#onepartbrave

[hyperionswrath-a]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

@onepartbrave​​ | |  *Squall Leonhart

“ revenge won’t bring peace for you. ”

Despite it having been weeks since it all came to an end, he couldn’t properly shake the tenseness in his body, clinging to it as if expecting to be tossed into the maelstrom of war, death, her voice in his head and the many, countless, endless nights he had to go without sleep again at any given moment. He still couldn’t rest and had not slept through one night after he initially passed out from the wound inflicted during the fight inside the Lunatic Pandora. Nightmares haunted him, and working through what he experienced seemed hardly to be an option, not with everything slowly resurfacing. Part of him was thankful for Fu and Rai to take him in, nurse him back to relative health, and showing patience with his bouts of aggression, panic, and other signs of the scars he had brought back home. Another part privately hated them for the same, humiliated and ashamed, guilt weighing heavy on his mind and heart alongside it all. Being stuck in Balamb Town certainly didn’t help. Not with the way people looked at him, not with those who he once tried to kill being so close. Garden students, his former enemies, and townspeople that had seen him during the occupation of Balamb. It was hard to leave the hotel room his friends had rented for him most of the days. And of course, there was him. The ever-present figure during all of it, like a shadow, like a mocking mirror image of could-have-beens. Squall, who had become everything Seifer wanted to be. Squall, who had been handed all Seifer had dreamed about all his life. Commander, Knight, Hero. Someone people looked up to and relied upon, not out of fear but because they trusted and admired him. Never in his life would the blond have ever expected the other one to live up to such great titles and responsibilities. Naturally, as he was clad in such a role, Leonhart would eventually come to see him. It had taken weeks, if not more than a month (for telling time apart had become somewhat of a challenge, being without any task to follow and with his sleep meddled as it was), but Seifer was not surprised - after all, the last time they faced each other, they had been fighting for their very lives, and not just to test their strengths as it once were. Standing in front of the window leading out to a small balcony, the tall blond remained after he had opened the door to his hotel room, momentarily stunned by the sight of the brunet looking up at him with features unreadable as ever. Instincts told him not to turn his back on the other man, but he knew there was no backstabbing attack to be feared. It wasn’t Leonhart’s style to fight dirty, after all, and aside from all that, the war was over, done. Despite the window being opened, leaving white curtains to gently sway in the ocean breeze, the telling smell of alcohol hang in the air, clinging to the sheets and the tall blond’s clothes alike, same as the stench of cigarettes, the ashtray betraying just how much he smoked nowadays. Clad in black pants and a simple, red shirt, Seifer did not resemble anything of what he looked like during the months he had traveled the world in her name. He was paler, his hair a little longer and while still slicked back, single strands fell into his face ever so often, bright stubble on his cheeks and jaw, while the deep shadows under his eyes betrayed the lack of sleep. ”Revenge won’t bring peace for you.” Catching himself as he had not really listened to what Leonhart was saying, the last part had him stiffen all over again as his mind caught on to the words spoken in his direction, shoulders sliding up just so. He could not recall what the brunet had been on about before, but it didn’t really matter. Exhaling a sharp huff through his nose, scoffing in nature almost, Seifer glanced back over his shoulder, emerald eyes avoiding the corner of the room in which Fujin had hung up his trenchcoat, torn, dirty, and blood-stained. “You think I still want revenge, is that it?” There was a sharp edge to his voice, but it was a far cry from what he used to sound like back in the days of Garden, when he would taunt the other to get a reaction, any reaction out of him. “Why are you here, Leonhart? What do you want? …aside from preaching to me…”

#onepartbrave #[ ✽ ꜱզᴜᴀʟʟ ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴛ ] #⦗ 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? || ✽ (ᴏɴᴇᴘᴀʀᴛʙʀᴀᴠᴇ) ⦘ #⦗ ˖𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆˖ ― (ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ) ⦘ #[ I SCREECHED WHEN I SAW THIS AAAA ] #[ YES HI HELLO WELCOME BACK?? ;0; ] #[ //flailing arms and all that ] #[ I placed this in his main verse but at the very beginning when he is still around in Balamb Town ] #[ also sorry but he went OFF JAHJHS ]

[primalvessel]

@onepartbrave liked for a starter! 

He was still struggling to adjust to his new way of seeing the world but he’d finally felt as though he was ready to return.

His tribe was settled, its new leader decided and Maru’s obligations were fulfilled. It was time to return to Garden and reunite with the man he’d missed terribly since Squall’s return to Balamb Garden ahead of him.

