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FFVIII: Harpy
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: You can almost hear her voice still. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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You wake up drenched in sweat, fists clenched so that your nails dig into your palms, and you're gasping for breath. The air's too thick, the covers tangled round you are like the soft, cruel clutch she had around your mind, and so you kick them aside and sit up. Hyperion's under the bed and you grab it, hold it, as if it'd help somehow. If you could cut the dreams out of you, you would. Gladly.
You can almost hear her still. Harpy voice. My knight, you failed me. Same dream, different day.
At least it is a dream.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: You can almost hear her voice still. For
fic_on_demand.You wake up drenched in sweat, fists clenched so that your nails dig into your palms, and you're gasping for breath. The air's too thick, the covers tangled round you are like the soft, cruel clutch she had around your mind, and so you kick them aside and sit up. Hyperion's under the bed and you grab it, hold it, as if it'd help somehow. If you could cut the dreams out of you, you would. Gladly.
You can almost hear her still. Harpy voice. My knight, you failed me. Same dream, different day.
At least it is a dream.
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