#⦗ ˖𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆˖ ― (ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ) ⦘

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  @lionfated​

Shell-shocked. Whatever it was that he had expected, this was not it. His trial had been in session for quite a while, and with everything that he had done, the evidence being overwhelming, Seifer was not naive enough to believe that he would leave this place without a death sentence. Only natural, and a cruel twist of fate considering this had been what he had run from to begin with. His first mistake, thinking back. Someone like him didn't run, no good came from it, clearly, and while he had not seen it like that back when Matron showed herself before him, it was easier to see clearly now. Without the haziness blurring his mind and thoughts, without the panic while his body was trying to decide between fight or flight. Without the burning hatred that she had kindled inside of him, nurturing the flame until his whole being was ablaze with it. Now there remained numbness, thankfully provided and strengthened by the painkillers that kept him sitting upright to begin with, the huge scar marring his upper body still being fresh and irritated, even months later. He fucking knew why he disliked junctioning Guardian Forces, unpredictable as they were. Defeating them had been a high like he rarely experienced before, slaying one of them as he had was a whole other level. But everything that followed after… Hyne, he could definitely do without that. But all of that didn’t matter when the doors to the hall in the Galbadian court house opened and none other than Squall Leonhart made his entrance, stepping into the place like he had been ordered there. Maybe he even was. That was it, then. Seifer was certain the only reason the commander had come was to make sure he got locked up safe and secure and that his death sentence would be followed up with in a timely fashion. Still, he couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason for his freezing up, the way his eyes remained fixed on the smaller man as he approached the stand to make his own testimony, or statement, or whatever it was that they called him here for. So far, only the Galbadian and Estharian politicians had been pleading their case, Esthar having been a weird mixture of surprisingly lenient and incredibly insistent he had to be punished. From what Seifer had heard, that mixture likely was somehow the president’s “fault”. Frankly, he simply wished that everything would finally be over with, so in the most unexpected way ever, Leonhart proved to be his silver lining. Sentence me and be done with it, for fuck’s sake… Glancing to where the other one stood, he could not very well read his expression (not that that had ever been easy to begin with). Folding his hands in his lap and tightening the grip, the tall blond awaited whatever would happen next, certain it would hasten the whole process along considerably. Hopefully…

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

@onepartbrave​​ | |  *Squall Leonhart

“ revenge won’t bring peace for you. ”

Despite it having been weeks since it all came to an end, he couldn’t properly shake the tenseness in his body, clinging to it as if expecting to be tossed into the maelstrom of war, death, her voice in his head and the many, countless, endless nights he had to go without sleep again at any given moment. He still couldn’t rest and had not slept through one night after he initially passed out from the wound inflicted during the fight inside the Lunatic Pandora. Nightmares haunted him, and working through what he experienced seemed hardly to be an option, not with everything slowly resurfacing. Part of him was thankful for Fu and Rai to take him in, nurse him back to relative health, and showing patience with his bouts of aggression, panic, and other signs of the scars he had brought back home. Another part privately hated them for the same, humiliated and ashamed, guilt weighing heavy on his mind and heart alongside it all. Being stuck in Balamb Town certainly didn’t help. Not with the way people looked at him, not with those who he once tried to kill being so close. Garden students, his former enemies, and townspeople that had seen him during the occupation of Balamb. It was hard to leave the hotel room his friends had rented for him most of the days. And of course, there was him. The ever-present figure during all of it, like a shadow, like a mocking mirror image of could-have-beens. Squall, who had become everything Seifer wanted to be. Squall, who had been handed all Seifer had dreamed about all his life. Commander, Knight, Hero. Someone people looked up to and relied upon, not out of fear but because they trusted and admired him. Never in his life would the blond have ever expected the other one to live up to such great titles and responsibilities. Naturally, as he was clad in such a role, Leonhart would eventually come to see him. It had taken weeks, if not more than a month (for telling time apart had become somewhat of a challenge, being without any task to follow and with his sleep meddled as it was), but Seifer was not surprised - after all, the last time they faced each other, they had been fighting for their very lives, and not just to test their strengths as it once were. Standing in front of the window leading out to a small balcony, the tall blond remained after he had opened the door to his hotel room, momentarily stunned by the sight of the brunet looking up at him with features unreadable as ever. Instincts told him not to turn his back on the other man, but he knew there was no backstabbing attack to be feared. It wasn’t Leonhart’s style to fight dirty, after all, and aside from all that, the war was over, done. Despite the window being opened, leaving white curtains to gently sway in the ocean breeze, the telling smell of alcohol hang in the air, clinging to the sheets and the tall blond’s clothes alike, same as the stench of cigarettes, the ashtray betraying just how much he smoked nowadays. Clad in black pants and a simple, red shirt, Seifer did not resemble anything of what he looked like during the months he had traveled the world in her name. He was paler, his hair a little longer and while still slicked back, single strands fell into his face ever so often, bright stubble on his cheeks and jaw, while the deep shadows under his eyes betrayed the lack of sleep. ”Revenge won’t bring peace for you.” Catching himself as he had not really listened to what Leonhart was saying, the last part had him stiffen all over again as his mind caught on to the words spoken in his direction, shoulders sliding up just so. He could not recall what the brunet had been on about before, but it didn’t really matter. Exhaling a sharp huff through his nose, scoffing in nature almost, Seifer glanced back over his shoulder, emerald eyes avoiding the corner of the room in which Fujin had hung up his trenchcoat, torn, dirty, and blood-stained. “You think I still want revenge, is that it?” There was a sharp edge to his voice, but it was a far cry from what he used to sound like back in the days of Garden, when he would taunt the other to get a reaction, any reaction out of him. “Why are you here, Leonhart? What do you want? …aside from preaching to me…”