The train from Galbadia back to Balamb felt like it took an eternity, one spent with sweaty palms and a heart that raced only faster as the train came to a stop in Balamb station. 

Would Squall be there to meet him? Would he get a chauffeur back to Garden in a frivolous display of abusing Garden’s funds, just so that he’d get back to Squall more quickly? Or would he have to make his own way?

While the ragged scarring over his right eye was yet hidden beneath clean, white bandages, the absence of sight on that side meant that driving himself was out of the question and his ability to fight was still dubious at best so if he walked, he’d have to remain on the road and hope no monsters decided to get too close. It was a problem to consider later though.

His heart felt like it was in his throat as he stepped off the train and cast his altered gaze across the platform, hoping against hope that he’d lay eyes on brunet hair and eyes the colour of stormy skies.

#onepartbrave #Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee #ilu #welcome back! #<3 #-blowkiss-

[mxkosoulclone]

@onepartbrave x

After all they'd been through, recent...complications that they had talked about if barely. He had hoped he'd be around Squall a lot more, to figure out what he was feeling at the very least. Perhaps he never would and that was fine with him, as long as he was able to stay by his commander's side. Something in him yearned to be closer to the other's side but he knew he couldn't always be there but...did it seriously have to be so long before he was summoned. Having worked hard trying to break through some habits, he can only feel a quiet huff escape him when Squall says the nickname. He treasured it, he truly did, it was born more from affection than anything negative. Yet it would always serve to remind him that he's a clone. A grunt when he asks when they've started a first name status. The momentary glance of displeasure shows clearly for a few seconds before he sighs. "Since you asked me multiple times to call you Squall. Or would you like me to go back to calling you Sir?" The edges of his lips slightly twitch, suggesting mirth at finally being able to talk to the other again after this long while. It felt long anyways. The last time they'd spent together was that hosted...glorified banquet for whatever it was called. He vaguely recalled dancing with him but even now memories felt more blurred than late. A month ago his shoulder had throbbed and ached for days on end, until one night the unthinkable had happened, something that still terrified him. He'd sprouted a single wing. While he knows more about what was done to him, the name keeps appearing in his dreams. A cold indifference settles in his eyes as he seems to think. "What am I infiltrating?" he finally asks, he doesn't mention his discomfort yet. He'll judge if Squall is in a talking mood with however way he responds to his earlier statement, albeit just a bit teasing.

#V: The Commander's Soldier #onepartbrave

[neko-mun-rp]

@onepartbrave​ [x]

It was common knowledge between his team that Squall purposely went looking for trouble when it came to combatting the life-sucking leech a certain company was. The lesser known facts was, most of the time, he stumbled on it by accident while searching for another thing entirely. Very rarely did he find what he was looking for.  

Now… trouble finding him when he was actually enjoying some downtime from all the doom and gloom? Not cool.

Trepidation dashing to the forefront of his mind, Squall couldn’t say he recognized the guy. His own fault, memory issues were a bitch and he never tried fixing them. There was just… something about the man’s aura that left him deeply uneasy. Eyes narrowed with guarded suspicion fixated on his face (the brunet having to look up, not common amongst his peers) and he regretted leaving his humble abode unarmed this morning.

“…No more looking for trouble unless you’re seeking to start it,” he answered levelly, suppressing any emotion from his voice to better gauge his (plausible) opponent. “Do I look lost?”

He hoped the answer wasn’t yes. He was reluctantly aware his sense of direction was terrible so may filter into his daily activities.  

Sephiroth had a demeanor that was both intimidating and ethereal, standing at an imposing height about a head taller than most others with teal catlike eyes that could easily pierce through your very soul. He was a being both flawless and deadly.

He stared down the unfamiliar face, eyes slightly narrowed and a sly smirk twitching at the corner of his thin lips. “Start it? I’m the embodiment of trouble.” The silverette stated, not as a threat his tone almost playful in amusement that this young man does not know of him.

At the question he breathed out a chuckle and slowly began stepping around Squall. “Like a lone pup that unknowingly wandered right into the panther’s den.” He answered, his moments mirroring that of a predator stalking it’s prey. As imposing as he was, Sephiroth was no threat at the moment. He wasn’t one to attack someone unarmed, where was the fun in that? No, he wanted to toy around with this stranger.   

#onepartbrave #muse: Sephiroth

[azure-steel]

@onepartbrave​ liked for a lil starter~

There was a lot to be said when it came to the rivalries of factions which ultimately honed the same basic interests. AVALANCHE was made of many to make one whole. A collective of like minded people with one common interest - for the good of the Planet. To rise up and wage war against the overlords of the ShinRa cooperation still maintaining a squeaky clean reputation in the eyes of the general public. 

