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🦁 ; What is your current big obsession? 

HMM. I need to actually give this a thought because I’m obsessed with...a LOT of things.

Seduction Starters

It had been around a month and a half since their last mission, which in Seifer’s eyes was considered a failure. They lost a member of their team, watched them bleed out right before their eyes as Seifer held them. While this wasn’t anything new to either man, something inside Seifer had broken that night. Since then, Cor had tried his hardest to get him to open up, always met with resistance and a fight.

Seifer had thrown himself hard into training, often being found on the grounds at odd hours of the day or night. He’d been avoiding Cor again to go over the intel they had managed to gather before everything went to shit, and while Cor was a patient man, things needed to be talked about.

As he walked in, he could hear the familiar sound of warping, followed by various amounts of curse words as he saw Seifer panted slightly, leaning against one of the pillars. He made sure his steps were heard, not wanting to take the man by surprise. 

Seifer half turned to see who had joined him, rolled his eyes and turned away. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have some paperwork to attend to, or someone to send to the wall?”  Already picking a fight. Cor wasn’t surprised.

“Already sent those to the wall that needed to go. Now I have free time. Thought I’d spend it away from the noise that’s the Citadel.” Cor placed a hand on his hip, shifting his weight as he looked around the area, making note of all the new holes and chips in the pillars surrounding them, before bringing his gaze back to Seifer. 

The man huffed out a laugh as he turned around and closed the distance between them, standing just a few feet away from Cor. “This is just another one of your ploys to try to talk to me. It ain’t gonna work. Might as well quit wasting your time on me, and go bother someone else. I don’t need your fucking sympathy.”

“So you’re going to push yourself to the brink of exhaustion instead? End up in med bay, again, and ignore the doctors orders, again, to come back here to do what? You’re not going to improve anything unless you acknowledge what happened.” Cor’s gaze was icy as he caught the man’s emerald eyes. “I’m going to be forced to put you on leave until you talk to me.”

Something flickered in Seifer’s eyes, a mixture of anger, and perhaps a little pain, as Seifer got right into Cor’s face, completely invading his personal space. “Do it, Sir. Put me on leave, it won’t change a damn thing. You can’t fucking help me.” They stood there for a moment, Cor unmoving in his gaze and his stance. 

“What? Do I need to give you more reason?” Seifer sneered as he leaned in just a little more. Cor could see the slight shake to Seifer’s body, a mixture of anger and exhaustion he surmised, and shook his head. 

“No... But don’t complain when you’ve hit rock bottom and have no one there to help you out because you refused to listen to reason. Your stubbornness to refuse help or comfort from those around you will continue to lead you on a very lonely, broken path. I thought you would have learned this by now, but apparently the only thing you can learn how to do is to fight. I’ll make sure your leave paperwork is completed when you get out of med bay again.” 

Cor knew his words were icy, and didn’t care. Cor was a patient man, but he couldn’t continue to chase after a man who only wanted to fight and push people away. 

As he turned to leave, he caught out of the corner of his eye Seifer reaching out, unsure if the man would punch him, or try to stop him from leaving. Cor continued to walk away, only freezing the moment he felt the man’s fingers brush against his shoulder, almost as if he was trying to get the Marshal to stop, and then changed his mind mid-grab. Slowly, Cor turned back to look at the blond haired man, searching his emerald eyes. 

“You don’t have to keep pushing me away....” his voice was quiet. He could see the conflict dancing in Seifer’s eyes as he battled with himself in his head. Cor knew that asking for anyone to stay with him, to comfort him, even when he needed it, was hard. 

“You...” Seifer started, before snorting and shaking his head. “Fuck this, forget it.” he waved the Marshal off, and turned to walk away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Cor paused for a brief moment, before reaching out and grabbing Seifer’s arm hard, holding him in place. “If you’d give me five fucking minutes, Almasy, you’d know how much I actually understand.” his words had a bite to them, but not of anger. It was hurt and frustration. He knew what it felt like to finally be broken and not know what to do with that pain. 

Fully expecting the man to fight him off, Seifer surprised him by stopping, and Cor felt the man relax under his touch. Releasing his grip, Cor slid his hand to the man’s shoulder.

She swears, that guy is making her wait on purpose. No proof of that, she’s just anxious. He’s the first person that’s agreed to help them despite her and the Owls really having not much to offer. Turns out when you’re a broke rebel group with too few members, people weren’t knocking on the door to come help regardless if it was for a good reason - stick it to the tyrannical Galbadia. Then again.. maybe he wasn’t coming? Maybe Seifer changed his mind, decided to spend his summer doing something fun and exciting. Her face grimaces at this possibility. He wasn’t an Owl.. he wasn’t one of them. Just like that, he could walk away. His help would’ve been nice, someone who knew about battles and could help with strategies, and well, who knew what else. And he was cute.

Her attention is broken when a train can be heard approaching. This is it; he’s either here or he’s not. Rinoa crosses both her fingers, practically hopping in place and biting her bottom lip. Please let him be on that train! One by one, people are boarding off. Rinoa leans back and fourth, squinting to try to see if she could see through the windows with no luck. 

