Title: Getaway
Rating: K+
Character: Seifer (minor Seifer/Squall)
Summary: Seifer thinks about his yearly escape and about Squall.
Notes: For the themes 'star gazing' and 'introspection' at the Fated Children LJ community.
It's a shitty little place on a shitty little corner of Balamb, tucked away from the rest of the town like it's unwanted there, but he likes it, despite that fact. It's the perfect place to run away to, the perfect place to come and unwind and get away from everything, from everyone.
The place itself is small; two rooms, a bathroom and a main room, with a bed tucked off in the corner of it, are all that make up that place. He doesn't mind, though, because he likes it small. It makes things simpler, easier.
He only comes once every year, but he comes without telling anyone – not Raijin, not Fujin, and not Leonhart – where he's going or why. He comes whenever he can't take that place any more and whenever he can save up the money to rent it out, stays for a night or two, sometimes just sleeping the time away, others sitting up and watching the sky and the people as they pass, and the next morning, he leaves without a trace. He doesn't take anything with him but the clothes on his back and money to purchase food to survive, doesn't even bring Hyperion, because he has no need for it; his stays there are short, but without them, he thinks he might just fall apart.
He's been coming out here since he found this shitty little house three years ago, which really isn't that long, now that he thinks about it, but he likes to pretend that it is, just so he can pretend that he knows this place that much more.
Lying out there, arms crossed behind his head, grin on his face with the stars gleaming overhead, casting silver sprays of light over everything around him, he thinks that he'd like to bring Leonhart here once, just to see what he says, just to hold him out here and watch the nightlife glitter overhead.
Maybe he will one day, but not for a while.
He wants to cling to the peace for as long as he can, first.
