Note: Is there ever such a thing as a true love? Or even a person that
helps you fit in your own skin? Is there a thing called hope? I'm in one of
my moods... again...
Chapter 72: Stay With Me
Squall sat in disbelief, and dazed on his bed. He was oblivious to the world around him, voices melting into one blur.
Squall: *I was so close... so close... to losing her.*
Squall had ran into the bathroom just in time, Tinsir about to kill herself in the shower. No one would hear her attempted gasps, as the wound made her chest collapse she thought. As she rose the blade to her abdomen, and held it at an angle, he had charged in, breaking the door. He had tackled her, having no time to react otherwise, and wrenched the dagger out of her hands. Shiva had Siren use her voice to cause the Fallen One to sleep, and now she lay in her bed, unaware of what would befall her as far as they were concerned.
Squall now was jolted out of his thoughts, Quistis tending his injuries when he went throught the door. He looked down, Quistis removing a splinter from his side. He winced, and turned to Tinsir, still asleep. Dewn sat by him, holding his hand, and telling him to be brave, that it'll only hurt for a little while until the wood was removed. The she could help by healing him. Quistis bandaged his wounds, and he declined his daughter's offer of healing. Ellone escorted the children out, and the others, leaving Squall alone with his sleeping one.
He knelt on the ground next to her, and held her cold hand. Her body twitched, and she murmured "No" in her sleep. Whatever she was dreaming was torture, and sweat poured from her skin. He shook her lightly, trying to arouse her from her nightmare. She stirred, but didn't wake up. He tried again, and she opened her eyes, searching his face.
Squall smiled, and held her hand against his face. She went to sit up, but quickly fell back dow, the blood rushing from her head. He helped her back down, and pulled up the covers.
Squall: You should change.
Tinsir (in a black bikini. Who wants to risk having a necrophiliac mortician?): Huh?
Squall: Your bathing suit is wet. I didn't want to change you in front of everyone.
Tinsir: Oh...
Squall: Do you remember anything?
Tinsir: ...Yeah...
Squall: What?
Tinsir: I was going to die, and you stopped me. You were bleeding, and I tried to fix you... Siren stopped me...
Squall: She was only helping, and Shiva told her what to do.
Tinsir: Oh...
Squall: Why now? Why did you try to kill yourself? What happened to you rtying to find your place in life? About you getting revenge?
Tinsir: I know I am not worthy to breathe, let alone cause more suffering for you. I will die, and the others will make you forget me... The need to...
Squall: No, your dieing on me would only make things worse, and I would miss you. They would miss you.
Tinsir: No one misses the monster.
Squall (sarcastic): You have many bad qualties, I agree.
Tinsir: This is supposed to help?
Squall: I wasn't finished. But you have many good qualities too.
Tinsir: I don't think so. Like what?
Squall: ...
Tinsir: See?!
Squall: Like how you look at me right before bed. How you love Dewn, and Aelin. How you look out for us even when you think it means sacrificing yourself. And how the mmonlight lights up the fire in your eyes.
Tinsir: Those things are not me. They are what you see... not reality...
Squall: What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Tinsir: A sick, twisted woman that is not worth the ground she walks on. A monster in human clothing, and she can't even stop herself from hurting the ones she loves. A hollow, evil tyrant that needs to be assassinated.
Squall: That isn't reality.
Tinsir: It is. And who are you to judge fantasy from reality?
Squall: Who are you?
Tinsir: I don't know anymore...
Squall (holds her): ... Don't leave me...
_+_+_+_+_+
Laguna stretched his arms above his head, taking in a deep breath as he stood on his private office balcony. The Esthar air was less polluted, his filtering system up, and running. Ward stood by his chair, keeping a good eye on his superior, his friend.
Kiros had been reposessed the day before, and Tinsir had to deal with it again. Now he watched, and waited should the same thing happen to Laguna. Crystal amulets hung in the room, Holy water on the inside. He carried one such vial around his neck, just in case. Laguna wore one on a long chain, for vanity reasons. He figured one on a shorter chain would look wierd.
