Bravery
Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Squall, Seifer.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Notes: Wrote this blurb today after discussing yet another ficlet/blurb I'm writing for these (three) idiots with Chaos. For now I decided to write these two's end of things while I'm still working on the other one. For Chaos, ALynnL, and cinnerman, cuz we ship Idiots in Love. -snort-
Squall was aware of Seifer's looming proximity, even with his eyes closed. He was more than aware of how every hair on the back of his neck stood on end the more he felt Seifer's presence inch further and further into his personal space.
His instincts about the situation told him to push away, to fight against the other's approach and redraw the line of his space. Yet he continued to make no move to do such.
He slowly opened his eyes to glance up towards the blond, silently meeting their gaze, waiting.
"You're a mess." Seifer stated plainly, tone as blunt as ever.
A small quirk lifted the corner of Squall's lip. "I know." He answered.
Seifer pressed closer, inching his way until he was mere inches in front of the other, leering down at him. A shiver ran through Squall, mildly unnerved and fighting back the urge to break away.
"Feeling brave?" The other asked in a mildly taunting like way.
No. Not at all. He wanted to answer, but instead remained silent, frowning a little back at the other.
"…What's your point?" Squall asked quietly. The wondering of if this was merely another of Seifer's games or something else tugged at the forefront of his mind.
"My point?" Seifer responded, arching a brow.
"This. What are you getting at?"
He wasn't blind. He knew Seifer the best this way, this was something more than his usual jibes and attempts to get under his skin.
This was something incredibly passive. Well, coming from Seifer anyway. Which meant he was serious about whatever he was attempting to say to him nonverbally.
A mildly agitated grunt was his response and Seifer shook his head, leaning his head closer, eyes narrowing again. "Answer me. Feeling brave?"
"…" Squall felt his body freezing up, the tenseness he'd been trying to push down was rapidly coming to him and he felt his own body reacting on its own out of instinct to make a move to put space between them.
Seifer didn't give him that option as almost knowing what he'd do, they suddenly brought their hands up to push, pressing his body back and within another moment his body met the wall behind him.
Squall's hands rose in response and grasped at the fabric of Seifer's coat at his arms, gearing up to push back, but his eyes once again looked into the blond's and he froze again.
The look the other had in them was unfamiliar, but also hauntingly familiar. Unmistakable. It was a look he'd been on the receiving end of a few times before.
He swallowed; mouth suddenly dry. His fingers' grip became weak.
He knew what this look meant.
He also knew, he couldn't lie.
Not to Seifer. Not to himself.
Seifer was telling him what he felt without words and subsequently, was asking him for a response.
"I'm not brave. With you, I can take on anything." He began to answer slowly.
"But this," He murmured, flicking his gaze to their position before looking back. "Us. I'm terrified."
He wasn't aware of how his grip on the other had changed, going from grasping in an attempt to push away to something almost pleading, wordlessly asking for the others understanding.
There was a long silence between them.
Finally, Seifer moved. He leaned in until their foreheads were pressed together, continuing to stare into the brunet's eyes.
"Trust me."
Two words. Just two, and yet… They were the most weighted words Squall ever heard come from the other.
He swallowed again, suddenly aware of his racing heartbeat.
He felt as if he couldn't hear anything else but the blood pounding in his ears.
Taking a deep but shaky breath, Squall let his body go lax against the wall, lowering his resistance, allowing the other to press their weight into him.
He made up his mind.
"I do." He answered.
Another moment passed.
When Seifer's mouth crashed against his in a heated, rough kind of kiss, Squall met him with a fluid kind of coolness like condensation sliding against heated glass.
Truthfully, he was still terrified at this, the notion of what they were becoming and how things were going to change.
Yet…
It was Seifer; and he knew Seifer. Probably better than he knew himself.
He could do this… He could be brave.
If it was Seifer, he could do anything.
-End-