For my Seifer/Squall claim at fated(underscore)children, at LiveJournal. Themes used: "ice" and "cradle".


He's falling apart.

Oh, he won't admit it. Their hero can't fall apart, or break, or even cry. They want to change him, make him show more emotion, but with that resolve, they've told him that they believe he can't or won't cry, that he can't worry. I'm the only one he trusts with that secret side of him. He doesn't hide it, they just misinterpret it. I don't know how. They say his eyes are cold, well, so? They could be blocks of ice and I would still be able to read his emotions.

He sobs like a child, sometimes, when he's alone with me and he's feeling like they are pressuring him too hard. And all I can do is hold him. I can't tell them to stop, because they don't realise that they're doing anything wrong. And I'm not one to talk - I casually hurt him without ever meaning to.

Small wonder that his eyes are ice. I'd be frozen, too, if people treated me like I don't care about anyone or anything.

That's a lonely life. He likes to be alone, certainly, but nobody likes being lonely, and when he's lonely, he has no one to turn to. Except me.

He came to me first because I have always understood him. As he has always understood me.

And now? He sobs like a child in my arms, weighed down by sorrow - how many SeeDs have died today? He knows their names and numbers - and strain. I thought I had it bad, as the ex-Sorceress's knight, but truly, the hero has so much responsibility that it isn't a light burden to carry either. They blame me for the deaths I ordered or took myself. They blame Squall, silently, for every life lost that he couldn't possibly save.

I cradle him in my arms. Hold the pieces together. If his heart is breaking, my love will be the glue.