It was such a nice day, she thought, lying back. Squall had left awhile ago, Rinoa was on her way to Timber for the weekend. She didn't know where Zell was. Quistis was reading, her glasses perched sternly on her nose, and Irvine was right near her, lying back as she did. Mmm… sunshine… drifted around her mind.
The butterfly had returned. Probably seeing the alien one trying to kill it was gone, it had returned, fluttering dust-covered faerie wings through swishing stalks of grass, dancing in light.
Selphie opened her eyes. Quistis gently took hold of a flower, and called silently to the butterly, tempting it with a flower.
It flew towards her flower. She sat completely still, her eyes darting around with the butterfly's movements. It paused, and came to rest on Quistis's face, on the bridge of her delicate nose.
She stared at it, gentleness in her eyes, and the butterfly paused for maybe ten, or twenty seconds. Then it flew away again, fading into the clouds at the edge of the horizon.
She got up. "I'm gonna go return this to the library. I'll be back soon, 'kay?" she said, gentle smile upon her face.
Selphie grinned. "Yeah, sure!"
Caught in the headlights is something familiar to all races. It transcends humans, and even visits animals, Death walking across the barren plains, swinging it's scythe. You can't help being in it's path, you can only hope he can't see you.
Watching your life end in fast forward in which you can't do anything about, your only action is to freeze.
Sometimes, you scream.
But sometimes, you don't get the chance to scream.
You can only watch your life, your legacy, end in a third person.
And say goodbye.
Choosing to do so, visiting the library, cost Quistis her life.
Solid rubber slapped the paved ground as Quistis went to return her book to the library, thought swirling in her mind. Like watching a feather on the wind, she could only concentrate on the approaching future, how Laguna, friendship developing between them, and his friends were coming tomorrow.
They were real friends.
Ever since the Ultimecia event of four years ago, chance encounter – on an Esthar HoverTeacup (Laguna had no imagination, sadly, according to Ellone and Kiros) of all places. There, they had a fun time, lasting ten minutes chatting about nothing really.
He took Quistis at face value, but delved deeper than most people. They only saw the hero from time compression. They only saw the blonde instructor of Balamb Garden, and they only saw the spotlight shining brightly around her.
But meeting new people who really looked past that was nice.
An odd whooshing sound filled the air. Annoyed Quistis, brow furrowed gently, swiftly spun around expecting to see a cadet doing some crazy stunt.
She was wrong.
What she wasn't expecting was the image of her life ending in fast forward.
Ragnarok sped towards Garden with immense speed, sending up forest debris in it's path. High pitched whines filled the air and buzzed like a million wasps.
Quistis, looking in the cockpit of the Ragnarok, saw the final image of which she would die with.
Him.
To observe Quistis Trepe's death would be quite rapid. You would see her turn around in annoyance, and watch her expression contort into the path of headlights apporaching.
You would maybe see a glimpse of recognition, suprise, maybe even hate for the one piloting.
Then the explosion.
It'd rip through the Garden like childish hands on wet newspaper.
And you would see Quistis, just for a second.
For in one second, her scared expression reflected her soul, she was a living, breathing, thinking person, and the next, she ceased to exist. The scythe had struck.
And it was...
Goodbye.
The heat. And the light. It was so hot, she thought dimly. What… what's going on?
She had the sense to open her eyes, forcing them as if they were bonded as Siamese twins were.
She saw that her left arm and leg were obscured from sight by a large chunk of metallic sheeting. Tributaries of viscous blood painted its way down her arm and leg, and she watched it in morbid fascination. It was quite interesting, really. Such a strange liquid, its crimson streams pooling, and tracing a river down her bloodied arm. Lulling, like a lullaby, singsong sing a lil' song singsonglil'songsinga littlesongsinglil'lil'...
Shock stabbed her nerves. Where was Irvy?
A/N: See what I said? I apologise. The full impact and panic of the attack I have not depicted fully yet. Wait for the next chapter. And Angeliscence, as an answer to your question, the pairings will be:
Irvine/Selphie
Rinoa/Irvine
There won't really be any other pairings. I apologise once again. You will be able to see why in the next chapter. So plase review! Thanks!
