“I’m no hero, but I can take a punch.” Zell grinned, then winced when it pulled at his split lip.
Seifer scowled at him and shoved a healing potion into his hands. “Just because you’re good at throwing punches doesn’t mean you’re good at taking them.”
Zell accepted the potion with a grateful bob of his head, then downed it in one shot before he could really taste it. The tingle of magic spread through his lips, and the sting in his lip eased. “I am a martial artist. My fists and feet are my weapons. I have taken many punches in my nearly two decades of training.”
He nodded at the carcass of the downed adamantoise they’d taken on together. Now that Seifer’s Hyperion had been upgraded with the last batch of adamantium Zell had managed to bring back to Balamb Garden on his own, they could go monster hunting together.
“That doesn’t sound as good as you think it does.” Seifer cleaned his blade between every battle. He’d always been precious with it, as any blademaster would, but ever since he’d gotten it upgraded, he practically coddled the thing.
Still, it was lovely, gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight.
Seifer added, almost too softly for Zell to hear, “You are a hero, though.”
Zell usually hated being called a hero, one of the Heroes of the Sorceress War.
He was pretty sure Seifer meant something different by it, though.
Zell couldn’t help but nudge Seifer’s shoulder with his. When Seifer turned to him, Zell batted his eyelashes and said, “You’re my hero.”
Seifer huffed and shoved him away, but not hard enough to really hurt him.
Zell laughed and picked himself up. “Now, shall we see what we’ve won?”
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Fill: FFVIII, Zell + Seifer, post-canon (pre-slash if you squint)
Date: 2024-12-04 02:51 am (UTC)Seifer scowled at him and shoved a healing potion into his hands. “Just because you’re good at throwing punches doesn’t mean you’re good at taking them.”
Zell accepted the potion with a grateful bob of his head, then downed it in one shot before he could really taste it. The tingle of magic spread through his lips, and the sting in his lip eased. “I am a martial artist. My fists and feet are my weapons. I have taken many punches in my nearly two decades of training.”
He nodded at the carcass of the downed adamantoise they’d taken on together. Now that Seifer’s Hyperion had been upgraded with the last batch of adamantium Zell had managed to bring back to Balamb Garden on his own, they could go monster hunting together.
“That doesn’t sound as good as you think it does.” Seifer cleaned his blade between every battle. He’d always been precious with it, as any blademaster would, but ever since he’d gotten it upgraded, he practically coddled the thing.
Still, it was lovely, gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight.
Seifer added, almost too softly for Zell to hear, “You are a hero, though.”
Zell usually hated being called a hero, one of the Heroes of the Sorceress War.
He was pretty sure Seifer meant something different by it, though.
Zell couldn’t help but nudge Seifer’s shoulder with his. When Seifer turned to him, Zell batted his eyelashes and said, “You’re my hero.”
Seifer huffed and shoved him away, but not hard enough to really hurt him.
Zell laughed and picked himself up. “Now, shall we see what we’ve won?”