That notion alone was enough to make Strife feel sick to his stomach. 

And yet somehow recent missions were delving wayward, spiralling out of all control when it came to the conflict of ideals of how a task should be executed. The problem sat with more than just a few members of the collective, and Cloud knew this, possibly better than most, but this did little to quell the contempt for one particular gunblade user he had secured in the very centre of his crosshairs. 

The night had ended badly, where a mission had run so smoothly on paper, and not so much in practice, leaving their own people injured and the general populace once again biting at their figurative heel to cease and desist. The old television set hanging above the bar had been silenced abruptly, accompanied by the customary childish tantruming of a few other members of this otherwise dysfunctional group. 

But his eyes, sharp and spiteful remained on the brunet on the other side of the bar room, mouth downturned in a disdainful scowl from his own dark corner nestled at the very rear. Even when the bright blue eyes of the other connected with his, the mercenary didn’t falter, not a single ounce. Perhaps he should simply go over and smack the guy right in the mouth - the act would make him feel better at least - though instead he maintained his vigil at his chosen table away from the main rabble of the group, simply glaring hatefully at the man he was choosing to blame for this latest failure. 

#onepartbrave #starters #you know I love a lil conflict~ #Feel free to have Squall punch Strife right in his soft face <3

[hyperionswrath--archived]

Starter for @onepartbrave

Usually, he’d just ignore this entirely loathsome situation, be done with it and return to his daily schedule. Usually, he didn’t care. But ever since he’d run into his former rival and conversation had ensued from there, things had been far from the usual. Or normal. Seifer hated it.

Not in the way one might think he would, however.

He hated the way his own behaviorisms had become foreign to himself; how his attention seemed to always and continuously wander and he’d find himself worrying. Something the Seifer Almasy of old would have scoffed at. But these days, he discovered sides in himself that he wouldn’t dare show anybody. Well, except for Leonhart, of course.

There was no helping that. Taking missions for the Kingsglaives and ending up being stuck in the same team had become daily business, and for whatever fucking reason the brunet had decided he had to show how tough and rash he was. As if he needed to prove anything to the tall blond. Six, Squall probably did just that. Thinking his strict following of orders back in the day had somehow led to what happened to him in turn.

It was all just a huge parade of guilt-tripping for the both of them.

Heaving a deep sigh, Seifer set his shoulders and pressed his lips thin. They needed to talk. After learning that the Academy very likely had gone corrupt, the both of them were the only ones knowing of the same, and at some point, they would have to talk to Cor. Or Drautos. Or both. Aside from that, there was the fact of Squall just taking off, wanting to keep him out of the dealings with the Academy to begin with.

Suppressing an annoyed scoff, emerald eyes closed briefly as he lifted his hand to knock on the door.

Honestly, he’d prefer to eat a raw Cactuar right now.

And then there was this thing between them. What even was that? Did he want to give it a name? Clearly, part of him wanted to know what Leonhart was thinking about it. If it was just some fooling around or if he was being serious. But then again - since when did he care?

There it was again. That care-thing.

Huffing, he waited for the door to open and, as soon as it did, he’d brush past the smaller man, not even giving him the chance to slam the door back in his face if he so wished.

“So you are alive.”

His greeting was accompanied by the usual, haughty smirk as he waltzed into the room, only stopping when he was far enough inside to not be shoved back out again. Quirking a brow and crossing his arms over his broad chest, he raised his chin while awaiting the reply.

#onepartbrave #.THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SMALL STARTER #.but he went OFF #.I thought I'd pick up where we left off? but we can yeet this around however you like :3 #.a love like blood [squall x seifer] #.oath to O R D E R

[lxghtndxrkness]

@onepartbrave continued

The amount of upcoming adrenaline that courses through his frame is nothing but a swelling molten pit that's crawling through his veins, reaching the point of that cocktail, lights it and ignites all drives go. The cloth practically ignites and the goddamn roof may as well be exploding with white as a guttural growl bellows in his throat and he breaths in slowly to try and calm the raging fire, instead giving it fuel.

Glistening golden eyes lock onto those goddamn heaven forbid marvelous grayish blue hues that might as well be the one thing he wants to see at all right now and for a moment the tingling rupture down his spine fuels into his arms and he's absolutely lifted the other, the now mostly clear desk a perfect spot as his nails gently drag over the other's arms, securing him in place even more as he slowly preforms a few almost butterfly like kisses to the other's flesh, tracing down his neck before sharp teeth sink in.