Kiros opened, and walked in throught the door, with the Banshee report. Ward looked anxiously, almost on edge. Laguna turned, and smiled, walking to his friends.
Laguna: So, what happened?
Kiros: Mass murder, and ~she~ fixed the situation.
Laguna: Give me the full report.
Kiros (Ward running his fingers up, and down his vial): The enemy attacked, and many of our soldiers were defeated in the process. According to Selphie Tilmitt, and the others, they ran into Squall, and Tinsir's room in defense. At which time, the sorceress attacked the invaders, and defeated them. After which she returned to her room, and tried to commit suicide in her shower. The reasons are yet unknown.
Laguna: Why would she?...
Ward: There are parts to the story you do not know. Part of the book left unwritten. She has her reasons.
Laguna: ... Okay, but why would she help us? After all that happened?
Ward: Squall, and Raine. Also, her children were in harm's way along with her friends. It was to expected.
Laguna: I guess... I need a walk. I'll be fine, okay? Relax, Ward. I'll be fine. Watch Kiros for a while.
Kiros: Hey! you make me sound like a baby, or something.
Ward: ...
Kiros: Hey!
Laguna (putting on coat): 'Bye. (exits)
Kiros: Well, that's Laguna for ya.
Ward: ...
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
Laguna, his hands in his pockets, walked the length of the halls, and was deep in thought. Soon he found himself at his son's door, and paused to ponder whether, or not he should knock.
The door opened, and Squall answered. Worry plagued his face, and he moved for Laguna to enter. Tinsit sat on her bed, her chin propped up on her knees. Laguna went in, and said hi to them. Tinsir rose her gaze to him, and asked Squall to leave for a few minutes. Squall hesitated, but her look of peace reassured him. He left, and leaned against the wall in the hall.
Tinsir: You want to know more about Raine, don't you?
Laguna: Yeah, there was a lot I missed.
Tinsir: I guess I should explain why I went to Winhill to begin with...
Chapter 72: Stay With Me
Squall sat in disbelief, and dazed on his bed. He was oblivious to the world around him, voices melting into one blur.
Squall: *I was so close... so close... to losing her.*
Squall had ran into the bathroom just in time, Tinsir about to kill herself in the shower. No one would hear her attempted gasps, as the wound made her chest collapse she thought. As she rose the blade to her abdomen, and held it at an angle, he had charged in, breaking the door. He had tackled her, having no time to react otherwise, and wrenched the dagger out of her hands. Shiva had Siren use her voice to cause the Fallen One to sleep, and now she lay in her bed, unaware of what would befall her as far as they were concerned.
Squall now was jolted out of his thoughts, Quistis tending his injuries when he went throught the door. He looked down, Quistis removing a splinter from his side. He winced, and turned to Tinsir, still asleep. Dewn sat by him, holding his hand, and telling him to be brave, that it'll only hurt for a little while until the wood was removed. The she could help by healing him. Quistis bandaged his wounds, and he declined his daughter's offer of healing. Ellone escorted the children out, and the others, leaving Squall alone with his sleeping one.
He knelt on the ground next to her, and held her cold hand. Her body twitched, and she murmured "No" in her sleep. Whatever she was dreaming was torture, and sweat poured from her skin. He shook her lightly, trying to arouse her from her nightmare. She stirred, but didn't wake up. He tried again, and she opened her eyes, searching his face.
Squall smiled, and held her hand against his face. She went to sit up, but quickly fell back dow, the blood rushing from her head. He helped her back down, and pulled up the covers.
Squall: You should change.
Tinsir (in a black bikini. Who wants to risk having a necrophiliac mortician?): Huh?
Squall: Your bathing suit is wet. I didn't want to change you in front of everyone.
Tinsir: Oh...
Squall: Do you remember anything?
Tinsir: ...Yeah...
Squall: What?
