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Part II
Seifer watched Squall as he stood and moved towards him. Seifer frowned before dropping his gaze back to the blood flowing from his wrists. It was strange to watch the blood run and not feel it, to not feel the pain. Maybe it was the fact that he had given up feeling anything years ago, or that fact that only music reached out to him, to the place inside him, small and insignificant, that still held emotions, that still FELT. Squall made to push a towel against the blood, but Seifer shook him away, ignoring his soft words as he stood, pushing past the smaller brunette until he stood by the window. He placed both palms against the glass as he contemplated the night-time view of the sea that they were currently drifting over. He resented the fact that no one cared, that no one bothered to speak with him. He looked at his own reflection between his palms, seeing the blond hair that hung in his eyes, the jade depths emotionless and hard as he looked at the scar between his brows. Perhaps, just perhaps, no one ever did.
"Seifer, come here." Squall's voice was quiet, but commanding. Seifer turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the brunette and he smiled, not the smirk that always rested there, but a true smile.
"Would you care Squall? Would you care if I died?" Seifer's voice was low, soft, a sweet sound that he didn't care about as he spoke to Squall. Squall frowned, reaching out to set a hand on Seifer's shoulder.
"Of course I care. What do you take me for?"
"An Ice Prince, properly named and labelled." Seifer spoke once again in that soft tone that made chills run down Squall's spine.
"Was an Ice Prince, Seifer, was." Squall lifted his hand from Seifer's shoulder and held it out towards his hands, silently asking to bind the wounds. Seifer shook his head, lifting a now empty gaze to Squall.
"One day, one fine day, maybe you'd understand." Seifer whispered the words, silent tears that he didn't realise or acknowledge slowly trickled down his cheeks.
"If I told you, if I told you I can." Seifer spoke in a whisper, the tears running heavier. His voice quivered under the strain of the salty lump of tears in his throat.
"I can walk, I can dream." Seifer felt the blood loss starting to go to his head.
"I can run, I can scream..." Seifer felt his head spin and he slumped down, curling his arms around his waist and bringing his knees up to keep them from Squall.
Part II
Seifer watched Squall as he stood and moved towards him. Seifer frowned before dropping his gaze back to the blood flowing from his wrists. It was strange to watch the blood run and not feel it, to not feel the pain. Maybe it was the fact that he had given up feeling anything years ago, or that fact that only music reached out to him, to the place inside him, small and insignificant, that still held emotions, that still FELT. Squall made to push a towel against the blood, but Seifer shook him away, ignoring his soft words as he stood, pushing past the smaller brunette until he stood by the window. He placed both palms against the glass as he contemplated the night-time view of the sea that they were currently drifting over. He resented the fact that no one cared, that no one bothered to speak with him. He looked at his own reflection between his palms, seeing the blond hair that hung in his eyes, the jade depths emotionless and hard as he looked at the scar between his brows. Perhaps, just perhaps, no one ever did.
"Seifer, come here." Squall's voice was quiet, but commanding. Seifer turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the brunette and he smiled, not the smirk that always rested there, but a true smile.
"Would you care Squall? Would you care if I died?" Seifer's voice was low, soft, a sweet sound that he didn't care about as he spoke to Squall. Squall frowned, reaching out to set a hand on Seifer's shoulder.
"Of course I care. What do you take me for?"
"An Ice Prince, properly named and labelled." Seifer spoke once again in that soft tone that made chills run down Squall's spine.
"Was an Ice Prince, Seifer, was." Squall lifted his hand from Seifer's shoulder and held it out towards his hands, silently asking to bind the wounds. Seifer shook his head, lifting a now empty gaze to Squall.
"One day, one fine day, maybe you'd understand." Seifer whispered the words, silent tears that he didn't realise or acknowledge slowly trickled down his cheeks.
"If I told you, if I told you I can." Seifer spoke in a whisper, the tears running heavier. His voice quivered under the strain of the salty lump of tears in his throat.
"I can walk, I can dream." Seifer felt the blood loss starting to go to his head.
"I can run, I can scream..." Seifer felt his head spin and he slumped down, curling his arms around his waist and bringing his knees up to keep them from Squall.