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[gnome]

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Final Fantasy VII/VIII
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• Crossovers between VII & VIII are welcome
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Why yes, I couldn't choose between the two so I chose them both >.>

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[gargoule.livejournal.com]

FF8 - Seifer - walking wounded

it's spam go time!

[gardensgnome.livejournal.com]

Squall hated that he'd gotten swept away with everyone taking Rinoa to the infirmary. He'd seen the trail of blood left by Seifer, bright against the polished tiles. With an injury that bad Seifer shouldn't have been able to walk anywhere for long but Squall had been forced to leave rather than pursue. How Seifer had managed to leave in the first place was beyond Squall and he was willing to bet it was something that Rinoa did in those moments they'd been paralyzed. He definitely had some questions to ask her. Until then he was stuck in the infirmary but once got his answers he was leaving. He would go looking for Seifer and when he caught up with him Squall promised to knock some sense into him.

[gargoule.livejournal.com]

mmmm, thank you.

i needed this.

[gardensgnome.livejournal.com]

Squall smacking some sense into Seifer is totally foreplay between them which leads to hot smexings once the smacking is done with.

Rinoa is such the perfect character to blame for everything *GRIN*

Very glad you enjoyed, hun <3

[gargoule.livejournal.com]

i had bits and pieces going through my head since i read this. like a follow up. only mine was more dark and twisty and less smex. but we never know. i actually wrote "butt"

also, this thing i'm writing it becoming huge! but no sex. its more of a comfort thing.

Part one of ...whatever?

[gargoule.livejournal.com]

I didn't care one way or the other if anyone found me. If someone did happen to come across me, I was hoping it'd be my posse instead of Puberty Boy and his merry rag-tag band of fucked up misfits. Ha! We're all misfits here. Every last one of us. I'd like to think that I was made of sterner stuff but the gaping cut from my side was quickly proving to be my bloody downfall, and no pun intended there. It hurt like a bitchslap from a cranked out hooker wearing too much finger bling - I'd know. I pissed one off.

The forest was quiet but I could still hear him coming. Maybe it was being used to hearing the footfalls day in and day out that it was an automatic knowledge of Leonhartl's walk. Something learned and burned into memory. There are a lot of things that I've burnt into my memory when it comes to that leather clad form. Even from where I sit, I can smell him: the leather, the oils he uses to keep them supple and the oils he uses on his blade, whatever body wash he used that day. Hells, I'm sure if I tried hard enough, I'd smell the coffee-chocolate mix he had for breakfast on his breath.

I open my mouth to say something witty, instead all I can give out is a sharp intake of breath as the pain kicks harder into my side. He's there suddenly, filling my field of vision with a concerned look on his face. Fuck the Princess really did do a number on him if he's actually showing concern and again, I go to tell him this and I end up whimpering in pain. Fuck. I'd say I'm a pussy but I've been sitting with this pain for a few hours now and nobody seen me cry earlier, so it's okay right?

"Let's get you back to the infirmary." He says. Breath all coffee-chocolate and soft against my skin.

"Can't." The word is hissed out through clenched teeth. It hurts to move: I've gotten too comfortable in this position, my wound has gotten too used to not being moved from the spot I've sat in.

I can feel his hands moving my hand away and I fight him a bit. I don't want to move. I don't want to move my hands. My gloves are blood soaked already, probably saturated down to the fingers. Finally I decide to let him look and quit fighting, my hands falling away with an unhappy sigh. Pretty sure he muttered something that sounded like a "finally" but I didn't care at that point.

The tip of a glove went into his white teeth and he tugged the black leather off. My mind wondered if every bit of leather had to be tugged off of him. He got this amused smirk on his face and I had a sinking feeling that the filter between my brain and my mouth stopped working. That sinking feeling didn't stay long as my mouth started running about every little thing that went through it. I blame the pain and being at a new level of "who gives a fuck, you're dead anyway."

Leonhart pulled a potion out of his pocket and pulled the stopper out with his teeth. I went silent and watched as his tongue darted out and licked at a bit of potion on his lower lip. "I could have gotten that." I mutter and he looks at me confused. He was probably thinking the stopper. Instead of saying anything, he sticks the potion into my mouth and I have to swallow or I'd choke on it.

Part two of ...whatever?

[gargoule.livejournal.com]

"What happened?" He asks. I blink at him a couple times and shrug. This earns a sigh from him. He should know. He was there after all but then, he does have a Sorceress in his head now. Only, I have a feeling that instead of having thoughts of "all SeeDs must die" going through his head, he probably has stuff about Timber's liberation and how cute that pair of shoes would be with an outfit. Or that dog. Doesn't matter anymore, right?

There was magic and not being able to move and snippets of little bits of things. Nothing good I'm sure because if it was, I wouldn't have a huge slice into my side. Nor would I be sitting in a fucking forest while staring at Leonhart. This was stupid.

Leonhart squatted beside me, watching the wound. "You need to lay down. Your scar will be messy."
"My scar? Like the one on my forehead? Or messier?"
"That was fairly clean. This will be ugly. Lay down."
I sneered, or mentally I sneered. Leonhart rolled his eyes and shoved me over. I stayed down for the simple reason that it hurt less that way.

I could feel coolness of both the night air then liquid dribbling down over my side. There is a good possibility that I was also delirious because I vaguely remember babbling something about needing a massage with potions as the oil. There was some sort of noise from Leonhart before he covered me back up. I ended up with my head in his lap and his fingers going through my hair as I dozed.

His reason for not moving me was some sort of bullshit about the wound opening up again. Personally, I was fine for the time being. Before everything turned back to fighting.

Re: Part two of ...whatever?

[gardensgnome.livejournal.com]

This is post game? I'm trying to visualize it. Which I have no idea if that makes sense seeing as it's fanfic XD Are we supposed to visualize fanfic? *grin*

Poor mashed-up Seifer although he'll probably hiss and grumble for being pitied. He should be glad Squall is the one to find him because he's the best capable to deal with Seifer, not necessarily needing words to communicate and all unlike the others.

Seifer needs to save Squall from Rinoa's sorceress wiles. Everyone should write fic about that.

Re: Part two of ...whatever?

[gargoule.livejournal.com]

It comes across as very post game. i can see rinoa having another bout of unconsciousness after a battle with seifer - who wanted to come and make amends or something. the sorceress power in her reacting to seifer in a bad way and her unable to control it.

that's how it's coming across to me. I did feel like i cut it off a bit, or rushed it now that i give it yet another rereading. huh. why is it when you post something, it reads good but later, you notice all the flaws?

Re: Part two of ...whatever?

[gardensgnome.livejournal.com]

I think we notice flaws and such after posting because we've taken a step or three away from what's been written. Being immersed in a fic can make it hard to see what isn't quite right until you manage to put it down for a while. Then you have to resist the urge to re-write whole chunks.

I'm liking that thought you're having of it being post game and Rinoa lashing out at Seifer without really meaning to but the power in her seeing him as a threat or something. Could make an interesting add-in to a long fic somewhere along the line. You'll have to keep it for future reference.

Re: Part two of ...whatever?

[gargoule.livejournal.com]

That is probably part of it. That and I know I wanted to really get it posted. Felt all sort of excited to post something longer than a couple hundred words.

I'm trying to remember who got whose power. Didn't it all go to Rinoa? Because Edea gave her powers up to Rinoa when Ulti took over. I'm assuming Adel's were given to Rinoa - I can see not happily about that as well. But then, that whole time loop shit starts and Ulti sends herself back to Edea.

I think I might keep and use it for part of the never ending UM. >.> I swear I will finish that.