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                                                         HE WAS JOKING.

                                                           He had to be. 

                                                ❝   — No. ❞

There was no other reason for such an out of the blue, completely batshit statement. Such a heavy threat to be issued so casually with the utmost confidence he'd even consider complying. Either Seifer was joking  -  or he'd genuinely lost more sanity than he let on following the shitshow with Ultimecia. Something he honestly wouldn't rule out entirely given...

At the sight of movement, slight but sudden, still something worth taking note of, Squall's eyes narrow, thinning to the same dangerous sharpness as that of his gun-blade, distrust  &  unease wafting off him in heavy thickened waves as he bristles like a wet cat defensively.

Every nerve in his body screamed to run, to react, to do something other than just sit there like a target waiting on the off chance that the blonde would explain further, as if logic was something still possible of being grasped with that chillingly determined look spotted in focused sights. Something darker than usual, more sinister, pierced with a startling clarity that only furthered Squall’s unease even with his weapon visibly in hand.

He got the feeling he wasn't going to get a direct answer anytime soon  - at least not one that would help  -  if at all.

Refusing to show any other hint of fear or weakness, stubborn or admirable, possibly foolish, Squall stands his ground, fingers tightening in their hold around the hilt of his drawn weapon, a reassuring weight clutched firmly within the chilled palm of his hand. It gives him some form of courage, even if it feels fleeting. In an attempt to ease his nerves  &  feign nonchalance, he props his blade against a shoulder, idly bouncing it dull end down as he arches a brow at the other man.

He keeps steely sights pinned straight ahead, chin jerking upwards in a defiantly challenging manner, choosing to call the bluff rather than let it worry him any further.

                                                  ❝   — You’re so full of shit, you know that. You really think I’d agree to something like that even if you were serious? ❞

Noctis hadn’t needed the Glaive to save him from that Behemoth – he’d totally had it covered and he wouldn’t admit any differently, especially not out loud. He was just glad that Seifer hadn’t decided to lecture him. If Cor or Gladio had been there, they’d be chewing him out for letting his guard down for that brief second.

“I’d be a pretty crappy Prince if I couldn’t warp.” The Crystal’s magic was his birthright and unlike the Glaive who essentially borrowed their magic from his father, Noctis’ connection was straight to the source. Warping had always come easy. Magic had been a little harder to control. For the longest time, whenever he’d use magic it was like opening up a floodgate and he’d lose control over it. He had a better handle over it now, but on occasion, a fire or lightning spell would spiral out of control.

“How do you do that? Understand your enemy’s weak points?”

Noctis had always thought that training with the same handful of people was pointless. Gladio and Cor were both amazing warriors, but he knew how they fought. He didn’t always win (never against Cor) but he knew how they fought. With an actual enemy, he wouldn’t have that advantage.

Seifer’s question completely caught him off guard and he found his cheeks heating up as he stared blankly at the other.

Do you like writing and building up background or NPC characters to your muse?

There are some that are occasionally mentioned, but they're not necessarily fully fleshed out, if that makes sense? I do like adding background info for her, though! Most of it is generally based in Trabia since we know very little about her years as a student up there.

For instance, Selphie became a nunchaku specialist because she learned from another cadet a couple of years older than her in Trabia that had mastered the weapon long before she ever gained an interest in it. He'd returned to T-Garden once he became a SeeD, but unfortunately he didn't survive the missile attack, and is one of the graves she regularly visits when she makes trips up north.

I also hc that Trabia is run by a headmistress that Selphie kind of sees as a maternal figure. The whole Garden is tight-knit like its own family, too, hence why she cares so much about pretty much everyone there.

What’s an obscure or unusual hobby/interest of your muse?

Some of them might not be terribly obscure, like her obsession with music and the Garden Festival and her scary good skills in the Ragnarok without proper training. But along with her desire to collect all of Laguna's Timber Maniacs articles and making her friends keep an online journal of sorts?

The last of her deliveries done and dusted, Aerith had been in the process of handing in the keys to the delivery van to clock out when she happened to check her phone.

Eyes wide she ripped the keys back out of the florists hand. “Sorry! I forgot something!”

Ten minutes ago Seifer had texted. If she knew him, he hadn’t done a damn thing about his maybe-for-sure broken bone.

[text] Where are you??

[text] I’m coming to pick you up don’t do anything else.

“You don’t want to be a boy anymore?

“Come with me to a place of no return. Bid farewell to your childhood.”

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Cloud did not take kindly to that sudden grasp of his hips only to be dragged back into the metaphorical hell of that hotel room. He resists, hands gripping at the doorframe before the heat of Seifer’s breath turns his blood to wire, his body stilled against those scathing gut wrenching words which had his breath catch sharply in his throat. 

Slowly, Cloud turns into that hot demanding breath, eyes narrowed and gleaming with a spiteful fury to meet with those cruel, unyielding emerald hues. 

The Darker The Weather, The Better The Man

Final Fantasy 8 Fanfiction Pairing: Seifer Almasy / Squall Leonhart

Chapter 4 is now up!

Outtake:

"Stay here tonight." Seifer heard himself say before his brain could catch on. Oh, this was great, a wonderful idea. What could possibly go wrong with him being stuck inside all night with Squall fucking Leonhart?