For those who like to see me write other characters, I've claimed the friendship of Seifer and Rinoa at fated(underscore)children, now. This fic uses the themes blue, wings, reunion and smile.
Seifer smiled at her; the smile not without its own little aches around the edges, not a particularly happy smile. "You chose blue, huh?"
It took her a moment, and then she looked down at her outfit, and laughed. "Oh! Yeah, I thought blue suited me better, in the end."
He kept the wavering smile, looking her over. "It does suit you, but did you really have to drag me through all those shops, back then, to find the perfect outfit? I swear you used to wear this outfit before I met you anyway."
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I did."
"White for an angel, wasn't it?" he asked. He didn't forget. The memories of that summer -- laughing, finding friends who didn't see him as "The Gunblade Specialist" or "Head of the Disciplinary Committee", stepping outside of the tight knit group, the memory of that sweet, easy smile... it had nourished him, taking him through the cold hard times in between when all his friends had left him. Well. When he had pushed anyone and anything away, desiring only to take a step forward and leave it all behind.
It'd followed him anyway, though maybe it was a good thing that she was back in his life.
His attention was called back to her as she touched his arm, bringing out of it with a gentle understanding. She'd matured, while he wasn't looking - grown from a girl into a young woman worthy of his rival's love. Yet her smile was still the same, sweet, naive, almost innocent.
"I figured I'd be just as good as a blue angel." She turned, lifting her hair, to show him the wings printed - in white of course - on the back of the cardigan she wore.
He laughed quietly, glad to have found this girl again, the one who had been his friend regardless of whatever, and the girl who was still his friend even though he'd done some awful crap to her and the one she loved. "Better, even."