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person4Title: Tap
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Irvine, Selphie, Zell
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Set during the events at Fisherman's Horizon.
Irvine was leaning against a pillar in Fisherman's Horizon with his hat pulled low over his eyes, looking for all the world like he'd decided to take a catnap in the sun before the concert began. Somebody would have to be looking very closely to notice that his eyes were open, just barely visible as he peered out from under his hat to where Selphie was practicing her part in the show.
Practicing was no longer the word for it, really. She'd long since broken away the routine she'd be dancing that night and was dancing around in bounds and whirls with her legs flashing beneath her, the sharp crack of her shoes against stage carrying clearly all the way over to where Irvine was lying. Zell was leaning against the stage in front of her encouraging her on, to move ever faster, to jump ever higher; none of them had any idea that Selphie knew how to tap dance until she'd jumped up that day to show them what she could do, and Zell quickly became the one most entertained by trying to push her to the limits of her skill.
It was quickly becoming a race to see which would happen first; Zell finding that limit, or one of the gigglefits his admiration kept sending Selphie into getting bad enough to force her to stop. Irvine would have been willing to bet on the later, his Sephie wouldn't let herself lose to Zell.
Irvine couldn't hold back a smile when broke out of her dance altogether for a moment in favor of doing an impromptu cartwheel that almost sent her flying off the stage. He had no idea how the others could watch her and not have their memories jarred at all. It was like looking straight back through time, to the way she'd used to dance around in the wave on the shore behind the orphanage. She hadn't had nearly as much rhythm or skill back then, but her energy and enthusiasm had been just as great.
Well, even if he was the only one who could recognize it, it was good to see that there were something even ten long years of separation couldn't change.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Irvine, Selphie, Zell
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Set during the events at Fisherman's Horizon.
Irvine was leaning against a pillar in Fisherman's Horizon with his hat pulled low over his eyes, looking for all the world like he'd decided to take a catnap in the sun before the concert began. Somebody would have to be looking very closely to notice that his eyes were open, just barely visible as he peered out from under his hat to where Selphie was practicing her part in the show.
Practicing was no longer the word for it, really. She'd long since broken away the routine she'd be dancing that night and was dancing around in bounds and whirls with her legs flashing beneath her, the sharp crack of her shoes against stage carrying clearly all the way over to where Irvine was lying. Zell was leaning against the stage in front of her encouraging her on, to move ever faster, to jump ever higher; none of them had any idea that Selphie knew how to tap dance until she'd jumped up that day to show them what she could do, and Zell quickly became the one most entertained by trying to push her to the limits of her skill.
It was quickly becoming a race to see which would happen first; Zell finding that limit, or one of the gigglefits his admiration kept sending Selphie into getting bad enough to force her to stop. Irvine would have been willing to bet on the later, his Sephie wouldn't let herself lose to Zell.
Irvine couldn't hold back a smile when broke out of her dance altogether for a moment in favor of doing an impromptu cartwheel that almost sent her flying off the stage. He had no idea how the others could watch her and not have their memories jarred at all. It was like looking straight back through time, to the way she'd used to dance around in the wave on the shore behind the orphanage. She hadn't had nearly as much rhythm or skill back then, but her energy and enthusiasm had been just as great.
Well, even if he was the only one who could recognize it, it was good to see that there were something even ten long years of separation couldn't change.