The butterfly had returned. Probably seeing the alien one trying to kill it was gone, it had returned, fluttering dust-covered faerie wings through swishing stalks of grass, dancing in light.
Selphie opened her eyes. Quistis gently took hold of a flower, and called silently to the butterly, tempting it with a flower.
It flew towards her flower. She sat completely still, her eyes darting around with the butterfly's movements. It paused, and came to rest on Quistis's face, on the bridge of her delicate nose.
She stared at it, gentleness in her eyes, and the butterfly paused for maybe ten, or twenty seconds. Then it flew away again, fading into the clouds at the edge of the horizon.
She got up. "I'm gonna go return this to the library. I'll be back soon, 'kay?" she said, gentle smile upon her face.
Selphie grinned. "Yeah, sure!"
Caught in the headlights is something familiar to all races. It transcends humans, and even visits animals, Death walking across the barren plains, swinging it's scythe. You can't help being in it's path, you can only hope he can't see you.
Watching your life end in fast forward in which you can't do anything about, your only action is to freeze.
Sometimes, you scream.
But sometimes, you don't get the chance to scream.
You can only watch your life, your legacy, end in a third person.
And say goodbye.
Choosing to do so, visiting the library, cost Quistis her life.
Solid rubber slapped the paved ground as Quistis went to return her book to the library, thought swirling in her mind. Like watching a feather on the wind, she could only concentrate on the approaching future, how Laguna, friendship developing between them, and his friends were coming tomorrow.
They were real friends.
Ever since the Ultimecia event of four years ago, chance encounter – on an Esthar HoverTeacup (Laguna had no imagination, sadly, according to Ellone and Kiros) of all places. There, they had a fun time, lasting ten minutes chatting about nothing really.
He took Quistis at face value, but delved deeper than most people. They only saw the hero from time compression. They only saw the blonde instructor of Balamb Garden, and they only saw the spotlight shining brightly around her.
But meeting new people who really looked past that was nice.
An odd whooshing sound filled the air. Annoyed Quistis, brow furrowed gently, swiftly spun around expecting to see a cadet doing some crazy stunt.
She was wrong.
What she wasn't expecting was the image of her life ending in fast forward.
Ragnarok sped towards Garden with immense speed, sending up forest debris in it's path. High pitched whines filled the air and buzzed like a million wasps.
Quistis, looking in the cockpit of the Ragnarok, saw the final image of which she would die with.
Him.
To observe Quistis Trepe's death would be quite rapid. You would see her turn around in annoyance, and watch her expression contort into the path of headlights apporaching.
You would maybe see a glimpse of recognition, suprise, maybe even hate for the one piloting.
Then the explosion.
It'd rip through the Garden like childish hands on wet newspaper.
And you would see Quistis, just for a second.
For in one second, her scared expression reflected her soul, she was a living, breathing, thinking person, and the next, she ceased to exist. The scythe had struck.
And it was...
Goodbye.
The heat. And the light. It was so hot, she thought dimly. What… what's going on?
She had the sense to open her eyes, forcing them as if they were bonded as Siamese twins were.
She saw that her left arm and leg were obscured from sight by a large chunk of metallic sheeting. Tributaries of viscous blood painted its way down her arm and leg, and she watched it in morbid fascination. It was quite interesting, really. Such a strange liquid, its crimson streams pooling, and tracing a river down her bloodied arm. Lulling, like a lullaby, singsong sing a lil' song singsonglil'songsinga littlesongsinglil'lil'...
Shock stabbed her nerves. Where was Irvy?
A/N: See what I said? I apologise. The full impact and panic of the attack I have not depicted fully yet. Wait for the next chapter. And Angeliscence, as an answer to your question, the pairings will be:
Irvine/Selphie
Rinoa/Irvine
There won't really be any other pairings. I apologise once again. You will be able to see why in the next chapter. So plase review! Thanks!