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050. Eyes - Squinoa
Golden
He had such cool eyes. They were so cold and grey - nothing like the bright blue eyes that Seifer had. But I was attracted to them nonetheless; they were every inch the bad boy, and that's exactly what drew me to men, much to my own hindrance. But I didn't expect him to act and speak so coldly to me too - his eyes were actually warmer than his frigid personality, it turned out. He was so stoic and short with his words. But I was still attracted to him, and his soft ebony hair and strong, defined jaw and toned, muscular body, and the grey, cold eyes. It was mostly funny how his eyes looked startled when I dragged him off to dance, and from that point on he seemed mostly confused. But that was okay. I only thought I'd ever seen him for one night, and I was at peace with that. I knew that with the memory of his cold, smouldering eyes I'd be okay.
I was honestly surprised when he actually came to Timber, but that was only the start. He was so cold and obtuse at first, but I soon got him to warm up to me. And by the time I was truly in danger, when the sorceress' powers had been transferred to me, and I was dead to the world - and I really thought I was dead too - he carried me, on his back, all the way to safety. He put himself on the line for me, so the story goes, and I'll never be able to thank him enough. I remember waking up to his eyes and, before I regained proper function of my brain, thinking how much he'd changed - how now, the once cold steel eyes were warming, and becoming golden in their warmth. He was thawing out, all because of me. I knew that I definitely liked him more than Seifer - Squall actually cared about me. He actually maybe even loved me.
When I found him in that shrinking limbo, I thought he was dead. He was so close to death - too close. I felt my eyes well and my throat clog and clump up. I took him in my arms and wished and prayed as I was sure I felt the life drain out of him. I closed my eyes and the next thing I felt was the sickly heat and claustrophobia of that limbo disappear, as my hair ruffled in a fresh spring breeze. Petals flew everywhere about us, and they clung to my hair, sticking to the raven strands. I looked around in awe as the world changed around me, the blanket of grey sky that was slowly consuming us was thrust back by a blue sky and expansive green field, covered in feathers and flowers. I looked down at him, and watched as his eyes fluttered open. The steel colour shifted as he saw me, and I noticed (somewhere in the rational part of the brain that wasn't screaming and crying and overly relieved did anyway) that his eyes softened to me, and just for me. The colour was reflected almost gold in the warmth and flower petals and brilliantly luminous golden sun. He had finally learnt to thaw out, and now he could kiss me in public. And he wasn't all bad and cold and curt anymore. He was soft and understanding and said everything he wanted to fully and freely - mostly, anyway.
His eyes were now grey, and golden, and warm.
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