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FFVIII: Faith
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Laguna had no idea how to deal with Squall. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Laguna was fidgeting. Ellone watched him for a minute while she poured the tea for them both, and then she settled down: smoothing her skirt, pushing back her hair, settling her shawl neatly about her. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, after a moment, and blinked when that actually made him jump.
"Oh! Oh. I was thinking about Squall."
"What about him?"
"Well..." The fidgeting intensified. "Do you suppose he hates me? You know -- for leaving Raine and... and never trying to find him and take him in. It's my fault he grew up without parents, after all."
For a moment, Ellone didn't say anything. She was looking down at her tea, at her hands. Laguna bit his lip, about to add something, when she looked up again -- speaking slowly, as if thinking her way through it as she went along. "I think... I think he doesn't really understand what it is to have a father. That's why he's awkward with you. Not because he hates you. And I think he understands that circumstances... carried you away. And he's a SeeD. They don't quite think the same way. To him... you leaving Raine behind was just necessary. He would leave Rinoa in the same way if his job called for it, I think."
"I wish..." Laguna trailed off and looked quickly at Ellone. "You don't hate me for it, do you, Elle?"
She shook her head. "I wish things had come out differently. But I don't hate you for it."
His sudden smile hadn't changed in years, she thought. He looked as if he were about to hug her, but then he made a face as his leg cramped up under him. "I thought not. How do I talk to him, though?"
"Squall, you mean? Just... talk. Be yourself." Ellone shrugged, looking down at her tea again. "You're completely different to him, but that doesn't mean you can't... get him to open up by it. Rinoa's not much like him, either."
"I don't know how to talk to him."
Ellone remembered how he'd seemed to her when she'd been a child -- he'd always seemed to know what to do, what to say, except perhaps when faced with Raine. She smiled wistfully, and then banished the thought, reaching out to touch his arm lightly. "You'll think of something," she said, and put all the child Ellone's faith into the words, just in case.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Laguna had no idea how to deal with Squall. For
first_seventhe.Laguna was fidgeting. Ellone watched him for a minute while she poured the tea for them both, and then she settled down: smoothing her skirt, pushing back her hair, settling her shawl neatly about her. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, after a moment, and blinked when that actually made him jump.
"Oh! Oh. I was thinking about Squall."
"What about him?"
"Well..." The fidgeting intensified. "Do you suppose he hates me? You know -- for leaving Raine and... and never trying to find him and take him in. It's my fault he grew up without parents, after all."
For a moment, Ellone didn't say anything. She was looking down at her tea, at her hands. Laguna bit his lip, about to add something, when she looked up again -- speaking slowly, as if thinking her way through it as she went along. "I think... I think he doesn't really understand what it is to have a father. That's why he's awkward with you. Not because he hates you. And I think he understands that circumstances... carried you away. And he's a SeeD. They don't quite think the same way. To him... you leaving Raine behind was just necessary. He would leave Rinoa in the same way if his job called for it, I think."
"I wish..." Laguna trailed off and looked quickly at Ellone. "You don't hate me for it, do you, Elle?"
She shook her head. "I wish things had come out differently. But I don't hate you for it."
His sudden smile hadn't changed in years, she thought. He looked as if he were about to hug her, but then he made a face as his leg cramped up under him. "I thought not. How do I talk to him, though?"
"Squall, you mean? Just... talk. Be yourself." Ellone shrugged, looking down at her tea again. "You're completely different to him, but that doesn't mean you can't... get him to open up by it. Rinoa's not much like him, either."
"I don't know how to talk to him."
Ellone remembered how he'd seemed to her when she'd been a child -- he'd always seemed to know what to do, what to say, except perhaps when faced with Raine. She smiled wistfully, and then banished the thought, reaching out to touch his arm lightly. "You'll think of something," she said, and put all the child Ellone's faith into the words, just in case.