[ Maybe Squall doesn't realize its rarity beyond the way they train, but that smile undoes him all the same because of what it means between the two of them. It's a flash pan of genuine approval. A moment where they are unequivocally aligned and in sync. When, for a moment, the scales are perfectly balanced.
He's not the type to smile but he does squeeze Seifer's wrist as his eyes narrow with pleasure. Like a cat lying in a sun patch, perfectly content to stay where it is forever. It is terrifying to recognize but...He wants to stay like this forever.
It's something he thought briefly the day before and it's what lives under the frustration that Garden might not pass Seifer. If he doesn't pass the exam, there's a very real possibility...
No. Squall forces his mind to stop. To focus on the way Seifer beams in front of him. It's a moment that will get rewritten one day, carved out of him and fed to the ravages of time compression. He doesn't know it's temporary. Maybe that's what makes it so bittersweet to look upon. ]
I'll believe it when I see it.
[ Which is just Squall's way of saying he wants to see it. The goad is gentle, suffused with another squeeze to make up for the lack of smirk that might have otherwise crossed a normal person's lips. And then Squall is unclasping his hand from around Seifer's wrist to free his own. ]
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He's not the type to smile but he does squeeze Seifer's wrist as his eyes narrow with pleasure. Like a cat lying in a sun patch, perfectly content to stay where it is forever. It is terrifying to recognize but...He wants to stay like this forever.
It's something he thought briefly the day before and it's what lives under the frustration that Garden might not pass Seifer. If he doesn't pass the exam, there's a very real possibility...
No. Squall forces his mind to stop. To focus on the way Seifer beams in front of him. It's a moment that will get rewritten one day, carved out of him and fed to the ravages of time compression. He doesn't know it's temporary. Maybe that's what makes it so bittersweet to look upon. ]
I'll believe it when I see it.
[ Which is just Squall's way of saying he wants to see it. The goad is gentle, suffused with another squeeze to make up for the lack of smirk that might have otherwise crossed a normal person's lips. And then Squall is unclasping his hand from around Seifer's wrist to free his own. ]