.
Now, I wonder if I'll ever be able to tell him how I feel about him. The peace I get by just watching him sleep. Of course, if he ever awoke and found me in his room, he'd kill me. I'm sure of it. If I had to chance to tell him my feelings - He'd laugh in my face.
After all, I was his tormenter. From childhood, a short respites when he lived in Balamb, but even worse once he'd joined Garden. I didn't realize till too late, how I truly felt. After I'd already lost him.
We all knew whom his heart belonged to, even if the object of his affections did not. They say love is blind, I agree. Love is blind, and enjoys kicking people when they're down.
With one last look at the sleeping beauty, I turn, and begin to walk to the French doors.
So lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the rustle of sheets.
"Being a peeping tom, does not become you."
A husky voice, natural and the honeyed warmth of sleep injected into it. I freeze, dread overcoming for me for the briefest of seconds, as he continues.
"Seifer."
However, my name is said on an amused note, not angry. I turn around, hoping I don't look as shocked as I feel.
Zell is smiling, the faintest curl to his lips.
"How..."
"I've known about your visits, Seifer. I wasn't really sleeping tonight... I'd figured you come."
I just stare at him, torn before making a break for the door, curious about why he isn't angry.
"I know you're itching to get out of here, but wait just a second, ok? I have something to give you."
When Seifer nodded, eyes still wide, Zell just chuckled to himself, and threw back the sheets. Seifer's gaze moved downward, either intentionally or accidentally, Zell didn't know.
'It can't be as soft as it looks.' I tell myself, stamping on the urge to reach out and run my hands over that tawny skin. Although Squall is nicknamed the Lion, Zell is the living embodiment of one.
I finally meet his eyes again, and Zell's left eyebrow just quirks. I'm thankful my face is in the shadows, for I can feel the sight heat that has suffused my face. I'm not a blusher by nature, and Fujin can tell you from experience.
Zell walked over to a dresser, pulling out a drawer. He rummaged through it for a few seconds, pulling something out. He shut the drawer, walking back to me. I glance down as he holds his hand out, blinking when the mental glints.
My choker.
I'd known it was missing since my last visit here, but I thought I'd lost it outside the hotel. So this was how...
"I woke up, and was planning on shutting the doors. Luckily, I saw it before I stepped on it. I think the clasp broke, so I fixed it for you."
When Seifer reached out to take it, Zell gave him another smile, pulling the necklace back. Seifer frowned, and Zell beckoned him to lean over. He did so, and Zell reached up to place the necklace on him.
I took the chance offered to me, for this brief moment, to pull him a little closer. He laughed, instead of pulling away. Once his fingers are no longer tickling the nape of my neck, I sigh.
"I should... I should get going..."
He takes a step back, head tilted slightly.
"Going to leave without telling me why?"
"..."
How can I tell him how I feel? How can I hold someone that doesn't want to be held by me? To tell him I watched him while he slept, the only time I didn't fear what he or Squall might do to me.
So, I settled on my attitude. I gave him a smirk, though I don't think it looked as good as I wanted.
"You said it yourself. I shouldn't be a peeping tom."
Zell hffted at me.
"I feel that you want to talk to me about something."
Ah, time to change the subject, and quickly.
"Where's Squall?"
Zell blinked. "Squall?" Then he laughed, and shook his head. "You've been sneaking into the wrong room then. He's down the hall. Careful though, Kinneas has a habit of shooting shadows first, asking questions later."
Seifer was at a loss for words, I could tell.
"But I thought, You and he... I thought..."
A sadder smile, a slow shake of his head. "No. Squall and I were never meant to be more then friends. Besides, while he caught my eyes, someone else was slowly gripping my heart."
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Notes
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Might be continued, might not. (Since the notebook continuing the original draft of this has about 8 pages. ^_~) I suppose this could be a stand-alone. It'll depend on reviews, most likely.
Disclaimer: Seifer and Zell belong to Squaresoft.
Shimmering strands of gold strewn upon white cloth, dark brown - not black - eyelashes, that curl just so at the ends. Black ink that curls along his cheek, at odds with the innocent expression he wears when he sleeps.
The moon tonight is being kind to me. Silver dipped light bathes his form. The last time I'd been here, it had been cloudy. He slept with the doors open that night as well, the sea breeze making the chins curtains dance as though they were ghosts. I'd made sure to cover him before I left.
