[ The anxiety that had him strung taut lessens as Seifer bellows at his back. The familiarity of it outweighs whatever embarrassment Squall might have otherwise felt over such a display. This is the scales rebalancing and Squall clings to the promise of tomorrow like a life raft. They aren't done with this yet. They're not done with each other.
He suffocates the knowledge that he doesn't ever want to be done with this.
Instead he throws up a pair of fingers over his shoulder. An acknowledgment of the challenge. Then he drops his index so it's just his middle finger in the air. A parting shot and a wordless goodbye.
If he were the type of person to smile...this would have been the moment for it. ]
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on 2024-10-28 06:59 pm (UTC)He suffocates the knowledge that he doesn't ever want to be done with this.
Instead he throws up a pair of fingers over his shoulder. An acknowledgment of the challenge. Then he drops his index so it's just his middle finger in the air. A parting shot and a wordless goodbye.
If he were the type of person to smile...this would have been the moment for it. ]