He knows just the right nerves to hit, the right ones that wouldn't cause pain but instead something much more worth the anticipation thats been bubbling beneath flesh and finally egniting in the room like a rocket going off. The wild inferno coursing through his mind as he breathlessly whispers into the other brunettes ear.

"Squall Leonhart, Tell me~ How much do you desire this~"

#nsfw?? #v: forgotten emotions #onepartbrave

[sixba]

He'd been sleeping, even drooling a little bit, on the fur at one point until he felt another weight on his back causing Simba to slowly open his eyes. As he blinked, the cub willed his groggy form out from under the blanket now being somewhat officially awake. Unsure of what to really do or even say, he staggered forward a bit mumbling to himself before turning his attention to Squall with a yawn. "Can we go back in the water? I wanna watch it turn green like the fish told me it would."

@onepartbrave

#onepartbrave #// hiiiiii

[alcxandros]

so squall is calling her a gremlin now?

seems he has chosen DEATH.

#[ dash commentary ] #onepartbrave #throw up your dukes

[serafim]

@onepartbrave

Commander, you may find this GF of interest. I’ve seen nothing like it before. I would keep it away from the students until we learn more about it. Far. Away.

                                                                  -- 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓼

The hand-written note, neatly creased and folded, has been left on Squall’s desk beside a predictably tall mound of neglected paperwork. Resting on top of the note itself, a small mesh bag; the nature of the material does not leave its contents to imagination: a crystalline sphere, approximately the size of a tennis ball with a startlingly viridescent aquamarine color. 

In the dimness of a shuttered office, the light emanating from the bauble seems to have a life of its own. It catches on the edges of any metals in the room, a scintillating dance of light and shadow. A closer inspection reveals an inner core almost sinister. Encapsulated in its very depths is a swirling, particulate darkness; an augur of something terrible to come in exchange for immeasurable power. 

For such a dangerous artifact, safety might come into question had the current Commander of Balamb Garden been anyone but Squall Leonhart. There was probably no place more secure than the Commander’s personal office itself.

#onepartbrave #s: thread #i may be a bit ambitious here lol #dont mind me if i got details wrong... #i know the plot for ff8 but never played it myself

[makosoulclone]

@onepartbrave​

Faintly glowing eyes scour the room,  for a moment wondering why everyone’s aligned as they are? Instead he finds his usual spot, moving forward he rolls his shoulders ever slightly. He doesn’t exactly understand the whole prospect of this room as he notes that many of the recruits currently being ordered around by his superior have directed their attention towards them, their heartbeats have slightly picked up? Has he done something wrong, either way he can’t currently stop. 

He quickly throws the newly improved blade, unlike the buster sword this one can split apart if needed. He had decided to test this out, unaware that new recruits were being taught in the same room today, well. Current objective could not be changed, he might as well continue.  His lean yet muscular frame lunges for the hilt, gripping and swings his entire body, able to hear how some heartbeats go silent, pausing for a moment as he quickly positions himself in a crouch on the side of the blade, focusing on the ladder that’s dangling. 

He throws himself up, catching it by one arm and swings himself up, barely making it due to the circumstances as he quickly pulls himself up, shaking blonde bangs out of his face, he’s momentarily aware of his name being called, hand brushing his hair out of his face in an attractive manner that he wasn’t aware of, sparkling mako eyes locking onto the mass of recruits as he peeks over the edge, crouching down for a moment, a few beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He squints for a moment, noting that many of the people’s faces seem rather flushed.

“Is everyone okay, they seem to be running a fever?”

#onepartbrave #V: Project 107 Designation STRIFE

[primalvessel]

" no. no way. not happening. "

It wasn't unusual for Maru to hear the Commander using his Commander voice, what with the meetings the Miqo'te often stood in on by way of adopting the position of Squall's personal bodyguard, but to hear him use that tone with such vehemence behind it... One would be forgiven for thinking that he'd been asked to sell his soul and not one of his SeeDs.

The murmurs of disgruntlement rippled around the conference table and Maru defiantly met the gazes of each and every one of the delegates who were clamouring to see him and Squall separated.

There was no basis for their requests. Nothing besides fear.

The pair of them together made a formidable team and although Garden and its SeeDs continued to maintain its neutrality despite all efforts to the contrary, they knew that should Balamb want to apply its force to shift the balance of power, it very likely could.

Buying Maru out was only their latest scheme and even though the numbers being offered were unheard of for an individual SeeD and would finance almost every renovation, expansion or project the establishment might want in the immediate future, Squall's tone brooked no argument.