Tonight the breeze is a bit balmier, and he faces the doorway. He sleeps on his side, one hand tucked under the pillows, his other partly covering his mouth. Just beneath tanned fingers, I can see his mouth. Peach colored lips, slightly parted, but he doesn't snore.
White cotton is bunched around his waist, so I allow myself to study him at leisure. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. A slight sprinkling of gold dusts his belly, darker then the sun streaked strands atop his head.
Now, I wonder if I'll ever be able to tell him how I feel about him. The peace I get by just watching him sleep. Of course, if he ever awoke and found me in his room, he'd kill me. I'm sure of it. If I had to chance to tell him my feelings - He'd laugh in my face.
After all, I was his tormenter. From childhood, a short respites when he lived in Balamb, but even worse once he'd joined Garden. I didn't realize till too late, how I truly felt. After I'd already lost him.
We all knew whom his heart belonged to, even if the object of his affections did not. They say love is blind, I agree. Love is blind, and enjoys kicking people when they're down.
With one last look at the sleeping beauty, I turn, and begin to walk to the French doors.
So lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the rustle of sheets.
"Being a peeping tom, does not become you."
A husky voice, natural and the honeyed warmth of sleep injected into it. I freeze, dread overcoming for me for the briefest of seconds, as he continues.
"Seifer."
However, my name is said on an amused note, not angry. I turn around, hoping I don't look as shocked as I feel.
Zell is smiling, the faintest curl to his lips.
"How..."
"I've known about your visits, Seifer. I wasn't really sleeping tonight... I'd figured you come."
I just stare at him, torn before making a break for the door, curious about why he isn't angry.
"I know you're itching to get out of here, but wait just a second, ok? I have something to give you."
When Seifer nodded, eyes still wide, Zell just chuckled to himself, and threw back the sheets. Seifer's gaze moved downward, either intentionally or accidentally, Zell didn't know.
'It can't be as soft as it looks.' I tell myself, stamping on the urge to reach out and run my hands over that tawny skin. Although Squall is nicknamed the Lion, Zell is the living embodiment of one.
I finally meet his eyes again, and Zell's left eyebrow just quirks. I'm thankful my face is in the shadows, for I can feel the sight heat that has suffused my face. I'm not a blusher by nature, and Fujin can tell you from experience.
Zell walked over to a dresser, pulling out a drawer. He rummaged through it for a few seconds, pulling something out. He shut the drawer, walking back to me. I glance down as he holds his hand out, blinking when the mental glints.
My choker.
I'd known it was missing since my last visit here, but I thought I'd lost it outside the hotel. So this was how...
"I woke up, and was planning on shutting the doors. Luckily, I saw it before I stepped on it. I think the clasp broke, so I fixed it for you."
When Seifer reached out to take it, Zell gave him another smile, pulling the necklace back. Seifer frowned, and Zell beckoned him to lean over. He did so, and Zell reached up to place the necklace on him.
I took the chance offered to me, for this brief moment, to pull him a little closer. He laughed, instead of pulling away. Once his fingers are no longer tickling the nape of my neck, I sigh.
"I should... I should get going..."
He takes a step back, head tilted slightly.
"Going to leave without telling me why?"
"..."
How can I tell him how I feel? How can I hold someone that doesn't want to be held by me? To tell him I watched him while he slept, the only time I didn't fear what he or Squall might do to me.
So, I settled on my attitude. I gave him a smirk, though I don't think it looked as good as I wanted.
"You said it yourself. I shouldn't be a peeping tom."
Zell hffted at me.
"I feel that you want to talk to me about something."
Ah, time to change the subject, and quickly.
"Where's Squall?"
Zell blinked. "Squall?" Then he laughed, and shook his head. "You've been sneaking into the wrong room then. He's down the hall. Careful though, Kinneas has a habit of shooting shadows first, asking questions later."
Seifer was at a loss for words, I could tell.
"But I thought, You and he... I thought..."
A sadder smile, a slow shake of his head. "No. Squall and I were never meant to be more then friends. Besides, while he caught my eyes, someone else was slowly gripping my heart."
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Notes
--
Might be continued, might not. (Since the notebook continuing the original draft of this has about 8 pages. ^_~) I suppose this could be a stand-alone. It'll depend on reviews, most likely.
Disclaimer: Seifer and Zell belong to Squaresoft.