Angelic twists to love.
Author: We Could Be Gone
Email: Stagger_Lee16@hotmail.com
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AN: The characters aren't mine, so sue me. If you don't like stories that
end on a sappy note, then don't read it. This is AU, if you don't catch on.
It's still set in the FF8 world, just no garden.
Prologue - A strange new excitement. *_~
The blonde haired, sometimes arrogant male wandered down the streets, his cream trench coat flapping around his legs. He paused, lifting a hand to shade his eyes as he scanned the market place, nothing catching his gaze. He slid a hand down to the hilt of his gunblade, Hyperion, considering turning and heading back out onto the plains to find a battle. He shook his head, something was telling him he shouldn't. That he should continue on. He cast a last annoyed glance, his gaze catching a detail he hadn't spotted before. A brunette was sitting on a bench, his head in his hands, a sparkling gunblade beside him, its polished metal reflecting the light and drawing several jealous stares. He moved towards the sexual creature with the gunblade on the bench. As he drew closer, the brunette lifted his head, catching the blonde's gaze with a look of awe and hunger. There was something undeniably miserable about his entire expression. He felt his trademark smirk pull his lips back as he drew closer. He was about to speak when a girl caught his brunette's arm, drawing him up off the bench.
"SQUALL! C'mon, you promised me! You promised!" The girl was yelling as the blonde watched his prize scoop up his gunblade, holstering it on his hip, supported by two wide belts. Seifer watched the brunette walk away, amazed at the soft sway in his prize's hips, wondering just how long the brunette had carried a gunblade on him. The blonde smiled and shrugged to himself. At least he now knew the name of his addiction.
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Squall watched the blonde approach, amazed at the beautiful tanned god that seemed to have his eyes fixed on him. His gunblade was sparkling next to him. As the blonde opened his lips as though to speak, a girl from his set of flats grabbed his arm, tugging him to his feet.
"SQUALL! C'mon, you promised me! You promised!" Squall scooped up his gunblade, holstered it and took the girl's hand, remembering his promise to teach her to defend herself for the future. He could feel the blonde's gaze on him as he moved away and wondered when he would see him again.
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Prologue - A strange new excitement. *_~
The blonde haired, sometimes arrogant male wandered down the streets, his cream trench coat flapping around his legs. He paused, lifting a hand to shade his eyes as he scanned the market place, nothing catching his gaze. He slid a hand down to the hilt of his gunblade, Hyperion, considering turning and heading back out onto the plains to find a battle. He shook his head, something was telling him he shouldn't. That he should continue on. He cast a last annoyed glance, his gaze catching a detail he hadn't spotted before. A brunette was sitting on a bench, his head in his hands, a sparkling gunblade beside him, its polished metal reflecting the light and drawing several jealous stares. He moved towards the sexual creature with the gunblade on the bench. As he drew closer, the brunette lifted his head, catching the blonde's gaze with a look of awe and hunger. There was something undeniably miserable about his entire expression. He felt his trademark smirk pull his lips back as he drew closer. He was about to speak when a girl caught his brunette's arm, drawing him up off the bench.
"SQUALL! C'mon, you promised me! You promised!" The girl was yelling as the blonde watched his prize scoop up his gunblade, holstering it on his hip, supported by two wide belts. Seifer watched the brunette walk away, amazed at the soft sway in his prize's hips, wondering just how long the brunette had carried a gunblade on him. The blonde smiled and shrugged to himself. At least he now knew the name of his addiction.
+_+
Squall watched the blonde approach, amazed at the beautiful tanned god that seemed to have his eyes fixed on him. His gunblade was sparkling next to him. As the blonde opened his lips as though to speak, a girl from his set of flats grabbed his arm, tugging him to his feet.
"SQUALL! C'mon, you promised me! You promised!" Squall scooped up his gunblade, holstered it and took the girl's hand, remembering his promise to teach her to defend herself for the future. He could feel the blonde's gaze on him as he moved away and wondered when he would see him again.
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