Family Reunion?
characters: Leon and Laguna
location: Zidane's/Leon's home
time: After this here.
rating: PG, possibly higher for language?
open/closed: Closed
summary: Mistaken identity, father and son reunite, and... good god, the daddy complex that is forming...
The thought that he was going out of his mind had most certainly entertained itself in Leon's mind.
He was pretty sure he was hyperventilating, or something. His chest hurt in a way it hadn't (or maybe it always had) in a long time, crashing against ribs and sturnam in a panicked cadance that rushed blood through his head, drowning out noise in most cases. Points where synapsis didn't seem to fire, or function, a scrabbling of sanity that honestly couldn't be there.
Laguna Liore...
The name was going around and around in his mind, what-ifs, could-haves, should-haves, promises and memories and these little things that edge around the darkness in an ice-enclosed heart.
Truth was, Leon could bring himself understand what he was feeling, what he was thinking. If he wasn't just possibly off in some coma, imagining all of thise nonsense. It was a perfectly plausible idea, leading Leon to finally go and pace out in the living room. The bedroom was too stiffling, suffocating, closing in and in and in-- twenty-two years. Twenty. Dash. Two. Years. And now? Of all times? This city was just trying to screw with him. Or Leon's own subconscious, which ever it was that was truly at the root of all of this. But that man had used that name...
Back and forth across the floor, mind so drowned in memories and not memories and complete astonishment, there wasn't much else to do but wait. Either someone was going to get a tramendous laugh out of this, or-- something else.
What came next? Leon didn't know. Part of which was frightening-- he always knew what came next, or could at least plan for it, logically and rationally. Who was this man heading towards that door? Who? It'd just slipped out, past a numb jaw-- was that man really the image Leon still had, faded and frayed as it was, of his father?
What came next?
location: Zidane's/Leon's home
time: After this here.
rating: PG, possibly higher for language?
open/closed: Closed
summary: Mistaken identity, father and son reunite, and... good god, the daddy complex that is forming...
The thought that he was going out of his mind had most certainly entertained itself in Leon's mind.
He was pretty sure he was hyperventilating, or something. His chest hurt in a way it hadn't (or maybe it always had) in a long time, crashing against ribs and sturnam in a panicked cadance that rushed blood through his head, drowning out noise in most cases. Points where synapsis didn't seem to fire, or function, a scrabbling of sanity that honestly couldn't be there.
Laguna Liore...
The name was going around and around in his mind, what-ifs, could-haves, should-haves, promises and memories and these little things that edge around the darkness in an ice-enclosed heart.
Truth was, Leon could bring himself understand what he was feeling, what he was thinking. If he wasn't just possibly off in some coma, imagining all of thise nonsense. It was a perfectly plausible idea, leading Leon to finally go and pace out in the living room. The bedroom was too stiffling, suffocating, closing in and in and in-- twenty-two years. Twenty. Dash. Two. Years. And now? Of all times? This city was just trying to screw with him. Or Leon's own subconscious, which ever it was that was truly at the root of all of this. But that man had used that name...
Back and forth across the floor, mind so drowned in memories and not memories and complete astonishment, there wasn't much else to do but wait. Either someone was going to get a tramendous laugh out of this, or-- something else.
What came next? Leon didn't know. Part of which was frightening-- he always knew what came next, or could at least plan for it, logically and rationally. Who was this man heading towards that door? Who? It'd just slipped out, past a numb jaw-- was that man really the image Leon still had, faded and frayed as it was, of his father?
What came next?