FFVIII: Right
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Kiros/Squall
Warnings: Kiros POV, angst, deathfic
Rating: PG
Summary: After Laguna's death, Kiros wonders if he's being fair on Squall. For fic_on_demand.
It's all very solemn and quiet and dignified, which would make me smile if I had smiles in me today. Half of me expected Laguna's ever clumsy spirit to sabotage things somehow -- make someone drop a corner of the coffin, or have someone fall over, or have someone have spontaneous weird cramps in their legs...
But Laguna is gone, truly gone, and however much I wish there'd be something -- some sign of him -- there's nothing, and there won't ever be anything.
The closest to Laguna we have here is Squall, dressed in his SeeD uniform with his hair falling in his eyes and his expression just a touch grim. You'd almost think the death hadn't touched him -- that he was simply pissed at losing a valuable contact and client. But I know he cried. He cried. I know he did, because I held him, let him cry and he let me see.
It made me wonder if I have any right to him. After all, I'm old enough to be his father, and his father is dead. Nothing suspect in it, just dead, dead of natural causes. A part of me says that it was a fluke. The rest of me remembers the look on Squall's face -- grief, but expected grief, something he'd been prepared for. I wondered when I was holding him if he was already prepared for me to be gone.
I hate the very thought.
Right now he's saying a few words, looking very proper in that uniform, proper and young and perfect, and he smiles the tiniest of tiny smiles when he meets my eyes. I could cause him so much grief, but...
I don't think we could let each other go anyway. Especially not with Laguna gone.
Pairing: Kiros/Squall
Warnings: Kiros POV, angst, deathfic
Rating: PG
Summary: After Laguna's death, Kiros wonders if he's being fair on Squall. For fic_on_demand.
It's all very solemn and quiet and dignified, which would make me smile if I had smiles in me today. Half of me expected Laguna's ever clumsy spirit to sabotage things somehow -- make someone drop a corner of the coffin, or have someone fall over, or have someone have spontaneous weird cramps in their legs...
But Laguna is gone, truly gone, and however much I wish there'd be something -- some sign of him -- there's nothing, and there won't ever be anything.
The closest to Laguna we have here is Squall, dressed in his SeeD uniform with his hair falling in his eyes and his expression just a touch grim. You'd almost think the death hadn't touched him -- that he was simply pissed at losing a valuable contact and client. But I know he cried. He cried. I know he did, because I held him, let him cry and he let me see.
It made me wonder if I have any right to him. After all, I'm old enough to be his father, and his father is dead. Nothing suspect in it, just dead, dead of natural causes. A part of me says that it was a fluke. The rest of me remembers the look on Squall's face -- grief, but expected grief, something he'd been prepared for. I wondered when I was holding him if he was already prepared for me to be gone.
I hate the very thought.
Right now he's saying a few words, looking very proper in that uniform, proper and young and perfect, and he smiles the tiniest of tiny smiles when he meets my eyes. I could cause him so much grief, but...
I don't think we could let each other go anyway. Especially not with Laguna gone.