I can't believe it is my birthday again. What am I, 25 now? I can swear it was just yesterday that the mess with the war was happening. And yet I can count the days that we have been together.
But all that doesn't mean a damn thing.
What means something to me is that that little blue dress, it is just too fucking cute. I mean the thing is strapless and it comes to barely below the crotch. Lord I can see my hand drifting up there.
A pair for pale legs escapes the bottom of the dress running all the way down to bare feet on my carpet. But that really doesn't hold my attention long. It's what is above the dress that really makes my head spin. Pale shoulders. One tattooed with an odd symbol. One I never really did learn the meaning of. I've been told that I should know it, that my schooling should have given me that knowledge. But I just don't know. Dark hair coming down to just brush those shoulders. And those eyes, they will probably haunt me for all my years. The sadness, the innocence, the anger they hold it's too much for me at times.
"So do you like it?" A soft voice asks me.
"Truthfully?" I smirk at the way the voice sounds unsteady and unsure.
"…"
"Truthfully no, take it off."
"Seifer …"
"Shut up Squall and take the dress off before I tear it off you to fuck you senseless."