Tinsir: I was going to die, and you stopped me. You were bleeding, and I tried to fix you... Siren stopped me...
Squall: She was only helping, and Shiva told her what to do.
Tinsir: Oh...
Squall: Why now? Why did you try to kill yourself? What happened to you rtying to find your place in life? About you getting revenge?
Tinsir: I know I am not worthy to breathe, let alone cause more suffering for you. I will die, and the others will make you forget me... The need to...
Squall: No, your dieing on me would only make things worse, and I would miss you. They would miss you.
Tinsir: No one misses the monster.
Squall (sarcastic): You have many bad qualties, I agree.
Tinsir: This is supposed to help?
Squall: I wasn't finished. But you have many good qualities too.
Tinsir: I don't think so. Like what?
Squall: ...
Tinsir: See?!
Squall: Like how you look at me right before bed. How you love Dewn, and Aelin. How you look out for us even when you think it means sacrificing yourself. And how the mmonlight lights up the fire in your eyes.
Tinsir: Those things are not me. They are what you see... not reality...
Squall: What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Tinsir: A sick, twisted woman that is not worth the ground she walks on. A monster in human clothing, and she can't even stop herself from hurting the ones she loves. A hollow, evil tyrant that needs to be assassinated.
Squall: That isn't reality.
Tinsir: It is. And who are you to judge fantasy from reality?
Squall: Who are you?
Tinsir: I don't know anymore...
Squall (holds her): ... Don't leave me...
_+_+_+_+_+
Laguna stretched his arms above his head, taking in a deep breath as he stood on his private office balcony. The Esthar air was less polluted, his filtering system up, and running. Ward stood by his chair, keeping a good eye on his superior, his friend.
Kiros had been reposessed the day before, and Tinsir had to deal with it again. Now he watched, and waited should the same thing happen to Laguna. Crystal amulets hung in the room, Holy water on the inside. He carried one such vial around his neck, just in case. Laguna wore one on a long chain, for vanity reasons. He figured one on a shorter chain would look wierd.
Kiros opened, and walked in throught the door, with the Banshee report. Ward looked anxiously, almost on edge. Laguna turned, and smiled, walking to his friends.
Laguna: So, what happened?
Kiros: Mass murder, and ~she~ fixed the situation.
Laguna: Give me the full report.
Kiros (Ward running his fingers up, and down his vial): The enemy attacked, and many of our soldiers were defeated in the process. According to Selphie Tilmitt, and the others, they ran into Squall, and Tinsir's room in defense. At which time, the sorceress attacked the invaders, and defeated them. After which she returned to her room, and tried to commit suicide in her shower. The reasons are yet unknown.
Laguna: Why would she?...
Ward: There are parts to the story you do not know. Part of the book left unwritten. She has her reasons.
Laguna: ... Okay, but why would she help us? After all that happened?
Ward: Squall, and Raine. Also, her children were in harm's way along with her friends. It was to expected.
Laguna: I guess... I need a walk. I'll be fine, okay? Relax, Ward. I'll be fine. Watch Kiros for a while.
Kiros: Hey! you make me sound like a baby, or something.
Ward: ...
Kiros: Hey!
Laguna (putting on coat): 'Bye. (exits)
Kiros: Well, that's Laguna for ya.
Ward: ...
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
Laguna, his hands in his pockets, walked the length of the halls, and was deep in thought. Soon he found himself at his son's door, and paused to ponder whether, or not he should knock.
The door opened, and Squall answered. Worry plagued his face, and he moved for Laguna to enter. Tinsit sat on her bed, her chin propped up on her knees. Laguna went in, and said hi to them. Tinsir rose her gaze to him, and asked Squall to leave for a few minutes. Squall hesitated, but her look of peace reassured him. He left, and leaned against the wall in the hall.
Tinsir: You want to know more about Raine, don't you?
Laguna: Yeah, there was a lot I missed.
Tinsir: I guess I should explain why I went to Winhill to begin with...
