I don't own Final Fantasy 8 or it's characters-hey, I'm getting in a rut!
Hehehehe
Final Fantasy 8 is the sole property of Square and Sony, and all I own is a Ryo-Ohki backpack….and I don't own Ryo-Ohki either. And the song "Someone Saved my Life Tonight belongs to Elton John.
This chapter is taking a strange little turn, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I was driving around this weekend and this song came on, and it kinda made me think of Irvy. So here's a songfic chapter, probably the only one.
Chapter Six: Someone Saved my Life Tonight
Rummaging through the boxes in the dusty, neglected Festival Hall seemed too take her back. Memories flooded her mind as the cardboard stacks of stored memories opened one by one. It was muggy, stuffy just breathing in the unused hall. Some years back it had become a warehouse for people's discarded belongings and forgotten memories. Selphie gingerly opened the first of many boxes, taking a seat in a ray of warm sunlight, and she began to filter through the knick-knacks inside. It was all so familiar…Galbadia…
"When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights,
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs."
It had almost been like heaven when she was naïve enough to enjoy it. Their relationship came so swiftly that moving in seemed the natural thing to do. Impulsive, daring, just like he was. It seemed such a simple step, a natural transition for lovers. Hot summer evenings spent wrapped up in nothing but the sheets while he drawled in that sweet accent, whispering empty promises she was too young to understand.
She set the box of belongings aside and picked up another.
"Prima Donna, lord you really should have been there,
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair."
The newness of it, like with so many things, faded fast. How was she supposed to know that reality would hit so suddenly? How could she understand what she had gotten herself into? Ease gave way to tension; Tension gave way to jealousy.
"We've all gone crazy lately, my friends out there
Rolling round the basement floor."
The phone calls started. The fearful little girl crying out for a bigger world so she didn't feel so cramped-That was Rinoa. She called every day, wanting Selphie's advice, wanting a shoulder to cry on when Squall's didn't seem enough. And Selphie gave it freely. Yet, she never spoke of her own problems, did she? Irvine, out late, coming home night after night with excuses. He'd whisper to her in the moonlight, velvety words drenching the cold steel of his behavior. It was a dangerous game.
"And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear.
You nearly had your hooks in me, didn't you dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied.
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear.
You're a butterfly."
That's what he would call her…
"And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye."
Time moved slowly while he was away. She stopped questioning where he was going at some point. It wasn't worth the hurt it caused her to know anymore. It's not that he didn't care about her, or even that he didn't love her. Just that he was…well…a sort of a desperado, at least in his own mind. Everything had to be fireworks and passion, had to move fast or not move at all. And he wasn't happy when the earth didn't move. She was sick of trying to keep it going anymore.
"I never realized the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams."
Staying here would kill her. Already she could feel herself changing, always pessimistic and worried. But that wasn't her. She wasn't smiling anymore, and at some point in a passing storm the realization hit her. It would never work. She wasn't mad or even bitter, but Irvine…he didn't understand.
She stacked another box against the wall as her vision blurred slightly.
"I'm strangled by your haunted social scene,
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen."
Oh, he argued at first.
"It's four o'clock in the morning.
Damn it, listen to me good!
I'm sleeping with myself tonight,
Saved in time, thank god my music's still alive."
She left on a quiet clear summer night, no tears or awkwardness at all. Leaving felt almost as right as it had when they started. Just one last kiss and a smile as he casually ran a hand through her hair. "I love ya Sephie," he said softly, "always will." His last offering was a sad smile as she turned to leave, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly. He knew he was being stupid, but hell, what else could he do?
"And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear,
You nearly had your hooks in me, didn't you dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied.
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear.
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away
Bye bye…"
She stuffed a few last odds and ends into another box and stacked it with the rest. At least that was out of the way. She'd have someone move it to the storage areas downstairs once she had swept a bit and aired out the room. But for now, all she could find the strength to do was sit there in that one spot of sunlight, taking at least some comfort in the afternoon sun. She missed him, sometimes…only sometimes.
