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On Fatherhood
There was supposed to be a John Winchester (SPN) one in this sketch, but that one kept growing. He always was a contrary bastard.
Destiny
Seventeen years ago, his beloved Amelia had vanished somewhere in these lands.
Prince Leander stopped his horse and looked over the bright green fields of Hyrule. His men stopped behind him. Seventeen years ago, the Princess Amelia had traveled over the same mountains as he to these fields. She had traversed over these fields, pregnant with her first child and wanting to see her baby to see her homeland. Leander was supposed to meet her there. They were supposed to have a royal welcome at the castle.
Then the War began.
Prince Leander shook his head and nudged his horse in the ribs. Maximus snorted and trotted forward.
Soon, he would be crowned King. He needed to settle this before the crown was placed on his head.
Amelia and their unborn child had vanished somewhere here.
Someone had to know something, anything. The most recent war had prevented him from properly investigating, but Leander planned on fixing that now.
The Princess Zelda -- soon to be Queen Zelda -- had offered a place in her castle. He would arrive there soon enough. In the meantime, he had places to investigate.
The ranch in the heart of the field offered horses of which Leander had rarely seen, but the people were little help. The most intelligent was too young to know anything, and the owner, while kind and generous, was forgetful and bumbling. A tall, lean man started whispering that he could discover things for a price, but he abruptly looked to the field and his eyes grew fearful. He apologized and fled. There had been nothing for Leander there.
The people in the villages leading to the castle were humbling in their generosity, but no one could offer assistance. He described his princess to them: beautiful, with golden hair and bright blue eyes. No one knew of anyone named Amelia matching that description.
“You could try asking the boy?” the owner of a gameshop offered. “He is known for traveling widely.”
His wife came up behind him and smacked the back of his head. “The boy doesn’t speak. He would not be able to tell his highness anything.”
Disappointed, Leander thanked them and continued on.
“There was a beautiful lady,” the innkeeper told him. “She had been staying in a small town by the ranch in Hyrule field. She was supposed to be on her way to the castle.” The innkeeper shrugged. “She was a Lady, but I don’t know if she was your lady. She was there when the town was destroyed. I think she took off for the forest, but if that’s the case, she’s as good as dead. No one returns from that forest.”
That was the closest to information Leander received. Heartbroken, he continued to the castle and spilled his heart to Princess Zelda over dinner. She watched him with eyes far older than her face.
“And the child? Did the unborn child have a name?” the princess inquired.
Leander stared at her for a moment. She had been the first to ask that question. “Lidia if a girl, Link if a boy.”
Princess Zelda stared into the distance. “…Link is a good name.”
For Tomorrow
“I know you fathered me.”
Laguna’s babblings cut short with a noise likened to that of a dying chocobo. His flailing hands finally succeeded in knocking over the paperwork on his desk. With a sigh, Squall knelt and began picking things up. After a moment, Laguna leaned down to try and help. Squall flinched a little at the resulting thud of head meeting desk.
Squall placed the papers on Laguna’s desk and hurried out of the man’s reach before he tried to do anything to ridiculous, like hug him. He had been thoroughly coached before entering the room. Instead, Laguna leaned back in his chair and rubbed his head. His eyes were wide and dazed. Squall wasn’t sure if it was due to the head injury or Squall’s comment.
Kiros had assured him that he took after his mother. Maybe. Probably. Ward just looked apologetic.
When Laguna continued looking dazed, Squall sighed inwardly. “Was that all you wanted?” He had duties he had to attend to. He also wanted to find a monster and kill it. He wanted to fit time in both the training center and behind his desk before he went to bed.
More time in the training center meant less time hunting down Cid for giving him this damned job.
Laguna stuttered and flailed. Squall’s shoulders twitched when another set of papers tumbled to the floor. He was not going to pick them up. He was not.
He sighed again and walked back over to the desk. Yes, he was.
“I-I- How did you know?”
He had to come after his mother. “Ellone.” Ward and Kiros had verified her story. Squall had considered blood test(s), but he didn’t trust confidentiality. The entire Garden had known when he had fell sick due to food poisoning before he had stopped throwing up.
“Squall --” Laguna reached for him, but Squall had already dropped the papers on his desk and stepped back again.
“Was there anything else?”
An orphan’s hurt rose in him at the pained look on Laguna’s face. Squall clenched his fists. He never was good at getting angry with words. His anger came in the form of blades and magic.
And he had promised --
“I’m sorry,” Laguna whispered.
Squall had promised, and his rage would come out later.
Laguna couldn’t take it, but Seifer could.
Don’t throw this away, Ice Princess.
“We can discuss it later,” Squall compromised. Or Laguna could discuss it later and Squall could not cut his head off. Or other body parts off. He had forgiven Ellone for leaving him in the rain. He could attempt to forgive Laguna now.
We can’t hear your thoughts, Princess.
The memory of Seifer’s voice, combined with the dampness in Laguna’s eyes, made Squall frown. “I do have work to do. Dinner. Tomorrow.”
When Squall turned to leave, Laguna’s soft voice followed: “Thank you.”
Dinner tomorrow with Laguna and Seifer. The idiots deserved each other.
Destiny
Seventeen years ago, his beloved Amelia had vanished somewhere in these lands.
