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an attempt to resurrect a fic
I'm still not done with ff8 -- currently in the state of tooling around time compression trying to stock up enough magic and get my GF's enough abilities that I might have a chance of winning. I hate grinding like this but I also don't want to waste my time and just get killed a thousand times in a row! Anyway I have the Ragnarok and I can't play too often because hitting all the draw points on the island closest to heaven/hell is a repetitive stress injury trigger for me.
In the meantime, I've been working my way through the entire Squall/Seifer tag on AO3 and assembling a FF8 playlist. To try to reinspire myself to write fic, I signed up for a FF8 bingo card! But I still have no ideas.
I did, however, go looking for the one ff8 fic I did write in my gdocs, and along the way I found one I had started that I'm pretty interested in finishing! Unfortunately I can also see why I abandoned it -- because I have no idea where it was going. So, I'm just gonna drop it here and if anyone has any thoughts about where to take it lmk!
Squall, Seifer, memory loss, romantic dreams
"One of these days, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout my romantic dream!" Seifer calls from below. Squall shakes his head and watches as he disappears into the communication tower. Selphie jumps off the cliff; Squall sighs and starts heading the long way around.
*
Squall junctions his first GF when he's nine years old. The instructor tells him his compatibility is off the charts, and that he'll be fast tracked into the advanced para-magic class. Doing magic is a huge rush, and he's proud of himself enough to want to tell someone.
He finds Seifer in the parking lot, admiring the motorcycle that the representative from Galbadia Garden drove in. "Hey," he says.
"Hey yourself," Seifer says. "What do you want?"
Squall shrugs. "I junctioned a GF today," he says. "They're gonna put me in the advanced class."
"Yeah? Good for you. Maybe someday you'll catch up to me." Seifer shoots him a sideways smile. "They tell me I'm really good at fire magic. You know, I was thinking…"
Squall raises his eyebrows and waits for Seifer to continue.
"Did I ever tell you 'bout my romantic dream?"
Squall laughs. "Only about a hundred times. Sorceress' knight, right?"
Seifer frowns. "How did you know that?" he asks. Squall would think he was kidding, but Seifer's face is dead serious for a long moment. Then he shakes it off and says, "Whatever. It's lunchtime. Better get to the cafeteria before they run out of hot dogs."
*
"I may end up killing Seifer," Squall tells Rinoa.
"You're both...prepared, right? That's the kind of world you live in. You've had a lot of emotional training."
Has he? He can't remember. Squall presses his hand against his temple. There's something at the edge of his thoughts, something he almost remembered when he saw Seifer standing on that float with the sorceress. Something about Seifer.
But Rinoa is right. He's a SeeD, and it's his mission. He trained with Seifer, but now he'll have to kill him. It's not like they were friends.
(...were we?)
*
"Some day, I'm gonna be a sorceress' knight just like Sir Zefer!" Seifer yells, waving a stick around and posing on the big rock he's scaled. Squall watches from the other side of the beach, digging a pretty shell out of the sand. "How 'bout you, Squally? What's your dream?"
Squall frowns down at the shell. (To have Sis back…)
*
Seifer's gunblade swings down hard, and Squall barely parries in time. At fifteen, the muscles in his arms are still developing, and Seifer has a year on him and the advantage of height. He grits his teeth and pushes hard, twisting to knock Seifer's blade away. Seifer is faster, though, and stronger, and it's not long before Squall's disarmed and admitting defeat with Seifer's blade at his throat.
Seifer laughs when he lowers his weapon and he claps Squall on the back. "Not bad," he says. "A couple more years and maybe you'll even be as good as me."
Squall shoves off Seifer's hand and looks away. Who does Seifer think he is, anyway, being so familiar? "I don't remember asking for your opinion," he grumbles, but it just makes Seifer laugh again.
"Same time tomorrow? Maybe someday when you can beat me, I'll tell you 'bout my romantic dream."
*
It's summertime, warm in Balamb, and Squall is sitting with Seifer in the cafeteria. The upperclassmen who are supposed to be watching them and the other kids are instead arguing over the last of the hot dogs. It means that nobody is paying attention when Seifer says, "Hey, Squally. You think becoming a SeeD will help me be a sorceress' knight some day?"
Squall shrugs and says nothing.
"Aw, you're no fun. Don't you have a dream? You never tell me when I ask you about it."
(To see Sis again...to be...special to someone…) "It doesn't matter," Squall says. "Being a SeeD, I guess. Hey, don't you get to start para-magic soon?"
"Why, you jealous?" Seifer ruffles Squall's hair, and Squall jerks away from him. "Don't worry, you'll get to do it next year."
*
Squall can hardly think, his body still shaking from the force of the electric shock.
"So, how'd I look in my moment of triumph?" Seifer asks, and there's something about his face, something that's not quite right. "My childhood dream, fulfilled. I've become the sorceress' knight."
(...Sorceress' knight…) There's something familiar about the phrase, something that tugs at a memory half-buried. He shakes his head, unable to remember. All he can think of is Seifer's words during the SeeD exam. (...His...romantic dream…?) But that doesn't feel like it's the right memory. It's like there's some kind of overlap, a hundred images of Seifer's face.
