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FFVIII: Digging A Hole
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest, angst
Rating: G
Summary: Laguna talks about death. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"I've been thinking lately..."
"Yes?"
Laguna leans back in his chair, his eyes on Squall who is waiting for him, sat almost demurely on the sofa, even as he makes a futile attempt at tidying his desk -- doing more harm than good, really, unless clutter spilling from the desk to the floor is considered a good thing. "I'm getting old -- "
" -- But still not maturing -- "
" -- And I was thinking about what you'll do when I'm dead," he finishes smoothly, ignoring Squall's interruption. The look on Squall's face at the idea of Laguna's death would be enough to have Laguna scolding himself and fussing over him for hours -- but thankfully he doesn't see it.
"Live on," Squall says, curtly, once he's collected himself.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Laguna says, beaming. "I mean, I was thinking... I wouldn't mind you finding other loves, I mean, I -- "
Squall stands up abruptly, shaking his head, perhaps to forestall Laguna babbling about his mother and digging himself into a hole, but mostly because he doesn't want to think about it at all. "If we're going out to lunch, we need to go within the next few millenia," is what he says, snappishly.
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest, angst
Rating: G
Summary: Laguna talks about death. For
fated_children."I've been thinking lately..."
"Yes?"
Laguna leans back in his chair, his eyes on Squall who is waiting for him, sat almost demurely on the sofa, even as he makes a futile attempt at tidying his desk -- doing more harm than good, really, unless clutter spilling from the desk to the floor is considered a good thing. "I'm getting old -- "
" -- But still not maturing -- "
" -- And I was thinking about what you'll do when I'm dead," he finishes smoothly, ignoring Squall's interruption. The look on Squall's face at the idea of Laguna's death would be enough to have Laguna scolding himself and fussing over him for hours -- but thankfully he doesn't see it.
"Live on," Squall says, curtly, once he's collected himself.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Laguna says, beaming. "I mean, I was thinking... I wouldn't mind you finding other loves, I mean, I -- "
Squall stands up abruptly, shaking his head, perhaps to forestall Laguna babbling about his mother and digging himself into a hole, but mostly because he doesn't want to think about it at all. "If we're going out to lunch, we need to go within the next few millenia," is what he says, snappishly.