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And I control these empty delusions… Eyelids gently flickering, he dreams. I wonder if I am in there with him, behind those jade eyes, which can see through to my very soul. Lips moving, he utters soundless words, as he traverses whatever world his subconscious has created for him to explore. And while he sleeps I enjoy him. We spend so little time together alone as it is, that I treasure every second we get, each precious to me.He rests heavily on my shoulder. The weight is not oppressing, merely comforting. I shift slightly, so I can snake my arm around him. In response, he leans further onto my shoulder, making small contented noises. He smells like soap, and gunpowder. In the creeping darkness, I smile down at him. At this moment I wouldn't move for the world. The room around me is hot and humid. My hair is damp on the back of my neck, and my eyepatch drenched with sweat, sticking to my face like some foreign creature. Yet Seifer looks cool and unfazed, nestling in my arms. Narrowing my eye to a slit, I take in the heavenly visage.He is sleeping more deeply now, breaths coming deep and even. A slight breeze whispers from his mouth, and touches my cheek. Drawing nearer, until our noses are almost touching, a draw a clammy finger along the high cheekbone, and then, ever so softly I move to trace the slightly parted lips. Yet sleeping beauty doesn't awake.I rest my cheek upon the short cut blond hair, and sigh gently to myself. Pure bliss.Twisting against the hard wood seat, I move to face him fully. Slowly, inch by inch, I advance on him. I press my lips tenderly to his forehead. I am having a secret love affair with Seifer. Nobody knows, and nobody can know about it. I am so deeply in love that I fear drowning.We walk hand in hand on warm summer nights along the pier at Balamb. We take a picnic supper, and fish. We throw all we catch back in. e break curfew to watch the sun set and rise. We hire a car, and drive aimlessly, getting deliberately lost. Riding across the planet, exploring, discovering. We play the radio loudly, and he sings along to all the cheesy songs. We break down often, engine spluttering and spurting out reams of smoke.We sneak each other notes during classes, declaring our love for each other. We skip lessons. He steals flowers from the quad for me, and I wear them, tucked in buttonholes, or in my hair. He teaches me how to use his precious gunblade. The beloved Hyperion. He stands behind me, hands locked over mine as I make experimental swings through the air. We defeat small monsters, and whoop and cheer.We play cards, although I always win. He cheats often, and steals his best cards back once again. And at night, I curl up next to him cat like, and he holds me. He tells me of his new dream. But our relationship is secret. So secret I haven't told anyone about it. Not even Seifer himself…But one day, I'll defeat my own barriers, and I'll tell him. Then maybe my own dreams will come true. Or maybe I'll get my heart broken.But for now, I am content to hold him, in the anonymity of the back of a darkened Garden lecture theatre, as he sleeps. And I dream some more.
I know this piece is short, but it kind of wrote itself, so I don't really mind. For now, farewell. |