[Final Fantasy VIII] Laughing
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rose_in_winterCharacter: Seifer
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers
Notes: Just a fragment of post-game fic; ties into the ending FMV.
Wordcount: 265
Summary: Maybe laughter is the best medicine.
Beta: None
Balamb was still quiet, this sleepy little town with nothing to recommend it but a Garden. Now that the Garden had picked up its metaphorical feet and gone roaming, there was really nothing to recommend this place but the quiet.
Or maybe fishing.
Seifer lounged back against the dock piling, watching Raijin cast. Fujin stood with her arms crossed, glowering at Raijin's antics. That hadn't changed.
They were exiles from the Garden, finally having been thrown out (or gone AWOL). That wasn't much different either, except now it was official.
Raijin yelped, reeling frantically as the tip of his rod bent toward the water. Seifer sat up, half-hoping Raijin had caught a Fastitocalon. If nothing else, the ensuing struggle would be vaguely amusing.
It turned out to be just a fish, but you'd think Raijin had reeled in a chest full of Gil. He jumped around, cheering and brandishing the hapless fish like a victory flag, until Fujin's boot on his butt sent him sprawling into the water.
Seifer laughed, truly laughed for the first time in months, and was surprised at how good it felt.
A shadow passed over them, and he looked up to see the Garden overhead. She was up there, somewhere in the Garden. Maybe he'd go back and see her.
Maybe he'd go back, period. Wouldn't that shock them all? Seifer Almasy as a well-behaved student of the Garden. Okay, not too well-behaved. He had standards.
Seifer smiled and lounged back against the dock pilings again as Raijin hauled himself, dripping, out of the bay. Maybe he'd just do that.
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers
Notes: Just a fragment of post-game fic; ties into the ending FMV.
Wordcount: 265
Summary: Maybe laughter is the best medicine.
Beta: None
Balamb was still quiet, this sleepy little town with nothing to recommend it but a Garden. Now that the Garden had picked up its metaphorical feet and gone roaming, there was really nothing to recommend this place but the quiet.
Or maybe fishing.
Seifer lounged back against the dock piling, watching Raijin cast. Fujin stood with her arms crossed, glowering at Raijin's antics. That hadn't changed.
They were exiles from the Garden, finally having been thrown out (or gone AWOL). That wasn't much different either, except now it was official.
Raijin yelped, reeling frantically as the tip of his rod bent toward the water. Seifer sat up, half-hoping Raijin had caught a Fastitocalon. If nothing else, the ensuing struggle would be vaguely amusing.
It turned out to be just a fish, but you'd think Raijin had reeled in a chest full of Gil. He jumped around, cheering and brandishing the hapless fish like a victory flag, until Fujin's boot on his butt sent him sprawling into the water.
Seifer laughed, truly laughed for the first time in months, and was surprised at how good it felt.
A shadow passed over them, and he looked up to see the Garden overhead. She was up there, somewhere in the Garden. Maybe he'd go back and see her.
Maybe he'd go back, period. Wouldn't that shock them all? Seifer Almasy as a well-behaved student of the Garden. Okay, not too well-behaved. He had standards.
Seifer smiled and lounged back against the dock pilings again as Raijin hauled himself, dripping, out of the bay. Maybe he'd just do that.