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FFVIII: Constant
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Laguna/Raine
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: The only cure for pain. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
philosophy_20.
"Do you still miss her?"
Laguna flinches a little: he doesn't need to ask who Ellone means. He turns to look at her and offers the brightest smile he has right now. Anniversairies are awkward things when you get older, he's found, whether they're births, deaths or marriages. "Of course I do."
"Not constantly though."
Laguna watches for a moment, watching her tucking her hair behind her ear and gathering her shawl again as she moves to stand beside him at the window. Even when he manages to catch her eyes, he isn't sure if she's trying to make him feel guilty, or simply sharing her own feelings. She's disturbingly right -- he doesn't feel the bite of Raine's loss as much as he did. Oh, it's there, a distant gnawing ache, but laid aside; for another day that never comes.
"All things heal in time, I suppose," he says, trying to keep his tone light.
"You know they don't. They... scar over."
That makes him think of Squall: he knows he's supposed to just from the sound of her voice. Squall's scars. So many of them, inner and outer, so many that Laguna is sure that nothing will ever make the boy how he was supposed to be. Too much loss, too much loneliness and longing. "What does heal things?"
"Love," Ellone says, looking up at him with the faintest of smiles, "just love."
Pairing: Laguna/Raine
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: The only cure for pain. For
philosophy_20."Do you still miss her?"
Laguna flinches a little: he doesn't need to ask who Ellone means. He turns to look at her and offers the brightest smile he has right now. Anniversairies are awkward things when you get older, he's found, whether they're births, deaths or marriages. "Of course I do."
"Not constantly though."
Laguna watches for a moment, watching her tucking her hair behind her ear and gathering her shawl again as she moves to stand beside him at the window. Even when he manages to catch her eyes, he isn't sure if she's trying to make him feel guilty, or simply sharing her own feelings. She's disturbingly right -- he doesn't feel the bite of Raine's loss as much as he did. Oh, it's there, a distant gnawing ache, but laid aside; for another day that never comes.
"All things heal in time, I suppose," he says, trying to keep his tone light.
"You know they don't. They... scar over."
That makes him think of Squall: he knows he's supposed to just from the sound of her voice. Squall's scars. So many of them, inner and outer, so many that Laguna is sure that nothing will ever make the boy how he was supposed to be. Too much loss, too much loneliness and longing. "What does heal things?"
"Love," Ellone says, looking up at him with the faintest of smiles, "just love."