I do yet live
Subject: Final Fantasy VIII
Character/Pairing: Seifer Almasy
Theme: #12 - "Why not be happy?"
Rating: G
Warnings: None... I don't think, aside from the fact it doesn't make much sense. Oh, right, the order of these are here, since it's all one big thing.
There was, he was sure, something terribly wrong with this whole scene. He was walking out of the makeshift little town with a ruby dragon (baby-sized) by his side, jumping around and making noises like an excited puppy dog. The road out here was dusty and the sun beat down on him mercilessly, making his headache worse. Damn, he knew he shouldn’t have drank that much the night before, but it was a little late now. He’d just have to remind himself not to do it again.
Not that this feat would be difficult, he realized with a start while the dragon rubbed up against his leg and continued with the little mewling noises. He absently stumbled off the main track to a set of rocks near the left side of the road and sat down. The dragon came along and put his head in Seifer’s lap, purring - purring! - like a contented kitten.
The absurdity of it all got to him and he snorted, leaning back and trying not to think of the way the pounding in his head made these nifty little colored lights flash before his eyes. This was probably not a good thing, but he couldn’t exactly go back into town because the dragon would follow him. Of course... he supposed he could always kill the dragon, but that would mean wasting all the hard work he put into getting the damned critter out here in the first place.
With a sigh he reached out to pet the thing on its head. It tittered and nuzzled him again, clearly content and happy and...
It was a giant scaly kitten! And it would only get bigger...
Hey, maybe it would come in handy later... Y’know, a big giant monster with that breathed what was essentially a flare spell on a dime and thought of Seifer as something that wasn’t tasty would come in handy. He’d never had a pet before, but really, he wasn’t much of a dog person, and he was allergic to cats so a dragon would do just fine and if it ever got out of control well...
He still had his gunblade.
He smiled finally and scratched it behind the horns. It made a sound like a quiet new car engine and closed its eyes happily. “You’ll probably need a name,” he said after a bit. ‘Killer’ and ‘Rover’ just didn’t seem to fit for some reason. “Oh, and I’ll need to figure out what you eat...” Anything was fine so long as it wasn’t him really.
He was going through a list of possibilities when a large shadow passed overhead and he glanced up. “Oh hell...” A riddle popped into his head: what’s big, blue, and hauls around over-zealous Sorceress hunters?
The town wasn’t too far away and as far as Seifer could tell, that wasn’t their destination. The Garden continued on over a ridge of trees until it disappeared from sight, heading south.
Ah, to the orphanage.
Well it made sense and so long as they didn’t intrude on his vacation he’d be fine. He looked back down at the dragon and winced as the name ‘Draco’ popped into his head. Uh, no. There were some depths Seifer wouldn’t sink to.
He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back while the dragon continued to purr. It was nice out here, not too cold and not to warm. While he could have wished for a more comfortable seat, he wasn’t complaining - yet. Really, life was all right for the time being. Why not enjoy it?
It was the yawn that made him realize how tired he was. Well, since he was still close to the town, it probably wasn’t that great a stretch to just take a nap. Just a little one. He cracked one eye open and glanced down at the critter in his lap. “Don’t eat me while I’m sleeping,” he muttered and closed his eyes again.
The dragon raised it’s head slightly and blinked owlishly. “Murr?” it said.
“No, not even a little bit.”
Character/Pairing: Seifer Almasy
Theme: #12 - "Why not be happy?"
Rating: G
Warnings: None... I don't think, aside from the fact it doesn't make much sense. Oh, right, the order of these are here, since it's all one big thing.
There was, he was sure, something terribly wrong with this whole scene. He was walking out of the makeshift little town with a ruby dragon (baby-sized) by his side, jumping around and making noises like an excited puppy dog. The road out here was dusty and the sun beat down on him mercilessly, making his headache worse. Damn, he knew he shouldn’t have drank that much the night before, but it was a little late now. He’d just have to remind himself not to do it again.
Not that this feat would be difficult, he realized with a start while the dragon rubbed up against his leg and continued with the little mewling noises. He absently stumbled off the main track to a set of rocks near the left side of the road and sat down. The dragon came along and put his head in Seifer’s lap, purring - purring! - like a contented kitten.
The absurdity of it all got to him and he snorted, leaning back and trying not to think of the way the pounding in his head made these nifty little colored lights flash before his eyes. This was probably not a good thing, but he couldn’t exactly go back into town because the dragon would follow him. Of course... he supposed he could always kill the dragon, but that would mean wasting all the hard work he put into getting the damned critter out here in the first place.
With a sigh he reached out to pet the thing on its head. It tittered and nuzzled him again, clearly content and happy and...
It was a giant scaly kitten! And it would only get bigger...
Hey, maybe it would come in handy later... Y’know, a big giant monster with that breathed what was essentially a flare spell on a dime and thought of Seifer as something that wasn’t tasty would come in handy. He’d never had a pet before, but really, he wasn’t much of a dog person, and he was allergic to cats so a dragon would do just fine and if it ever got out of control well...
He still had his gunblade.
He smiled finally and scratched it behind the horns. It made a sound like a quiet new car engine and closed its eyes happily. “You’ll probably need a name,” he said after a bit. ‘Killer’ and ‘Rover’ just didn’t seem to fit for some reason. “Oh, and I’ll need to figure out what you eat...” Anything was fine so long as it wasn’t him really.
He was going through a list of possibilities when a large shadow passed overhead and he glanced up. “Oh hell...” A riddle popped into his head: what’s big, blue, and hauls around over-zealous Sorceress hunters?
The town wasn’t too far away and as far as Seifer could tell, that wasn’t their destination. The Garden continued on over a ridge of trees until it disappeared from sight, heading south.
Ah, to the orphanage.
Well it made sense and so long as they didn’t intrude on his vacation he’d be fine. He looked back down at the dragon and winced as the name ‘Draco’ popped into his head. Uh, no. There were some depths Seifer wouldn’t sink to.
He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back while the dragon continued to purr. It was nice out here, not too cold and not to warm. While he could have wished for a more comfortable seat, he wasn’t complaining - yet. Really, life was all right for the time being. Why not enjoy it?
It was the yawn that made him realize how tired he was. Well, since he was still close to the town, it probably wasn’t that great a stretch to just take a nap. Just a little one. He cracked one eye open and glanced down at the critter in his lap. “Don’t eat me while I’m sleeping,” he muttered and closed his eyes again.
The dragon raised it’s head slightly and blinked owlishly. “Murr?” it said.
“No, not even a little bit.”