So maybe 'constant hugs' isn't what Materia and Spiritus meant by fighting for the safety of the world. 'Canoodling with the enemy' or whatever probably isn't a great look to the others. But who really gives a damn about this world, anyways? All that matters to him is Zack, the fact he's here, real, and they're together. For real, this time. So yeah, Squall's going to take every chance he gets to hug Zack, creep up behind him and wrap around him. And hope he doesn't open his big mouth about it.
squall thats gay / @revolverized
he can practically feel spiritus’ disapproval. it sure was an experience to be summoned up in front of an eldritch god for the ‘you do understand you’re fraternizing with the enemy, right?’ talk. zack imagines he’s lucky not to have been fried to a crisp for blithely responding that he’s not done nearly as much fraternizing as he’d like to, yet.
so, yeah. he gets it. he knows they’re on opposite sides and even the gods are eyeing them with confusion. and, frankly, he doesn’t give a shit. nobody asked the gods to drag him into their war and nobody asked zack if he wanted to pick a side. he picks squall, and all the constant sneak-cuddles that come with him.
( zack’s had to get accustomed to differentiating between enemy attacks, and squall creeping up behind him for a quick bout of affection. )
“hey,” he greets as arms wrap securely about his waist and squeeze. his heart flips and that’s how he knows it’s squall: nobody else provokes these feelings in his chest. he’ll turn around in a moment and see about stealing a few kisses. now, he does precisely what he promised himself he would at every given opportunity, and takes one of squall’s hands. holds on tight. “did ya miss me that much?”
