#seifer.

@angelocannons and any other Rinoa/Squall/Seifer who hasn’t seen this already--

tagged by: @murroyilodel​

tagging: whomever! 

Did it for both Xu and Seifer; results under cut~

“I’m just saying, you keep that shit up, you might explode. Death by emotional constipation.” 

They’re drinking. They’re always drinking, especially lately-- Seifer doesn’t know if it makes the appeal of what inevitably happens later any better, but it certainly doesn’t hurt. 

Their glasses are too empty. He picks up the bottle in the center of the table, pouring generous servings into each, and sets it back down significantly lighter. 

“What? What?” He scrambles awake, immediately alert and whipping his head around, looking for the obviously imminent danger. There isn’t any, at least not that he can see, and he finally turns his attention toward her. 

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? | this meme!

Xu: 

-Shows up with coffee just because. 

-Memorizes takeout orders

-Quiet reminder texts about meetings or deadlines.

-Occasionally buys surprise weapons for people who happen to be in her profession. 

Seifer: 

-Physical affection

-Phone calls (this is huge; he is against wasting time on the phone as a rule when a text will suffice). 

-Shows up with flowers and equally ridiculous romantic gestures. 

Crowe: 

-”Accidentally” remembers coffee or drink orders. 

Seifer ran his hand over the spot, bowing his teeth to nip at Shane’s shoulder. “Sorry,” he murmured. Force of habit, hard to break, but he was trying, trying. He’d come, after all, from a world of brutality, violence, every action with a knife-sharp edge of pain to it, backed by the sadistic grin of people who liked it.

It was difficult to move on from that, and he was certain he’d never shake it from his bones— one didn’t tame a wolf, after all, something still lingering feral in his sea-green eyes.