Final Fantasy 8 is the sole property of Square and Sony, and all I own is a Ryo-Ohki backpack….and I don't own Ryo-Ohki either. And the song "Someone Saved my Life Tonight belongs to Elton John.
This chapter is taking a strange little turn, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I was driving around this weekend and this song came on, and it kinda made me think of Irvy. So here's a songfic chapter, probably the only one.
Chapter Six: Someone Saved my Life Tonight
Rummaging through the boxes in the dusty, neglected Festival Hall seemed too take her back. Memories flooded her mind as the cardboard stacks of stored memories opened one by one. It was muggy, stuffy just breathing in the unused hall. Some years back it had become a warehouse for people's discarded belongings and forgotten memories. Selphie gingerly opened the first of many boxes, taking a seat in a ray of warm sunlight, and she began to filter through the knick-knacks inside. It was all so familiar…Galbadia…
"When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights,
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs."
It had almost been like heaven when she was naïve enough to enjoy it. Their relationship came so swiftly that moving in seemed the natural thing to do. Impulsive, daring, just like he was. It seemed such a simple step, a natural transition for lovers. Hot summer evenings spent wrapped up in nothing but the sheets while he drawled in that sweet accent, whispering empty promises she was too young to understand.
She set the box of belongings aside and picked up another.
"Prima Donna, lord you really should have been there,
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair."
The newness of it, like with so many things, faded fast. How was she supposed to know that reality would hit so suddenly? How could she understand what she had gotten herself into? Ease gave way to tension; Tension gave way to jealousy.
"We've all gone crazy lately, my friends out there
Rolling round the basement floor."
The phone calls started. The fearful little girl crying out for a bigger world so she didn't feel so cramped-That was Rinoa. She called every day, wanting Selphie's advice, wanting a shoulder to cry on when Squall's didn't seem enough. And Selphie gave it freely. Yet, she never spoke of her own problems, did she? Irvine, out late, coming home night after night with excuses. He'd whisper to her in the moonlight, velvety words drenching the cold steel of his behavior. It was a dangerous game.
"And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear.
You nearly had your hooks in me, didn't you dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied.
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear.
You're a butterfly."
That's what he would call her…
"And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye."
Time moved slowly while he was away. She stopped questioning where he was going at some point. It wasn't worth the hurt it caused her to know anymore. It's not that he didn't care about her, or even that he didn't love her. Just that he was…well…a sort of a desperado, at least in his own mind. Everything had to be fireworks and passion, had to move fast or not move at all. And he wasn't happy when the earth didn't move. She was sick of trying to keep it going anymore.
"I never realized the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams."
Staying here would kill her. Already she could feel herself changing, always pessimistic and worried. But that wasn't her. She wasn't smiling anymore, and at some point in a passing storm the realization hit her. It would never work. She wasn't mad or even bitter, but Irvine…he didn't understand.
She stacked another box against the wall as her vision blurred slightly.
"I'm strangled by your haunted social scene,
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen."
Oh, he argued at first.
"It's four o'clock in the morning.
Damn it, listen to me good!
I'm sleeping with myself tonight,
Saved in time, thank god my music's still alive."
She left on a quiet clear summer night, no tears or awkwardness at all. Leaving felt almost as right as it had when they started. Just one last kiss and a smile as he casually ran a hand through her hair. "I love ya Sephie," he said softly, "always will." His last offering was a sad smile as she turned to leave, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly. He knew he was being stupid, but hell, what else could he do?
"And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear,
You nearly had your hooks in me, didn't you dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied.
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear.
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away
Bye bye…"
She stuffed a few last odds and ends into another box and stacked it with the rest. At least that was out of the way. She'd have someone move it to the storage areas downstairs once she had swept a bit and aired out the room. But for now, all she could find the strength to do was sit there in that one spot of sunlight, taking at least some comfort in the afternoon sun. She missed him, sometimes…only sometimes.