fic n° 078

  • 118 words,
  • Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis, Rinoa
  • GL
  • Written for Three-Sentence Ficathon. Prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Rinoa, slowdance.
  • Download: PDFEPUB
  • Jump to comments

Rinoa should have thought about the girls sooner.

“You were just dancing with Squall, right?” says Quistis, for want of a better conversation topic.

The girl looks up, scans the crowd, and laughs when she sees who Quistis is pointing out. “Who wouldn’t? He’s the best-looking guy here.”

I hope you didn’t tell him that, Quistis thinks; she’s about to say it out loud when the orchestra segues into a new tune, all swelling strings and mellifluous woodwind, as if composed especially to tug at the overly pliant heartstrings of a hall full of teenagers.

“Although maybe I was restricting myself by sticking to the guys,” the girl adds, with a suddenly bright smile, and offers her hand to Quistis as an invitation onto the dancefloor.

Comments

Archived comments are included below. My replies have not been archived.

n° 1 (archived from dreamwidth.org)

2021-02-19

This is clever and very cute, thank you very much!