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FFVIII: Change in Three Parts, Part Two
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest, angst, deathfic
Chapter: Two
Rating: G
Summary: Squall needs a break to get used to the changes in his life. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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'You need a break,' Quistis had said, at the first sight of him when he got back to Garden, and he was inclined to agree. He was still reeling with the notion that, yes, Laguna was his father, that he'd been so close to Laguna and not known that one thing that changed everything. He was still trying to sort out the fact that god knows how many times they'd lain in bed together and Laguna had been affectionate and loving, all the time knowing that he was Squall's father.
A holiday was, definitely, in order. So Squall took indefinite leave and took himself out of Garden.
Then there was the issue of what to do with his holiday. Normally, all his holidays were weekend getaways or two week breaks in Esthar, with Laguna ready and willing to lay aside some work and work instead on getting Squall to relax. It'd been an easy routine for them -- and none the less satisfying because it was routine. It'd been the most relaxing thing Squall'd ever known, but --
But now, there was obviously going to be no peace in Esthar for him.
There was, of course, the issue of the man who had killed Laguna. Even now, especially after the revelation of those guilty letters, Squall felt a strange numbness about the whole thing. A casual sense that it didn't matter, even though Squall knew that it did.
In the end, he elected to go to Winhill.
It was strange to go there, to hear birds tweeting and to see chocobos running around happily, and to think that this was the place he'd been born. This was the place that Laguna had loved, married and -- well -- impregnated Raine.
It was also strange because of the sheer tranquility. Squall knew from the moment he got there that this was not what he needed, but he carried on into the little village nonetheless and looked around.
What he needed was a good fight, the risk of his own death, to snap him out of it and bring him back to the crystal clear awareness he'd honed to a fine point before.
Whether he wanted that crystal clear awareness was another matter entirely.
It was sort of pleasant to sit down on a step and enjoy the warmth of the sun soaking through him. It was almost as pleasant to think of the stack of work left behind on his desk that Quistis and Xu and even Cid would have to get involved in. It was nice to close his eyes and forget, for a moment, that any of it had ever happened -- including hot weekends in the palace gardens in Esthar, when Laguna would have sat next to him, pressed warm into his side.
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"Are you okay, mister?"
The voice was unfamiliar and it snapped Squall out of his quiet, half-sleeping reverie. He'd heard the man -- barely a man, more of a boy, pleasantly harmless -- whistling, watched him for a while as he moved about his work, whatever that was. But he hadn't expected to be spoken to.
"I'm fine."
Some of Laguna must've rubbed off on him (or, a treacherous voice reminded him, been there in the first place), because he almost wanted to talk to the young man. However, the man frowned a little, giving him a more intense look. "You look... you remind me of someone."
Squall almost smiled, because he could think of a lot of reasons for that. "Probably."
"Well... I have work to be doing."
The man walked off without another word, and Squall got up with a sigh, noting that he had, of course, got a sunburn.
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest, angst, deathfic
Chapter: Two
Rating: G
Summary: Squall needs a break to get used to the changes in his life. For
fated_children.'You need a break,' Quistis had said, at the first sight of him when he got back to Garden, and he was inclined to agree. He was still reeling with the notion that, yes, Laguna was his father, that he'd been so close to Laguna and not known that one thing that changed everything. He was still trying to sort out the fact that god knows how many times they'd lain in bed together and Laguna had been affectionate and loving, all the time knowing that he was Squall's father.
A holiday was, definitely, in order. So Squall took indefinite leave and took himself out of Garden.
Then there was the issue of what to do with his holiday. Normally, all his holidays were weekend getaways or two week breaks in Esthar, with Laguna ready and willing to lay aside some work and work instead on getting Squall to relax. It'd been an easy routine for them -- and none the less satisfying because it was routine. It'd been the most relaxing thing Squall'd ever known, but --
But now, there was obviously going to be no peace in Esthar for him.
There was, of course, the issue of the man who had killed Laguna. Even now, especially after the revelation of those guilty letters, Squall felt a strange numbness about the whole thing. A casual sense that it didn't matter, even though Squall knew that it did.
In the end, he elected to go to Winhill.
It was strange to go there, to hear birds tweeting and to see chocobos running around happily, and to think that this was the place he'd been born. This was the place that Laguna had loved, married and -- well -- impregnated Raine.
It was also strange because of the sheer tranquility. Squall knew from the moment he got there that this was not what he needed, but he carried on into the little village nonetheless and looked around.
What he needed was a good fight, the risk of his own death, to snap him out of it and bring him back to the crystal clear awareness he'd honed to a fine point before.
Whether he wanted that crystal clear awareness was another matter entirely.
It was sort of pleasant to sit down on a step and enjoy the warmth of the sun soaking through him. It was almost as pleasant to think of the stack of work left behind on his desk that Quistis and Xu and even Cid would have to get involved in. It was nice to close his eyes and forget, for a moment, that any of it had ever happened -- including hot weekends in the palace gardens in Esthar, when Laguna would have sat next to him, pressed warm into his side.
"Are you okay, mister?"
The voice was unfamiliar and it snapped Squall out of his quiet, half-sleeping reverie. He'd heard the man -- barely a man, more of a boy, pleasantly harmless -- whistling, watched him for a while as he moved about his work, whatever that was. But he hadn't expected to be spoken to.
"I'm fine."
Some of Laguna must've rubbed off on him (or, a treacherous voice reminded him, been there in the first place), because he almost wanted to talk to the young man. However, the man frowned a little, giving him a more intense look. "You look... you remind me of someone."
Squall almost smiled, because he could think of a lot of reasons for that. "Probably."
"Well... I have work to be doing."
The man walked off without another word, and Squall got up with a sigh, noting that he had, of course, got a sunburn.
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*eagerly awaiting the next chapter*
One thing I really like is how Squall is so numb he can't even really be angry that Laguna's his father, can't be angry about the murder yet because he hasn't allowed himself to really grieve. Most people would want the peace of a village like Winhill to grieve and heal, but Squall wants to fight. I think that says a lot about him in very few words, and is very nicely done. ♥