Description
Squall would tell you he doesn’t care. The ballroom scene disagrees. 🦁💃
Squall Leonhart spends most of Final Fantasy VIII insisting he works better alone, which is a bold position for a guy who ends up commanding SeeD, steering a flying Garden, and hauling Rinoa through open space. His inner monologue is essentially one sustained “…Whatever,” and the fandom has never let him forget that a single waltz at the SeeD ball rerouted his entire life. Decades later people are still arguing over whether he actually died on disc one, which is precisely the kind of discourse he would refuse to engage with. Griever, gunblades, Laguna’s terrible flirting, time compression: FFVIII commits to the bit, and Squall is the reluctant center of it. Building and painting him is your shot at giving the man a little warmth.
Perfect For:
🦁 SeeD cadets, Griever believers, and anyone who still hums Liberi Fatali on the commute
🎨 Painters chasing gunmetal grays, black leather, and cold Balamb blues, with just enough warmth to suggest the ice is thawing
