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Anonymous ( @hisemeraldgaze ) asked: (Your choice in muse) -- “It’s good to see you.”
This wasn’t a dream. Squall was....fairly sure. No, no...he was absolutely sure. After all this time, at the age of twenty-two, he had come to know his mind well enough, and the wild places it would drift or it had been taken, to know what was reality and what wasn’t.
This, as he stared down the silver-haired, emerald eyed figure of his preteen dreams, was so impossibly reality. He remembered, a few weeks after the defeat of Ultemicia, memories flooding back of dreams of seeing a silver haired boy, or person with fine features, and green eyes, and interacting with him, and he had wondered if he had been having visions of the sorceress herself.
But here he stood, standing a few steps away from the silver haired male, with green eyes and fine, intense features, hair flowing about around leather and the pauldrons. He stared at him with a knowing gaze, a familiarity despite this being the first time the two of them had ever faced one another, in real life...so close they could reach out and touch.
Squall was on edge, but more than that, perhaps dangerously, he was curious. This figure had been a strange figure of his late childhood and early teens. He had been a curiosity, a fascination. He’d almost, dare he say it, been a friend, in Squall’s loneliest hours. It had only ever been dreams, but even so, it was a comfort to see him every now and again in his dreams. It was a comfort to speak with him, even if what either of them shared never seemed to make much sense to the other.
But here they were. Here the man stood, before Squall, speaking with such familiarity. And there was a stark, powerful tug of nostalgia in his chest as he took a breath and sighed, the words falling right out of his mouth as if it made the most absolute sense.
“It’s...good to see you, too... Sephiroth... It’s been a while.”