hecatesbrat (hecatesbrat) wrote in ffviii_100, @ 2010-01-11 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: hecatesbrat, prompt: laguna loire |
Change / Confirmation / Comfort
Title: Change
Characters: Laguna
Team: Balamb G baby
Rating: G
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: Was originally done for darthneko a while back.
Laguna stood on the balcony, overlooking the softly glowing city that was his.
He watched as the motorized vehicles were whisked off through the travelling tubes around the city. He smiled gently as he let his eyes fall upon his people walking, talking, smiling and laughing softly.
He was the president of a country for almost 20 years; he had been the force of change in a country. He helped change the way the country ran and it was a great run.
Like his time here, he wondered when it would become his time for a change.
All things change.
Title: Confirmation
Characters: Laguna, Odine
Team: Trabia
Rating: G
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: This was originally much longer. Nearly 200 words long.
The phone rang, cutting night's silence. A hand slid from under the covers, groping blindly.
"Hello?"
"It's the lab calling."
A sigh echoed into the room followed by a promise of arrival.
He sat up, tossed his long hair behind him and pulled on discarded clothes.
Once in the lab, Laguna debated about sneaking out, back to the warm abandoned bed but the want of confirmation kept him there.
"Got a call. Tell me."
"Squall Leonhart iz your son. Ze D.N.A. sample proves it. Vould you like to zee ze proof?"
Title: Comfort
Characters: Laguna, Kiros
Team: Balamb G baby
Rating: G
Word Count: 100.
Author's Notes: Part of a much larger drabble fic but can be read as a stand alone.
Stretching his legs to place socked feet on his desk, which was a huge no-no according to Kiros; Guna grinned at his little bit of anarchy against his aide's rules and tried to relax. A wide yawn caused a need for a stretch to work muscles and kinks; it also ended up with a President slouching into his leather chair.
"Your office wasn't meant for this sort of comfort Laguna."
Startled by the interruption, the dark haired man flailed and fell off his chair, only to pop back up just as quick, undaunted and unhurt.
"Kiros! Wasn't that comfortable anyways..."