Ephemeral Fairytales

by: fluffy pantoufle

A/N: In the same way as I'm sure you do, I draw inspiration for my stories from a variety of places. I'm a huge music whore, but even something as insignificant as a single word may spark an entire story, if stumbled upon in the right moment. These are just a series of Final Fantasy VIII related drabbles and short stories - 500 words or less, for the most part. Sometimes it's even more challenging to write something super-short and forcing yourself to stay within a specific word-count (again, I'm sure this is something everyone is aware of xD)!

No particular pairings, no particular theme... Just little tales. Enjoy them for what they are, please! And if you have any suggestions as to what little story you'd like me to write or try, by all means PM me.

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Inspiration: "Between the Bars," by Elliott Smith

She needed a night for herself.

I could see it in her face. Normally, Trepe glared at me with a fire that threatened to melt those pretty blue eyes of hers. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead long before we even left the orphanage.

Today, though…she seemed so tired, like if someone called her "Instructor Trepe" one more time she would have collapsed. Even when I tried to poke fun at her she stayed pale and indifferent, which is Hyne-damned unheard of. How could I ever forget the way she gets all flushed and bothered when I push her buttons?

There's a lot of shit in the world I can take - people shielding their kids from me in the street, or not being allowed back into Garden - but Quistis wandering around like a zombie?

Not while I live and breathe.

She needed a night for herself, and it didn't matter that it was spent in the company of the Lapdog - filthy murderer, traitor to mankind. At least I knew where to find the stiffest cocktails in town.

And as I watched Quistis whoop and laugh her way down the street, drunk on whiskey and liberation and whatever the fuck else the bartender slid our way - I grew angry. When did it become okay for the world to twist and corrode one of their own heroes until she forgot who she was? Everyone on the planet hated me, but at least I was free.

Don't worry, Quisty - be free tonight. Be free always. And if anyone tries to bring you down, I'll keep them still. I promise.