pyrewoodtheme 8 – (you're good at what you do)


He doesn't know how she's done it.

He doesn't know how he let it happened.

Every footstep, every blink, every turn – there's the ghost of her, imprinted to his shadow, as if Rinoa's really there.

She's… done something to him. Not like Edea, not like Ultimecia. Something far, far worse. Like she's ingrained herself to his very subconscious, breathing beside him and she won't go away. Not like those dreams, gone the next day. Not like those revelations that fade away in the dead of the night.

And then Seifer turns, knowing instantly, that this person isn't part of his mind.

Rinoa. Rinoa Heartilly.

Standing right before him.

He doesn't even realize he's spoken her name until she steps forward, and it's only then that he notices that something's different about her.

"Hi Seifer." A half-smile graces her face, wilting before it's fully bloomed.

Then he knows.

That she's felt the same: this distance between them a slow burn, breaking every fibre of resistance, until they're unable to handle this stalemate any longer and the both of them are far too close and temptation has never been able so damn hard to resist.

"… why?"

"He isn't you."