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dualislogs2019-09-02 11:21 pm
silentnarration) wrote in dualislogs2019-09-02 11:21 pm
Three Final Fantasy characters walk into a bar
WHO: Squall, Seifer, Cloud, ??
WHAT: Trying out weapons
WHERE: Workshop outside the city
WHEN: Sep 3
WARNINGS: Fight! Potentially blood and injury
Holding a gunblade in his hand again, even if it's just blade without the gun, is exhilarating. Doesn't matter what else Squall doubts about his own future, he won't give this up anytime soon. Plus, it's great stress relief from the hellish invasion of memories just weeks ago.
There's a lot of things making this fun. One, he's never fought alongside Seifer before. Two, Cloud is... remarkably powerful, way beyond what his stature and figure would indicate. Three, the prototype gunblade is a great teaser to what Seifer is going to eventually make.
He falls back to stay out of range of Cloud's buster sword (how is he even wielding that so easily?), eyes flicking over to Seifer to see what he's doing. It's strange having to flip his thoughts from how to counter Seifer's attacks to how to complement it, but all those years of fighting each other is working in their favor now.
He runs in to swipe at an opening from the other side. He's precision and skill even without the trigger component. It's clear he's treating the sparring session like a real battle. Seifer's taught him that much.
WHAT: Trying out weapons
WHERE: Workshop outside the city
WHEN: Sep 3
WARNINGS: Fight! Potentially blood and injury
Holding a gunblade in his hand again, even if it's just blade without the gun, is exhilarating. Doesn't matter what else Squall doubts about his own future, he won't give this up anytime soon. Plus, it's great stress relief from the hellish invasion of memories just weeks ago.
There's a lot of things making this fun. One, he's never fought alongside Seifer before. Two, Cloud is... remarkably powerful, way beyond what his stature and figure would indicate. Three, the prototype gunblade is a great teaser to what Seifer is going to eventually make.
He falls back to stay out of range of Cloud's buster sword (how is he even wielding that so easily?), eyes flicking over to Seifer to see what he's doing. It's strange having to flip his thoughts from how to counter Seifer's attacks to how to complement it, but all those years of fighting each other is working in their favor now.
He runs in to swipe at an opening from the other side. He's precision and skill even without the trigger component. It's clear he's treating the sparring session like a real battle. Seifer's taught him that much.
AND THEN I MADE YOU WAIT FOREVER. (I apologise.)
Rinoa does not suspect that he's really ever travelled down this pathway before. It is possible that the Garden has taught their SeeDs something about biology. She'd be surprised if they didn't, actually. She imagines they are quite likely in the same boat. They each know just enough to be dangerous. As such, it's not quite so surprising that he eyes her the way he does—curious, and inquisitive, in his own Squall, calculating fashion.
His voice finds her ears and at first she has no idea what he means. But when he follows in suit, she tries not to stare overly much. Truth is, Squall's a handsome man. She'd never been kidding the first time she told him that the night at the inauguration soiree. It's a little different to see him when he doesn't have much to hide behind, however. And the difference being that she still has stuff to bury herself under. Sort of. So after some consideration, she still holds her shirt, though she lowers it in favour of letting him look as he might.
If she's going to gander, then there's no reason he can't.
Her gaze falls over the structure of his frame, something she can't say she's thought too much about. Perhaps fleeting thoughts here and there, but nothing she's seriously lost sleep over or anything of that sort. He's a little more muscular than she's expected. Well-built. Stable. Secure. Becoming. It's not hard for her to imagine what it might be like to brush fingertips over the subtle ripples of his torso. Over meadows of skin and hills of taut muscle.
She almost at once begins blushing all over again.
"Oh... You didn't have to do that," she manages to reply, though issues something of a bashful smile. "Thanks, though. You don't think this is awkward? I mean, I guess it actually is, but." What is she even trying to say? She finally moves from where she's been rooted and she decides to sit beside him and as if she attempts to feign nonchalance, she rests a bare shoulder against his.
Maybe a little skin contact is in order.