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FFVIII: Change in Three Parts, Part One
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest, angst, deathfic
Chapter: One
Rating: G
Summary: Laguna always told Kiros to give something to Squall in case he died before he could. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"How're you feeling?"
Kiros' hand was warm and steady on Squall's shoulder, despite everything he must be feeling. Squall looked up and shrugged slightly, dislodging the hand and reaching up to push his hair out of his eyes, focusing his energy first on that movement, and then on his reply. "I'm... coping."
"I knew you would be. I mean... I know you loved him. But you're... you."
There was a hint of sadness in Kiros' voice that Squall put down to what had happened, mostly because he didn't want to think that Kiros pitied him. Pity was -- well, Squall disapproved of people pitying him. He was strong enough to deal with anything and, damn it, everyone should be able to tell that. He didn't like pitying people and he didn't like to be pitied.
It was easier if he pretended the emotion didn't exist.
"How are you?"
It would have been surprising if either of them were exactly happy. A week before, after all, the clumsy, careless, lovable president of Esthar had been murdered for no reason anyone could define. The rush of anger, the bitter need to hunt the man down, was yet to come. For now, emotional numbness reigned.
Kiros shrugged slightly, pain for a moment showing clearer in his dark eyes. "I'm... coping, I suppose. Like you. Like everyone, I guess."
Squall nodded. Then, after a breath, shifted his stance, letting his hair fall into his face again, hiding his eyes, helping to hide his expression -- tiny as the expression that made it through his emotional shielding was. "You said on the phone that you had something for me. From him."
His tone makes it not a question, not an option, and Kiros nods slightly, a sad smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "It was something we used to talk about. When we were worried about what would happen to the world without us. You know. He told me to give you this thing from his desk, and a cup of coffee, and leave you alone in his office."
"Thing?"
"I don't really know what it is. I never... whatever it is, that's between him and you."
Before, there was always a look in Kiros' eyes that almost blamed someone for the relationship between Squall and Laguna. As if he disapproved on some level that meant he would only tolerate it, and he'd never like it. Not that he'd ever changed his warm friendship with Laguna, and he'd always extended the same to Squall. But now his eyes were free of that faint disapproval and, if Squall was the kind to acknowledge it, full of that friendship and pity.
"I suppose you'd better fulfil his wishes, then," Squall said after a moment, his voice quiet and almost vanishing into itself. Standing there made it more -- real. There was no Laguna to come out and greet him with a warm hug, no Laguna to coax him into going to bed and staying there for a whole day and part of the next.
Never again.
Kiros nodded slightly.
"The coffee is already made."
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"He was my father," Squall said, softly, raising his eyes from one of the many pages of letters that Laguna had written and simply tucked away in his drawer.
Kiros shifted slightly, crossing his arms in front of him. "I know."
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest, angst, deathfic
Chapter: One
Rating: G
Summary: Laguna always told Kiros to give something to Squall in case he died before he could. For
fated_children."How're you feeling?"
Kiros' hand was warm and steady on Squall's shoulder, despite everything he must be feeling. Squall looked up and shrugged slightly, dislodging the hand and reaching up to push his hair out of his eyes, focusing his energy first on that movement, and then on his reply. "I'm... coping."
"I knew you would be. I mean... I know you loved him. But you're... you."
There was a hint of sadness in Kiros' voice that Squall put down to what had happened, mostly because he didn't want to think that Kiros pitied him. Pity was -- well, Squall disapproved of people pitying him. He was strong enough to deal with anything and, damn it, everyone should be able to tell that. He didn't like pitying people and he didn't like to be pitied.
It was easier if he pretended the emotion didn't exist.
"How are you?"
It would have been surprising if either of them were exactly happy. A week before, after all, the clumsy, careless, lovable president of Esthar had been murdered for no reason anyone could define. The rush of anger, the bitter need to hunt the man down, was yet to come. For now, emotional numbness reigned.
Kiros shrugged slightly, pain for a moment showing clearer in his dark eyes. "I'm... coping, I suppose. Like you. Like everyone, I guess."
Squall nodded. Then, after a breath, shifted his stance, letting his hair fall into his face again, hiding his eyes, helping to hide his expression -- tiny as the expression that made it through his emotional shielding was. "You said on the phone that you had something for me. From him."
His tone makes it not a question, not an option, and Kiros nods slightly, a sad smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "It was something we used to talk about. When we were worried about what would happen to the world without us. You know. He told me to give you this thing from his desk, and a cup of coffee, and leave you alone in his office."
"Thing?"
"I don't really know what it is. I never... whatever it is, that's between him and you."
Before, there was always a look in Kiros' eyes that almost blamed someone for the relationship between Squall and Laguna. As if he disapproved on some level that meant he would only tolerate it, and he'd never like it. Not that he'd ever changed his warm friendship with Laguna, and he'd always extended the same to Squall. But now his eyes were free of that faint disapproval and, if Squall was the kind to acknowledge it, full of that friendship and pity.
"I suppose you'd better fulfil his wishes, then," Squall said after a moment, his voice quiet and almost vanishing into itself. Standing there made it more -- real. There was no Laguna to come out and greet him with a warm hug, no Laguna to coax him into going to bed and staying there for a whole day and part of the next.
Never again.
Kiros nodded slightly.
"The coffee is already made."
"He was my father," Squall said, softly, raising his eyes from one of the many pages of letters that Laguna had written and simply tucked away in his drawer.
Kiros shifted slightly, crossing his arms in front of him. "I know."