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FFVIII: Cold
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: G
Summary: Squall and Ellone are on their own. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
philosophy_20.
Raine's hand is cool.
Ellone's arms are starting to ache with the weight of the baby she holds, but she doesn't let go of him. He stirs, fretfully, crying out a pitiful process, and she wraps the shawl around him tighter. She knows that help will come: oh, help will come, soon, all the sooner if she gets up and goes to it. But Raine's hand is still not quite cold and it seems to Ellone that some waiting has to be done.
"Lion heart," she says, softly, to the baby, to Raine's baby, "be brave. Be brave."
There's no god. She knows that, too, in the kind of insight that comes with birth and death. There's no kind god, anyway, no benevolent benefactor watching over them from above. If there were, Laguna would be here. Raine would be alive. The baby, Squall, would be laughing, not stirring and starting to cry, fretful and wriggly. She wouldn't be feeling so small, so helpless. She'd be the center of their world.
"Be brave," she whispers again, knowing they're alone. For now, they have no one watching over them.
When she reaches out again, Raine's hand is cold. She gets up, carefully, and goes to the door -- letting the cold air seep in. Squall starts to cry, properly, and Ellone holds him tighter, and finds herself crying too.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: G
Summary: Squall and Ellone are on their own. For
philosophy_20.Raine's hand is cool.
Ellone's arms are starting to ache with the weight of the baby she holds, but she doesn't let go of him. He stirs, fretfully, crying out a pitiful process, and she wraps the shawl around him tighter. She knows that help will come: oh, help will come, soon, all the sooner if she gets up and goes to it. But Raine's hand is still not quite cold and it seems to Ellone that some waiting has to be done.
"Lion heart," she says, softly, to the baby, to Raine's baby, "be brave. Be brave."
There's no god. She knows that, too, in the kind of insight that comes with birth and death. There's no kind god, anyway, no benevolent benefactor watching over them from above. If there were, Laguna would be here. Raine would be alive. The baby, Squall, would be laughing, not stirring and starting to cry, fretful and wriggly. She wouldn't be feeling so small, so helpless. She'd be the center of their world.
"Be brave," she whispers again, knowing they're alone. For now, they have no one watching over them.
When she reaches out again, Raine's hand is cold. She gets up, carefully, and goes to the door -- letting the cold air seep in. Squall starts to cry, properly, and Ellone holds him tighter, and finds herself crying too.