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FFVIII: Sister
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Some things never change. Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"I'm surprised I managed to get you out of Rinoa's clutches," Ellone says, startling Squall so that he nearly drops his glass of wine. There's laughter in her eyes, bright and soft, and Squall can't help but smile back at her, even though for a moment he almost doesn't recognise her. The Sis he knows wears a shawl and has her hair loose and blowing into her eyes. Tonight Elle is wearing a dress -- longer than Rinoa's dress, a fact that Squall is somewhat pleased by in some brotherly protective part of him that survived the years -- and her hair is up.
She looks horribly pretty, he thinks, and imagines her dancing with someone with a feeling that might be jealousy. It's a throwback to the times in the orphanage when he couldn't stand to see her with anyone else, and so he pushes the feeling back and remembers to say something to her.
"I couldn't dance all night," he says, shrugging slightly.
"Still, could you spare a dance for your sister?"
"I'm sure I could tolerate it, for you," he says, and puts his glass down, offering her a hand. She laughs again, and it makes him want to laugh: he thinks her laugh is like a summer breeze, and finds it strange that under all the training and holding in there's still something in there that could be a poet.
She is terribly slender in his arms, and it's somehow harder than dancing with Rinoa because he feels as if he could snap her bones with a careless squeeze. She will never be a fighter, he thinks -- and then smiles ruefully, because a part of him is glad.
"Laguna is here too," she says softly. "Did you know?"
"I saw him," Squall says, suddenly reticent again.
"You should speak to him, you know." Ellone bites her lip. "You know I'm not just saying that. Laguna... he has made mistakes. But he admits that. He wants to make up for everything. He isn't a bad man -- you know he isn't."
Squall thinks of the love he saw in Raine's eyes through Laguna's, and feels confused. He doesn't believe his mother would love someone who is really such a bastard -- but what does he know about his mother?
"Talk to him," she says, again, and then smiles at him. "Please."
"For you, then," he says, catching sight of Laguna across the room and barely returning a smile shot his way. "But only because you asked me to."
Her smile is sudden and brilliant: the sun's rays through clouds on a spring day, he thinks. "Thank you, Squall. I promise you'll like him more than you think."
Squall already likes him. There was the love in Raine's eyes, and Kiros' devotion, and -- and somehow he feels as if he knows Laguna, though they've barely spoken, through everything Elle has said and shown him.
But more than that, he desperately wants to like him -- because Elle does.
(Some things never change.)
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Some things never change. Happy birthday,
first_seventhe!"I'm surprised I managed to get you out of Rinoa's clutches," Ellone says, startling Squall so that he nearly drops his glass of wine. There's laughter in her eyes, bright and soft, and Squall can't help but smile back at her, even though for a moment he almost doesn't recognise her. The Sis he knows wears a shawl and has her hair loose and blowing into her eyes. Tonight Elle is wearing a dress -- longer than Rinoa's dress, a fact that Squall is somewhat pleased by in some brotherly protective part of him that survived the years -- and her hair is up.
She looks horribly pretty, he thinks, and imagines her dancing with someone with a feeling that might be jealousy. It's a throwback to the times in the orphanage when he couldn't stand to see her with anyone else, and so he pushes the feeling back and remembers to say something to her.
"I couldn't dance all night," he says, shrugging slightly.
"Still, could you spare a dance for your sister?"
"I'm sure I could tolerate it, for you," he says, and puts his glass down, offering her a hand. She laughs again, and it makes him want to laugh: he thinks her laugh is like a summer breeze, and finds it strange that under all the training and holding in there's still something in there that could be a poet.
She is terribly slender in his arms, and it's somehow harder than dancing with Rinoa because he feels as if he could snap her bones with a careless squeeze. She will never be a fighter, he thinks -- and then smiles ruefully, because a part of him is glad.
"Laguna is here too," she says softly. "Did you know?"
"I saw him," Squall says, suddenly reticent again.
"You should speak to him, you know." Ellone bites her lip. "You know I'm not just saying that. Laguna... he has made mistakes. But he admits that. He wants to make up for everything. He isn't a bad man -- you know he isn't."
Squall thinks of the love he saw in Raine's eyes through Laguna's, and feels confused. He doesn't believe his mother would love someone who is really such a bastard -- but what does he know about his mother?
"Talk to him," she says, again, and then smiles at him. "Please."
"For you, then," he says, catching sight of Laguna across the room and barely returning a smile shot his way. "But only because you asked me to."
Her smile is sudden and brilliant: the sun's rays through clouds on a spring day, he thinks. "Thank you, Squall. I promise you'll like him more than you think."
Squall already likes him. There was the love in Raine's eyes, and Kiros' devotion, and -- and somehow he feels as if he knows Laguna, though they've barely spoken, through everything Elle has said and shown him.
But more than that, he desperately wants to like him -- because Elle does.
(Some things never change.)
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