Re: Dissidia Final Fantasy, Warrior of Light/Squall, there are no happy endings, because nothing end
--good god, 3 parts? IT WASN'T THAT LONG SRSLY
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The words, inflected as they were, shamed Squall. If they'd been a question he could have at least put up a front of denial, but the bluntly confident manner in which they were spoken left no doubt, and he felt himself tremble just faintly at the weight of that utterance settling on him. It was true, but - he didn't want to confront it so openly, wanted to run away from that particular truth and leave it buried in the dust of time, and to have it forced upon him now brought back the suffocating feeling and made him clutch at the nearest thing with fingers curled clawlike, his eyes wide and his chest heaving as he struggled for the air it seemed like he just couldn't breathe; he barely felt the soothing hand on his back, rubbing slow circles to coax him into calming, or the soft brush of lips still swollen from kisses over his ear, but the next words were all too clear despite being only a whisper. "Why do you fear it so badly?"
The crushing pressure abruptly eased and he gasped in a breath, left blinking in the wake of the question as confusion battered away panic. Why, indeed? The fear had always been there, but he wasn't sure he had a reason - he'd always been alone before, alone with too much time to think and run circles inside his own head, and it had never threatened to break him like this. "I don't...know," he started, took another breath so deep it seemed to knife his chest and made himself look up, wishing he could be even a fraction as calm right now as the other seemed to be. "I've always been like that - I've always been...alone..."
...Alone.
When comprehension slowly dawned, pale eyes seemed to warm slightly as if from an unseen smile, and the Warrior of Light said for him what he'd only just realized outright. "You are not alone now."
"...I don't want it to end." He only dimly realized he was speaking, his eyes shutting tight as he pressed himself forward, wrapped a leg around both of the Warrior's to lock their bodies together and clung to him like a frightened child. "I don't want any of this to end! Even if it means we're fighting forever - even if it means we never get anywhere - I don't...I don't want to go back to being alone!" He thought he'd feel shame from the words, from admitting to someone else what he'd never even dared to admit to himself, but instead the feeling that suffused him was a strange warmth and he felt the ease of a pain he hadn't even known was gripping him, relief washing so strongly over him he felt dizzy; he was certain he would have collapsed if he'd been standing, and as it was, he sagged sharply enough against the Warrior's body to elicit a sound of surprise and concern before he could manage to turn his face upward again. "I don't want to be alone again," he whispered, and somehow found himself unsurprised to notice it didn't hurt at all to say it.
The Warrior watched him, traced his cheek idly with a finger and said suddenly, "What if there could be an ending where you were not alone?"
A happy ending, Squall's mind translated for him, and he trembled longingly for the moment he entertained the little flight of fancy, but just as quickly dismissed it with a slight shadow crossing his eyes. "Something like that - a happy ending can't possibly happen, can it? Even with all of Cosmos' power..."
"...You find it better not to get your hopes up?" Something almost a smile twitched at the Warrior's lips and he shifted, turning Squall uncomplainingly onto his back once more and nudging his legs apart; calloused fingers dipped down and in, stroking into the passage still slick from their previous exertions, and he did smile when Squall flushed deep red and tried to hide it with a quick, jerky nod. "A wise move," he commented as if he hadn't even noticed the blush, bending his head down so their lips nearly touched, "but...do you know why there are to be no happy endings, Squall?"
The sound of his name on the Warrior's lips made Squall tremble again; he breathed a moan and shook his head no, his heart racing.