Prince Leander stopped his horse and looked over the bright green fields of Hyrule. His men stopped behind him. Seventeen years ago, the Princess Amelia had traveled over the same mountains as he to these fields. She had traversed over these fields, pregnant with her first child and wanting to see her baby to see her homeland. Leander was supposed to meet her there. They were supposed to have a royal welcome at the castle.
Then the War began.
Prince Leander shook his head and nudged his horse in the ribs. Maximus snorted and trotted forward.
Soon, he would be crowned King. He needed to settle this before the crown was placed on his head.
Amelia and their unborn child had vanished somewhere here.
Someone had to know something, anything. The most recent war had prevented him from properly investigating, but Leander planned on fixing that now.
The Princess Zelda -- soon to be Queen Zelda -- had offered a place in her castle. He would arrive there soon enough. In the meantime, he had places to investigate.
The ranch in the heart of the field offered horses of which Leander had rarely seen, but the people were little help. The most intelligent was too young to know anything, and the owner, while kind and generous, was forgetful and bumbling. A tall, lean man started whispering that he could discover things for a price, but he abruptly looked to the field and his eyes grew fearful. He apologized and fled. There had been nothing for Leander there.
The people in the villages leading to the castle were humbling in their generosity, but no one could offer assistance. He described his princess to them: beautiful, with golden hair and bright blue eyes. No one knew of anyone named Amelia matching that description.
“You could try asking the boy?” the owner of a gameshop offered. “He is known for traveling widely.”
His wife came up behind him and smacked the back of his head. “The boy doesn’t speak. He would not be able to tell his highness anything.”
Disappointed, Leander thanked them and continued on.
“There was a beautiful lady,” the innkeeper told him. “She had been staying in a small town by the ranch in Hyrule field. She was supposed to be on her way to the castle.” The innkeeper shrugged. “She was a Lady, but I don’t know if she was your lady. She was there when the town was destroyed. I think she took off for the forest, but if that’s the case, she’s as good as dead. No one returns from that forest.”
That was the closest to information Leander received. Heartbroken, he continued to the castle and spilled his heart to Princess Zelda over dinner. She watched him with eyes far older than her face.
“And the child? Did the unborn child have a name?” the princess inquired.
Leander stared at her for a moment. She had been the first to ask that question. “Lidia if a girl, Link if a boy.”
Princess Zelda stared into the distance. “…Link is a good name.”
For Tomorrow
“I know you fathered me.”
Laguna’s babblings cut short with a noise likened to that of a dying chocobo. His flailing hands finally succeeded in knocking over the paperwork on his desk. With a sigh, Squall knelt and began picking things up. After a moment, Laguna leaned down to try and help. Squall flinched a little at the resulting thud of head meeting desk.
Squall placed the papers on Laguna’s desk and hurried out of the man’s reach before he tried to do anything to ridiculous, like hug him. He had been thoroughly coached before entering the room. Instead, Laguna leaned back in his chair and rubbed his head. His eyes were wide and dazed. Squall wasn’t sure if it was due to the head injury or Squall’s comment.
Kiros had assured him that he took after his mother. Maybe. Probably. Ward just looked apologetic.
When Laguna continued looking dazed, Squall sighed inwardly. “Was that all you wanted?” He had duties he had to attend to. He also wanted to find a monster and kill it. He wanted to fit time in both the training center and behind his desk before he went to bed.
More time in the training center meant less time hunting down Cid for giving him this damned job.
Laguna stuttered and flailed. Squall’s shoulders twitched when another set of papers tumbled to the floor. He was not going to pick them up. He was not.
He sighed again and walked back over to the desk. Yes, he was.
“I-I- How did you know?”
He had to come after his mother. “Ellone.” Ward and Kiros had verified her story. Squall had considered blood test(s), but he didn’t trust confidentiality. The entire Garden had known when he had fell sick due to food poisoning before he had stopped throwing up.
“Squall --” Laguna reached for him, but Squall had already dropped the papers on his desk and stepped back again.
“Was there anything else?”
An orphan’s hurt rose in him at the pained look on Laguna’s face. Squall clenched his fists. He never was good at getting angry with words. His anger came in the form of blades and magic.
And he had promised --
“I’m sorry,” Laguna whispered.
Squall had promised, and his rage would come out later.
Laguna couldn’t take it, but Seifer could.
Don’t throw this away, Ice Princess.
“We can discuss it later,” Squall compromised. Or Laguna could discuss it later and Squall could not cut his head off. Or other body parts off. He had forgiven Ellone for leaving him in the rain. He could attempt to forgive Laguna now.
We can’t hear your thoughts, Princess.
The memory of Seifer’s voice, combined with the dampness in Laguna’s eyes, made Squall frown. “I do have work to do. Dinner. Tomorrow.”
When Squall turned to leave, Laguna’s soft voice followed: “Thank you.”
Dinner tomorrow with Laguna and Seifer. The idiots deserved each other.
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Loved the subdued agony in the FF8 one. Squall isn't the type who normally rages, and his internalized fury fits him perfectly. Laguna's guilty-hurt showed through well, too.
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I think Squall has a ton of internalized rage. Look how he fights! Right in the beginning sequence, he charged at Seifer (and got knocked on his ass). It's just letting other people actually see his emotions that gets him...and everyone else.