Just when it seems like he’s just not coming out of there, her eyes lock into the familiar red crossed coat. She squeals, jumping in place excitedly before she bolts to him, dodging the crowd of the new arrivals until she reaches her destination - Seifer’s side. Her arms grab one of his without hesitation, and not even trying to hide her excitement and glee as she looks up at him.

“You showed up! For a second there I was thinking you changed your mind. Zone and Watts are going to be so excited.” She releases his arm, now hopping in front of him, now acting as a guide to the Owls hide-out. Top secret, after all. “We’ve got a few idea’s going, buuut, we’ll talk about it when we get there.” Never know who’s listening in. Truth be told, Zone and Watts weren’t totally sold on bringing someone in, but she’d convinced them.

Munday Questions: Muse answers questions about the mun

@hyperionalmasy​​          * mini starter call   //   ‘ grump ’ - bad mood starter

CALL IT A DISASTER ,   BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY APPROPRIATE WORD FOR IT .   easy peasy ,   his ass .   the intel had been wrong   ;   walked blindly into it ,   like sacrifices led straight to the slaughter ,   too confident for a second before it went sideways .   low terrain ,   uneven ground     ———     should’ve expected it ,   but the ambush still caught them by surprise .   chaos ,   unfiltered ,   unrestrained ,   and the shockwave of magic exploded in DESPERATE BURSTS OF LIGHT amidst the sea of gunfire .   the stench of ozone was heavy in the air as lightning struck down another mt ,   and it still wasn’t enough to make a dent against the forces surrounding them .   

"Seein' somethin' you like, Kinneas?"

The taunt was hummed close to Irvine's ear, Seifer having pulled up to him while the sharpshooter was lost in thought, most likely deep enough to not notice his former-enemy-come-ally approach.

The tall blond stepped up now, next to the other man and tried snatching his cigarette by means of smoking it himself. The glint in emerald eyes was disdainful, the curl around tighened lips almost a sneer, yet too much of a shadow of it to really be anything but the ghost of some such.

Slumping against the pillar the other was leaning against with his shoulder, Seifer then fell quiet, observing the brunet's reaction.

He didn't like the fact the sharpshooter had joined their ranks. Much less that Squall had dragged him along like some lost puppy that needed his master to not lie down and starve to death.

Prodding his molar with the tip of his tongue, the blond Glaive simply stood and stared at the man. The past years had been rather kind to the intruder, his appearance surely still a magnet for every woman within sight.

What he did not like was the prospect of the same attractiveness getting in the way of his attempts to mend the bond between him and Squall. Or the damn cowboy getting in the way whatsoever.

The thought that the three of them, all having grown up in the same orphanage, could find a new sense of cameraderie, even friendship alluded him - naturally. All he knew was competition, having to prove himself and biting his way through life. And so he would do now. What didn't help was the fact that Seifer had never been part of their group, for one because his rebellious nature did not allow his ego to be associated with 'little kids' as he had called them, but also because his arrogance and aggressiveness scared the others away, resulting in being left out. Again, something he would never openly admit to feeling anything else but indifferent about.

The voice in his ear wasn’t necessarily unexpected, but still made him tense for a fraction of a second. More because he had let himself get lost in thought and lose sense of what was around him and not because of the person the voice belonged to.

Seifer Almasy, once an enemy, now comrade. Someone he had grown up with, though unfortunate circumstances had led them down different roads. It felt like a strange twist of fate that they would be brought back together.

He also figured Seifer would likely be teaching him the ropes of the magic he would be wielding soon, especially since Squall wasn’t at the same level Seifer was at. 

He quirked a brow and let the man steal the cigarette from his hand, before drawing another out of the pack. “Ahh, not yet. But who says I’ll let you know when I do?” he drawled on, with a smirk on his lips. Pulling out his lighter, he lit the cigarette, then offered it to Seifer to light his own. “Afraid that I’ll like the same thing you do?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips before he took a long drag, blowing the smoke through his nose as his gaze shifted back out towards the group training on the grounds. It was no secret that he was a womanizer, though if there was a man who struck his fancy he’d be found attempting to woo them as well. However, as he had gotten older, the wooing slowed. More because hopping from bed to bed wasn’t a way he wanted to live his life, especially when he was on the road a lot.

thank you!! it was super fun to make! but yessss I love the nurses! they’re so freaky and cool! <333

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The court had argued for hours. Mors hadn’t been any help- it had been Regis’ project, after all. Whatever fallout of any decisions that were to be made would rest squarely on his shoulders. If Regis hadn’t known any better, he would have viewed this as Mors finally granting him some regal responsibilities. That was the easiest explanation- the one the people were swallowing as if it were a spoon full of sugar. Their fear of the King should have taught them better. Mors had allowed Regis to handle this one, not because he was finally viewing his son as ready to inherit court affairs, but because he was hoping for Regis to fail miserably. It would prove that Mors’ teachings were correct, and whatever it was Regis had been trying to accomplish here was nothing but a child’s dream. Mors would then have the authority to disband the Glaives without the people of the provinces questioning the move and creating unrest. A sly, calculated move.