[Thread; Closed]

[waitedinwinhill]

Characters: Laguna and Raine
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Too much waiting, lots of explaining
Location: Evil Forest
Date: February, 1804
Warnings: Wibbles, by the bucketload.

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[prez_leg_cramp]

And that was how Laguna Loire found his wife. Fast asleep, looking exhausted (just like in that dream), and beautiful. Silently, he crouched down beside her and softly took her hands into his own. He rubbed them softly.

He honest to Hyne had no idea what to say to her when she did awaken. What he would exactly explain. Nothing. He was sure Squall and Ellone found her post by now and had already spoken to her. Laguna also had no idea what was said. There was going to be a lot of explaining and much of it... much of it he didn't want to explain.

Who ever wanted to be told that their husband arrived too late and because his wife was dead, had no idea where the children were taken too? Who wanted to be told that your own hometown wouldn't even tell the father of those children where they had been sent to, because they hated him so? Laguna could barely bear the hurt and pain it had caused and it was only through these seventeen years that his heart had healed.

But now it felt like it was being ripped in two again. Raine was alive. But

[waitedinwinhill]

Raine was barely aware of Laguna's presence, just barely stirring as he took her hands. But when he cupped her face, she groggily nuzzled into that caress. She'd know that hand anywhere, awake or asleep.

"Mm, Laguna...you're here." Her eyes stayed shut, however. He was here with her, so it had to be a dream. A good dream. One that she didn't want to wake up from. But wake from it, she was slowly doing. "You're late," she murmured, as she unwillingly blinked into wakefulness, smile gradually spreading as she saw him.

Something seemed different, but in her grog and the dark of the night, she couldn't figure out what. Nor did she care. After of months of waiting, longing, missing him so much, he was right in front of her. Raine flung herself against Laguna, holding him tight. He was here! He was real! All that other nonsense with the phone and the moogles and being pulled from a stump was not only forgotten but not even taken into consideration. What was important was that Laguna was here, with her now, and now she could tell him.

[prez_leg_cramp]

Laguna made an 'oof!' sound as he caught her, holding her tight as well. He buried his face into her hair and rubbed her back.

"Easy, easy," He murmured, though for Raine or himself he couldn't tell. He was simply struggling not to cry as he held the woman he had missed for seventeen years in his arms. "I know I'm late... 'M very late..."

[waitedinwinhill]

She stayed there, cheek resting on Laguna's chest, simply listening to the familiar cadence of his heart beating. Raine had no interest in scolding or nagging now that he was with her and she knew he was real. She'd show all the gossipy villagers who claimed he'd walked out on her. Hogwash. Even when sometimes she'd have twinges of doubt, she never lost faith in him.

"I told them you'd be back," she admitted with a tone of smug defiance. "I can't wait for them to see you." Raine shifted, so she could look up into his face, just to re-memorize every feature, every contour. One hand strayed up, so her fingers could brush his hair out of his face. He looked... older somehow, weary. Sad.

Her head tilted a fraction, eyes full of unspoken questions. The only one she issued aloud was the simple inflection of his name. "Laguna?"