Maru may have remained motionless a short way behind Squall's chair at the table while they talked as if he wasn't there, but his gratitude was there in the small flick of his tail even if the brunet couldn't see it.

#onepartbrave #old ask is old #but hey! #who doesn't like seeing things they otherwise forgot about!

[nibelheimraised]

@onepartbrave​

“...Who said you were allowed back in here?”

#[ ic ] #onepartbrave #// he's teasing ofc uwu <3 #// welcome back Bee!

[celestixlsummer]

@onepartbrave​ continued

She admittedly can feel the faint tremble through the tips of her hooves, to be standing before a creature that was often held in such legends in Equestria? Perhaps the days of old, ponies had become more the dominant species after a while as magenta eyes focus on her surroundings, taking in what views she can. Perhaps she’d done something wrong with this spell? No she had preformed it millions of times, why had something happened now. Eyes narrow in thought as he lifts a hoof to her mouth ever slightly, seeming to think before the sun kissed mare’s horn glows, sparking for a moment as she notes the windows, walking over to gaze out them.

The land was vastly different, she felt alien in fact as her element kissed mane flows without the need of a breeze, the faint unearthly manner would be correct in this manner. Instead she finds herself staring down the setting sun, slowly she feels it.

The world cried.

Glancing to the time she notes how the sun had been stuck in place upon her arrival, quickly she changes it as the sun slowly lowers, shifting her head ever slightly until she feels the tip of her horn touch the floor. Once the night settled in she let’s her horn spark, seeing as her sister wasn’t here- she could raise the moon for them. Thus the lunar moon slowly rises on the horizon, stars begin to blanket the sky as she shakes her head after a moment.

“...I apologize, it seems my presence has altered your world a bit. I simply did what I usually do, manage the sun. The moon I’m afraid is a more-” She pauses as if looking for the right word .“-tedious task.” she finishes, finding the appropriate word as she then clears her throat.

“Princess Celestia of Equestria, who might you be?”

#onepartbrave

[azure-steel]

@onepartbrave​ liked for a starter

“Hey, Squall, so I bought you a present, yeah?” Cloud speaks... almost a little too casually as he hands over a book he happened across in one of Wallmarket’s questionable establishments.

It’s titled ‘How To Flirt for Dummies’

#onepartbrave #I don't know #all I do know for sure is that I'm sorry! #orz

[hyperionswrath--archived]

‘ look, i don’t know what you think you saw. ‘

NETFLIX’S  ‘ RATCHED ‘  SENTENCE  STARTERS . (accepting)

His best, shit-eating grin was in place as he leaned with one shoulder in the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest and head tilted to the side. He had been standing there like this for quite some time, wordlessly and honestly a bit surprised that pretty boy was so distracted that he didn’t even hear his tall and usually not at all quiet person arrive. Ah, well, too bad. Now he had the pleasure of looking down at what seemed to be an almost flustered brunet sitting in the middle of his apartment, surrounded by what could only be described as a battlefield of pulled out items. “...but it’s not what it looks like?” Seifer didn’t even try to fight down the sheer amusement in his voice as he quirked one brow inquisitively, a telling look falling onto the magazine that Squall was holding in his hands. Whatever the little shit had been looking for in here, he had apparently stumbled over his treasure trove. Which basically contained all kinds of toys along with some definitely mature-themed magazines. Chuckling at the compromising situation that he, once upon a time, definitely would have made public on the Academy’s bulletin board, Seifer pushed himself off the doorframe and carefully sauntered over, avoiding to step on any of the many items lying around with surprising grace as he came to tower over the smaller man. Video games, CDs, even clothes were littering the floor and he privately had to wonder what exactly it had been Squall was looking for in here. Was the little shit trying to steal something from him? He leaned down slowly, grabbing the lewd magazine and carefully tugging it out of the other one’s hands, flipping it closed and rolling it up with a thoughtful hum, before he gave Squall a soft bonk on the head with it. “These are only for grown-ups, Squally-boy.” And with that, he tossed the magazine back into his box, closing the lid and shoving it aside with one foot before he made his way over to the couch the let himself fall into the seat, arms long over the backrest, legs crossed while he looked the brunet over. “What did I see, then?” He inquired in fake bemusement, one gloved hand coming up to rub at his chin as if he was entirely dumbstruck. Frankly, he was more than curious to hear the explanation, especially now that the usually stoic princess had been caught off guard.

#.prompts answered #.watch this asshole internally use every moniker he has for Squall in one single post #.GODDAMMIT SIR #.oath to O R D E R #onepartbrave