All Through the Circling Years
Title: All Through the Circling Years, rewrite of This drabble, which was written in the duration of the song.
Characters: Squall/Yuffie
Word Count: 421
Rating: G
"What was she like?" the words are worn, like a threadbare rug somebody's crossed too many times, Yuffie doesn't even have to attach a name for him to know who she means.
Leon thinks she might have some sort of masochistic tendencies, it's the only explanation that makes sense when she brings up the same tired conversation again.
It's just the two of them, resting on top of the bailey wall. They sit side by side, Leon with one knee drawn up, both arms resting on it and Yuffie pressed against his side, leaning too far forward to stare at the drop below.
A lot like you he thinks, but doesn't say. This isn't an exact truth, nobody can actually come close to being Yuffie. Still, he can find the similarities between them. She had been brash and naive and so self-assured that she hadn't thought twice about taking his hand. Yuffie was loud and jaded under her incessant babbling and covered in just as much proverbial blood as he was.
"She was sunlight." The words feel awkward, as if he's pulling them physically from his heart. This will never be easy, he thinks, eons could pass and it would still hurt as if it was yesterday.
"You loved her." Yuffie's words are not a question, just an arrangement of facts.
Squall would have said maybe, probably, yes but Squall was still fifteen and had gone down in flames with the rest of Hollow Bastion. Leon would have said there is no such thing as love, no but Leon had been a warrior trying to survive the end of the world. This strange hybrid of the two that had found his smile and was currently sitting next to Yuffie just answered, "I was young." As if that explained everything.
Yuffie pulls her knees against her chest, crosses her arms and rests her head so that she's a tiny, folded doll and stares at him. "Could you love me?" This time it is a question, presented brazenly but he can see the insecurities peeking around the corner of the words.
He thinks about it for a moment. Squall hadn't known Yuffie, Leon did know Yuffie and has trouble fitting this young woman over the image of the little girl he grew up with, you're too young his past says. The Leon who's still trying to find himself and thinks he might see part of that answer in her dark eyes, just answers "If you'll let me." As if it were that easy.
Characters: Squall/Yuffie
Word Count: 421
Rating: G
"What was she like?" the words are worn, like a threadbare rug somebody's crossed too many times, Yuffie doesn't even have to attach a name for him to know who she means.
Leon thinks she might have some sort of masochistic tendencies, it's the only explanation that makes sense when she brings up the same tired conversation again.
It's just the two of them, resting on top of the bailey wall. They sit side by side, Leon with one knee drawn up, both arms resting on it and Yuffie pressed against his side, leaning too far forward to stare at the drop below.
A lot like you he thinks, but doesn't say. This isn't an exact truth, nobody can actually come close to being Yuffie. Still, he can find the similarities between them. She had been brash and naive and so self-assured that she hadn't thought twice about taking his hand. Yuffie was loud and jaded under her incessant babbling and covered in just as much proverbial blood as he was.
"She was sunlight." The words feel awkward, as if he's pulling them physically from his heart. This will never be easy, he thinks, eons could pass and it would still hurt as if it was yesterday.
"You loved her." Yuffie's words are not a question, just an arrangement of facts.
Squall would have said maybe, probably, yes but Squall was still fifteen and had gone down in flames with the rest of Hollow Bastion. Leon would have said there is no such thing as love, no but Leon had been a warrior trying to survive the end of the world. This strange hybrid of the two that had found his smile and was currently sitting next to Yuffie just answered, "I was young." As if that explained everything.
Yuffie pulls her knees against her chest, crosses her arms and rests her head so that she's a tiny, folded doll and stares at him. "Could you love me?" This time it is a question, presented brazenly but he can see the insecurities peeking around the corner of the words.
He thinks about it for a moment. Squall hadn't known Yuffie, Leon did know Yuffie and has trouble fitting this young woman over the image of the little girl he grew up with, you're too young his past says. The Leon who's still trying to find himself and thinks he might see part of that answer in her dark eyes, just answers "If you'll let me." As if it were that easy.