FFVIII: Kissy Chase
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine involves Squall in their games. For 100_chances, but also to cheer up my beloved candywrapper.
"He was crying again yesterday," Selphie whispers, and Irvine frowns and gets up, pulling his hand from Selphie's. Squall is standing there staring at them, and Irvine thinks that he looks like the hungry dog who sniffed around the Orphanage and crouched longingly at the door of the kitchen some months ago. He looks as if he's dying to join them but doesn't quite dare, just in case.
"Let's ask him to play with us," he whispers to Selphie, and then he crosses to Squall, looking into the serious boy's eyes. "Wanna play with us? We were going to play hide 'n' seek or somethin', but maybe you can think of a better game."
Selphie gets up and brushes herself off with a little eager bounce, coming to stand beside Irvine. Squall glances from her to him and back several times before relenting a little, chewing on his lip nervously. "Seifer'll mess it up if he sees us," he half-whispers.
"I'll chase him off," Irvine insists, full of his own importance and the knowledge of being the best with a slingshot.
"I'll hit him with my skipping rope!" Selphie promises, and Squall bites his lip harder and ducks his head, nodding a little.
Sis only left a few months ago, so the loneliness isn't as deep into Squall as it will get. He hasn't been truly himself in all those months, but there're still glimpses of his old self and that's what shows through when he plays with Irvine and Selphie; tag and hide and seek and kissy-chase.
Irvine catches Squall and wrinkles his nose. "Do I gotta kiss you?"
"...That's the rules of the game," Squall says, quietly, his voice getting lost in itself.
Selphie thinks it's funny. She bounces a little and pokes Irvine in the back, daring to come within reach now, but dancing away quickly. "Yeah, you gotta kiss him! Why'd'you chase him if you didn't want to kiss him?"
Irvine huffs and shakes his hair out of his face. "You're not gonna hit me or anythin' if I kiss you?"
"'Course not."
So Irvine kisses Squall, a little shaky press of the lips and then backs away quickly, wiping his mouth. "There, I did it, Selphie! Now I'm gonna kiss you!"
Squall doesn't play anymore, he stands there with his hands in his pockets, the lost and lonely look back in his eyes. But if anyone had been really looking, they would've seen the way his eyes got wide when Irvine kissed him, wide and warm like they used to when Sis took his hand.
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine involves Squall in their games. For 100_chances, but also to cheer up my beloved candywrapper.
"He was crying again yesterday," Selphie whispers, and Irvine frowns and gets up, pulling his hand from Selphie's. Squall is standing there staring at them, and Irvine thinks that he looks like the hungry dog who sniffed around the Orphanage and crouched longingly at the door of the kitchen some months ago. He looks as if he's dying to join them but doesn't quite dare, just in case.
"Let's ask him to play with us," he whispers to Selphie, and then he crosses to Squall, looking into the serious boy's eyes. "Wanna play with us? We were going to play hide 'n' seek or somethin', but maybe you can think of a better game."
Selphie gets up and brushes herself off with a little eager bounce, coming to stand beside Irvine. Squall glances from her to him and back several times before relenting a little, chewing on his lip nervously. "Seifer'll mess it up if he sees us," he half-whispers.
"I'll chase him off," Irvine insists, full of his own importance and the knowledge of being the best with a slingshot.
"I'll hit him with my skipping rope!" Selphie promises, and Squall bites his lip harder and ducks his head, nodding a little.
Sis only left a few months ago, so the loneliness isn't as deep into Squall as it will get. He hasn't been truly himself in all those months, but there're still glimpses of his old self and that's what shows through when he plays with Irvine and Selphie; tag and hide and seek and kissy-chase.
Irvine catches Squall and wrinkles his nose. "Do I gotta kiss you?"
"...That's the rules of the game," Squall says, quietly, his voice getting lost in itself.
Selphie thinks it's funny. She bounces a little and pokes Irvine in the back, daring to come within reach now, but dancing away quickly. "Yeah, you gotta kiss him! Why'd'you chase him if you didn't want to kiss him?"
Irvine huffs and shakes his hair out of his face. "You're not gonna hit me or anythin' if I kiss you?"
"'Course not."
So Irvine kisses Squall, a little shaky press of the lips and then backs away quickly, wiping his mouth. "There, I did it, Selphie! Now I'm gonna kiss you!"
Squall doesn't play anymore, he stands there with his hands in his pockets, the lost and lonely look back in his eyes. But if anyone had been really looking, they would've seen the way his eyes got wide when Irvine kissed him, wide and warm like they used to when Sis took his hand.