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LEAVE A 🌺 IN MY INBOX TO GIVE MY MUSE A FLOWER | accepting. 

@tacticalgunner​​ said:

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“Why are you giving me these?”   Despite her unappreciative tone, 2B did take the pretty little blossoms.  

@tacticalgunner​ //  he tosses confetti all over zell as an indication that he remembered --. ... definitely not the case, he's only following what everyone else is doing and wordlessly does he continue to toss glitter and confetti all over him. " Sorry, Zell. Uncle Laguna's fresh out of presents, but happy birthday. "

Zell’s just gonna smile and nod while he’s dusted with confetti. And glitter. God, there’s so much glitter. If there’s anything Zell hates most in this world, it’s glitter. It just gets in places it should never get. He’ll be dusting himself off for weeks, but he tries his best to put on a brave face-- shaking his head so the confetti falls out. 

He’s trying to be polite, Mr. President -- Zell’s just having trouble finding a gracious answer because he’s stuck on whether or not it’s creepy or weird to call Squall’s dad ‘Uncle.’ 

Meetings like this, regardless of the content, always had an element of droll. Squall wasn’t a meeting person and likely never would be-- words were not his strong suit, unlike the man sitting opposite himself.

As the meeting concluded, Squall stood, neatly storing his notes and sliding out of the crisp-white chair. The other meeting members were leaving in groups, leaving him and Laguna last. 

As he stood and turned, he felt a gaze lingering on his back, one that seemed to follow him every time he had to come to Esthar for these meetings, one he’d ignored until now. Perhaps it was better left alone, but he was tired of leaving questions unanswered.

tacticalgunner replied to your photoset: I’ve always wondered if this was eluding to Seifer...

seifer are you an animal abuser, don’t throw rocks at cats and dont smack dogs

This man was his father. His biological father. The man that annoyed Squall almost every single time Ellone sent him back into his past. Ellone’s adoptive Guardian, The President of Esthar...it was so much to take in. Obviously he knew he had a biological father somewhere, but for that man to be Laguna Loire? Squall wasn’t sure what to think about it.

But Raine? Raine he admired. Her strength, her courage, her kindness - that was his mother. His mother that Squall only knew through flashbacks as well as from stories Ellone had told him but he had long forgotten -until now - due to the price paid for the use of the Guardian Forces. He wished she was still alive and that he could meet her in person like he was able to meet Laguna...

Of course he admired Laguna in some ways, as well, such as his determination to protect Ellone and his city - not to mention the world. But damn, did that guy irk him sometimes. Still though, he was his father and eventually they would need to talk about it and hell, Laguna also hadn’t known either until recently.

(...I wonder what he thinks of me. Was he disappointed when he found out?)

It was one of the many questions Squall wanted to ask, but not one of the important ones. Regardless, this meeting couldn’t be avoided for much longer and he knew that. As much as he wanted to try but he also had Rinoa encouraging him to go - to get it done with otherwise it would continue to eat at him and she was right. In the end, avoiding it wouldn’t help anything despite what he wanted to believe.

She even offered to be at his side, but Squall decided it was something he should do on his own, thus the reason he was alone when arriving at the large city. A city that still amazed him to this day, especially with it’s ability to be hidden away.

He took his time finding the Presidential Palace where Laguna would be waiting for him and it didn’t take long to spot Laguna the moment he walked in. Was he nervous about this, too? Was he dreading it?

(Will this...change anything?)

“...Hey.” The SeeD greeted, his tone unenthusiastic just as it usually was. He didn’t know what else to say or where to even start so hopefully Laguna would take it from here. He was better at talking, anyway.

its not like you cant fuck when its monday

sentence starters | spider-man (ps4)

                 “   Blood.   ”  It’s an easy word that tumbles from her mouth, casual and carefree with an simple note of expectation that he understands her the moment she says it.  Bare toes nudge at the sordid armor, revealing stains of entrails and grotesque markings – bandersnatches and behemoths were things never to trifle with and yet… For what it’s worth, she is not completely without modest nature, the generous swells of her covered by a cloth she found rummaging around in an attempt of decency.   And she finds it nice to feel the softness of her hair curl around her shoulders for a change, head tilting back in forth earlier in marvel. Now  ?  It’s just a matter of cleaning up, soaking the wretched garments, and hoping to scrub off the carmine stained boot prints marring the floor before anyone else notices.   

She grimaces down at the sight.