Battle worn Soldier
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
908
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Battle worn Soldier
Authors notes: Just a short little piece. I really like how this came out though. Nothing overly descriptive but I like the feeling and imagery I got looking at the situation through Seifer's eyes. Enjoy.
Battle worn soldier
It's amazing what the after effects of endorphins can do. I feel like I'm in a haze, comfortable, quiet and content which certainly are three words most sane people wouldn't use to describe me. Yet still here I am with not a care in the world even if I know it won't last. The air in the room is a little chilled but it feels good against my skin which only moments before was almost unbearably hot. Besides it gives the sleeping brunette at my side a reason to snuggle in even closer. What a strange sense of affection I feel for him. A bond that goes much deeper than mere sex although it certainly doesn't bother me that he's overly attractive. Masculine, but a rather delicate masculine. It's rather hard to describe really, but that's only his looks. Most would pin his personality down in a second. Cold, calculating and above all ruthlessly efficient. I suppose I should consider myself lucky. I knew him in the days before all that, when he was just introverted Squall. Not this icy beast he has become. Somehow though I'm still able to be here and for all my brute force I wouldn't be if he didn't allow it. Maybe I'm one of the lucky ones being allowed so close to the lion's breast. I can't help but to suppress a smirk, and people say I'm dangerous?
I can see just outside onto the field through a small gap in the blinds. It started snowing some hours ago and now a dusty white powder has covered everything. The world has turned to a thousands shades of grey. Muted, quiet, and this reminds me, of well me. Even though I put on a face, show the students just how I happened to get my reputation for being the hard ass I pride myself on being. I have certainly lost a bit of my 'color' over the years. It's just a show for everyone really. Perhaps age has mellowed me? About the only true passion lies here in my arms and although we're both covered in scars, some more easily seen than others, I can not help to think that this is beautiful. Now I've never been one much for sentiments but I always was a romantic at heart. Even now the smell of that highly expensive cologne he wears sends a shiver down my back. More than once I've buried my face deep into the pillows or sheets to drink up the scent after he's gone. Perhaps I've been a fool in my life? Hell I've done more outrageous and stupid shit than anyone else I know. But I keep the peace, never let one word of it slip. I think some people know, those that Squall would dare to consider friends. They are more like close allies really but who am I to predict what that mind of his perceives? Fuujin knows and so did Rai long before he died. They, they were loyal though and I trusted them even more than I did Squall, although he was the one I came running too after I'd put my pride to rest.
I watch his chest slowly rise and fall, the brush of his hair sweeping over my shoulder. Griever, tarnished as he may be still manages to catch a bit of waning after noon light and casts a bit of a glow onto Squall's face. It may never be easy to explain and somehow I don't think it ever really was meant to be. I find comfort in that and as I watch his sleeping face I notice the lines around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth from that near constant frown he's worn for years. Has our youth really escaped us so fast? Like two battle worn soldier taking a reprieve from a world that won't quite ever understand. I'm glad he has forgiven me. I am thankful I can still call Balamb Garden my home and for the 1st time in nearly 30 years I have finally come to realize that this was always where I belonged.
12-10-07
Battle worn soldier
It's amazing what the after effects of endorphins can do. I feel like I'm in a haze, comfortable, quiet and content which certainly are three words most sane people wouldn't use to describe me. Yet still here I am with not a care in the world even if I know it won't last. The air in the room is a little chilled but it feels good against my skin which only moments before was almost unbearably hot. Besides it gives the sleeping brunette at my side a reason to snuggle in even closer. What a strange sense of affection I feel for him. A bond that goes much deeper than mere sex although it certainly doesn't bother me that he's overly attractive. Masculine, but a rather delicate masculine. It's rather hard to describe really, but that's only his looks. Most would pin his personality down in a second. Cold, calculating and above all ruthlessly efficient. I suppose I should consider myself lucky. I knew him in the days before all that, when he was just introverted Squall. Not this icy beast he has become. Somehow though I'm still able to be here and for all my brute force I wouldn't be if he didn't allow it. Maybe I'm one of the lucky ones being allowed so close to the lion's breast. I can't help but to suppress a smirk, and people say I'm dangerous?
I can see just outside onto the field through a small gap in the blinds. It started snowing some hours ago and now a dusty white powder has covered everything. The world has turned to a thousands shades of grey. Muted, quiet, and this reminds me, of well me. Even though I put on a face, show the students just how I happened to get my reputation for being the hard ass I pride myself on being. I have certainly lost a bit of my 'color' over the years. It's just a show for everyone really. Perhaps age has mellowed me? About the only true passion lies here in my arms and although we're both covered in scars, some more easily seen than others, I can not help to think that this is beautiful. Now I've never been one much for sentiments but I always was a romantic at heart. Even now the smell of that highly expensive cologne he wears sends a shiver down my back. More than once I've buried my face deep into the pillows or sheets to drink up the scent after he's gone. Perhaps I've been a fool in my life? Hell I've done more outrageous and stupid shit than anyone else I know. But I keep the peace, never let one word of it slip. I think some people know, those that Squall would dare to consider friends. They are more like close allies really but who am I to predict what that mind of his perceives? Fuujin knows and so did Rai long before he died. They, they were loyal though and I trusted them even more than I did Squall, although he was the one I came running too after I'd put my pride to rest.
I watch his chest slowly rise and fall, the brush of his hair sweeping over my shoulder. Griever, tarnished as he may be still manages to catch a bit of waning after noon light and casts a bit of a glow onto Squall's face. It may never be easy to explain and somehow I don't think it ever really was meant to be. I find comfort in that and as I watch his sleeping face I notice the lines around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth from that near constant frown he's worn for years. Has our youth really escaped us so fast? Like two battle worn soldier taking a reprieve from a world that won't quite ever understand. I'm glad he has forgiven me. I am thankful I can still call Balamb Garden my home and for the 1st time in nearly 30 years I have finally come to realize that this was always where I belonged.
12-10-07