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𝐈'𝐌 𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 I ruin everything I get my bony hands on.

I've got solar flares for your dead gods , space dust for your fuel rods Dark days for your solstice , dancing through the depths of Hellfire , on the winds that started from within My blood beats so alive , might tear right through my skin ⸻

A STORY OF · · striving for greatness · childhood dreams turned into nightmares · fighting against all odds · ambition becoming violence · being trapped in one's ways · defying fate · being set up to fail and still trying time and time again · the mind as a fractured thing · a knight with no one to protect · anger as a shield · fire burning inside · self-destruction as form of punishment · being self-aware yet unable to change · the cut-flower sound of a man waiting to die · a smile made of war · ·

                                    ❝I am a thrived chaos.❝

⸻ · · VISIONARYANARCHIST: A private, semi-selective, low activity, mutuals only, plot heavy 🙴 headcanon based take on 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 written by 🧿 𝐍𝖎𝖍𝖎𝖑 // Jay (+30) . he/they . CEST. Please read the rules before following. MDNI. EST 2020 . RE EST 2025

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌.

DIRECTORY

··⟢  𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬   ··⟢ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭    ··⟢  𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 ··⟢  𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ··⟢  𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 ··⟢  𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ··⟢  𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ··⟢  𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 (𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅) 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 ⸻

@mutepragmatist

― 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥: @zauneyed . @megalomanist . @zenolacrum

― 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲: extremely low // active when I can

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Astounding how much it took him to let his hand linger, the touch barely connecting, forcing himself to be that steady pillar he'd wanted to be when the movement commenced, despite an inner voice screaming at him to not ever touch Squall again.

Just as surprising was the fact that the other didn't move away, didn't even truly flinch. Especially when Seifer full well knew that Squall did not appreciate being touched, or crowded. Maybe that was the reason it felt a little easier for him to remain as he was?

For the time being, he elected to refrain from giving his thoughts on Time Compression — and Artemisia — allowing for the other to set the pace of the conversation. Clearly he had been through something no one had made him privy to yet, and frankly, Seifer wanted to know what it was. He privately had always prided himself knowing the other one better than anyone else, and not being able to tell as much about what went through that aloof head of Squall's definitely caused some discomfort. As if he was still entitled to know as much to begin with…

So when Squall set to speak, the blond's brows knitted slightly, expression stern as he tried to imagine what it must have been like to be stuck in the described vertigo, always pushing forward yet never reaching anything. No goal, no enemy to fight, no place, nothing. A truly and thoroughly horrifying circumstance to be stuck in.

Years, maybe even decades…

The words were enough to have Seifer inhale a sharp breath, his fingers unintentionally curling into the fabric where his hand was still resting on Squall's arm, lips pressed thin. He himself had been through something not exactly similar, but when Artemisia took away his sleep, every minute of the day seemed to stretch impossibly, his head all foggy and dazed, confusion hard to push past. He could only guess how terrible it must have been to not just be caught in this kind of haze, but to physically be stuck like that.

Still remaining how he was, he let Squall continue, listened to how he believed the sorceress had somehow still been present, taunting and cursing him, as if hellbent on taking him down with her, if it was the last thing she could do. It was then that he moved, not thinking twice about it, his grip tightening further as he pulled Squall closer, arms snaking around the other. It was impulsive, and probably his former rival would finally be fed up with him encroaching into his space like that, but hearing what he had been through made him feel like he'd slip out of his grasp any moment, taken back into whatever hellscape it was Time Compression had forced him into.

"….'m sorry…", he murmured, breath ghosting over brunet hair as he pulled Squall in even tighter, inhaling his scent for what seemed to be the first time in their lives.

"I was stupid to follow her in Timber. Should've known better. You should never have needed to go this far."

Had he not sworn to himself to make sure Squall was ready for everything? Had he not, without ever saying it out loud, sworn to protect him?

@mutepragmatist

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? ↳ stormy sky

you don't shy away from expressing yourself. your emotions can be unpredictable, but you try not to stifle them. you're passionate to a fault. you are fiercely loyal and won't hesitate to defend and protect the people and things you care about. but you can be impatient at times - with yourself and with others. sometimes you turn to "easier" emotions like anger when you don't know how to handle things like guilt, grief, or helplessness

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