(I'll tell you 'bout my romantic dream)
('bout my romantic dream)
(romantic dream)
(romantic dream)
In the meantime, I've been working my way through the entire Squall/Seifer tag on AO3 and assembling a FF8 playlist. To try to reinspire myself to write fic, I signed up for a FF8 bingo card! But I still have no ideas.
I did, however, go looking for the one ff8 fic I did write in my gdocs, and along the way I found one I had started that I'm pretty interested in finishing! Unfortunately I can also see why I abandoned it -- because I have no idea where it was going. So, I'm just gonna drop it here and if anyone has any thoughts about where to take it lmk!
Squall, Seifer, memory loss, romantic dreams
"One of these days, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout my romantic dream!" Seifer calls from below. Squall shakes his head and watches as he disappears into the communication tower. Selphie jumps off the cliff; Squall sighs and starts heading the long way around.
*
Squall junctions his first GF when he's nine years old. The instructor tells him his compatibility is off the charts, and that he'll be fast tracked into the advanced para-magic class. Doing magic is a huge rush, and he's proud of himself enough to want to tell someone.
He finds Seifer in the parking lot, admiring the motorcycle that the representative from Galbadia Garden drove in. "Hey," he says.
"Hey yourself," Seifer says. "What do you want?"
Squall shrugs. "I junctioned a GF today," he says. "They're gonna put me in the advanced class."
"Yeah? Good for you. Maybe someday you'll catch up to me." Seifer shoots him a sideways smile. "They tell me I'm really good at fire magic. You know, I was thinking…"
Squall raises his eyebrows and waits for Seifer to continue.
"Did I ever tell you 'bout my romantic dream?"
Squall laughs. "Only about a hundred times. Sorceress' knight, right?"
Seifer frowns. "How did you know that?" he asks. Squall would think he was kidding, but Seifer's face is dead serious for a long moment. Then he shakes it off and says, "Whatever. It's lunchtime. Better get to the cafeteria before they run out of hot dogs."
*
"I may end up killing Seifer," Squall tells Rinoa.
"You're both...prepared, right? That's the kind of world you live in. You've had a lot of emotional training."
Has he? He can't remember. Squall presses his hand against his temple. There's something at the edge of his thoughts, something he almost remembered when he saw Seifer standing on that float with the sorceress. Something about Seifer.
But Rinoa is right. He's a SeeD, and it's his mission. He trained with Seifer, but now he'll have to kill him. It's not like they were friends.
(...were we?)
*
"Some day, I'm gonna be a sorceress' knight just like Sir Zefer!" Seifer yells, waving a stick around and posing on the big rock he's scaled. Squall watches from the other side of the beach, digging a pretty shell out of the sand. "How 'bout you, Squally? What's your dream?"
Squall frowns down at the shell. (To have Sis back…)
*
Seifer's gunblade swings down hard, and Squall barely parries in time. At fifteen, the muscles in his arms are still developing, and Seifer has a year on him and the advantage of height. He grits his teeth and pushes hard, twisting to knock Seifer's blade away. Seifer is faster, though, and stronger, and it's not long before Squall's disarmed and admitting defeat with Seifer's blade at his throat.
Seifer laughs when he lowers his weapon and he claps Squall on the back. "Not bad," he says. "A couple more years and maybe you'll even be as good as me."
Squall shoves off Seifer's hand and looks away. Who does Seifer think he is, anyway, being so familiar? "I don't remember asking for your opinion," he grumbles, but it just makes Seifer laugh again.
"Same time tomorrow? Maybe someday when you can beat me, I'll tell you 'bout my romantic dream."
*
It's summertime, warm in Balamb, and Squall is sitting with Seifer in the cafeteria. The upperclassmen who are supposed to be watching them and the other kids are instead arguing over the last of the hot dogs. It means that nobody is paying attention when Seifer says, "Hey, Squally. You think becoming a SeeD will help me be a sorceress' knight some day?"
Squall shrugs and says nothing.
"Aw, you're no fun. Don't you have a dream? You never tell me when I ask you about it."
(To see Sis again...to be...special to someone…) "It doesn't matter," Squall says. "Being a SeeD, I guess. Hey, don't you get to start para-magic soon?"
"Why, you jealous?" Seifer ruffles Squall's hair, and Squall jerks away from him. "Don't worry, you'll get to do it next year."
*
Squall can hardly think, his body still shaking from the force of the electric shock.
"So, how'd I look in my moment of triumph?" Seifer asks, and there's something about his face, something that's not quite right. "My childhood dream, fulfilled. I've become the sorceress' knight."
(...Sorceress' knight…) There's something familiar about the phrase, something that tugs at a memory half-buried. He shakes his head, unable to remember. All he can think of is Seifer's words during the SeeD exam. (...His...romantic dream…?) But that doesn't feel like it's the right memory. It's like there's some kind of overlap, a hundred images of Seifer's face.
(I'll tell you 'bout my romantic dream)
('bout my romantic dream)
(romantic dream)
(romantic dream)
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Honestly, I think you could post this as a complete fic! Maybe the roadblock is that you're trying to expand it when it doesn't really need to be expanded.
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