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@onepartbrave​ | ✽ SQUALL LEONHART

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .

If asked, he would deny that the situation was calm and relaxed, for Seifer could hardly ever really shake the tension that the anticipation of something catching on a hook brought with it. Raijin had tried to teach him the skill of patience and quiet, but much like Fujin, the tall blond wasn’t really cut out for it. It had taken him a whole month to suppress any need for fumbling around, tapping his foot in impatience or otherwise disturb the quiet that was inevitably needed if one wanted to catch something. In the end, however, he appreciated his old friend having taken the time with him, as much as the ex-knight hated to be surrounded by quiet, especially after the war and the various fallouts it had for him, it was simultaneously something strangely therapeutic. Facing his weaknesses or something to that effect. Even with their contact almost died out nowadays aside from ocassional letters or messages on phone, the fishing-thing had stuck with Seifer. It was something he needed to be in the mood for, something that afforded him to be in the right headspace (otherwise thoughts would circle and wander, ending him up in a maelstrom of memories he’d rather not face out in the open where people could see the tremors coming with it). Hearing footsteps approach, the blond had learned to usually ignore them, and most of the time people would not really interrupt him when he was sitting in his usual place, he still caught the other from the corner of his eye - it was simply impossible for him to not sense the presence of black leather and white fur along with that stare that would bore into him when Squall thought he wasn’t watching. One had idly lifted, waving the brunet closer, without really sparing him a close look as he kept his focus on the lure in the water, listening to the rustling of clothes as his former rival came closer, letting himself finally sink down close. The minutes kept passing in a silence that just didn’t seem right between the two of them, but Seifer privately had already decided to rebel against his instincts when it came to the brunet and use what was expected of him against the other. Admittedly, it took a lot of effort to even keep his face straight, but he managed to, almost appearing disinterested in what he was doing or that the other was sitting in what actuall should feel comfortable for him. Wasn’t it Squall who always appreciated silence over noise? The blond could feel eyes resting on him, could almost feel the irritation his behavior caused roll off the other one in waves and again, it was a close call for him to not start snickering because it still was so easy to make Leonhart trip if he found the right buttons to push - even if it meant to behave exactly opposite to what he usually would. When the other shifted, clearly wanting to get his attention, he finally allowed his gaze to wander over, meeting stormy blues, his expression still bare of any hint as to what he could be feeling, instead just staring into the other’s eyes before he uttered his words. ��If I can’t cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.” It was random, it was completely bar any connection to what they had talked about before or to what he was doing currently, and it clearly had the desired effect of completely baffling and throwing Squall off. Finally not able to contain a chuckle, the quiet laugh rumbled away from his chest and filled the silence between them as the brunet stared up at the sky, lying on his back now. It caused Seifer to fall silent again, seeing the other in a vulnerable position like that, lips briefly pressing thin before he let his own gaze wander back out onto the water. “Wanna try?”

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                                 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 - 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎'𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 - 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥

𝐀 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 - 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧? 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞? 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞?

𝐎𝐡 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰-𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎'𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 - 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥

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