Drabble: Pas de Trois (Basilisk, G)

Title: Pas de Trois
Author: seraphcelene
Fandom: Basilisk
A/N: 100 words. Spoiled for Basilisk episode 13, A Swarm of Butterflies. tkp gave me the prompt "Battle Ballerina" and somehow I ended up here. It was an odd, winding journey, I am sure.

( Battle Ballerina )

Yashamaru and Hotarubi, just so you know.
Tribute vid by SuicuneNami
Song: Broken - Seether with Amy Lee

Yashamaru and Hotarubi (Basilisk)

It's Cliche, but True ... I am a Girl who loves her shoes!

diachrony asked me to talk about my love for my skivvies and my shoes.

Yeah, so I've got a deep down yen for girly panties and stiletto heels. Two great tastes that definitely taste great together. Not that that is what my love is about. No, no, not at all. They're seperate passions and only occasionally come together for rollicking good times.

Why do I love these things, you ask? Well, let me tell you about it.

There is an exchange from the movie In Her Shoes, which I assume is also in the book but which I haven't read, between the main protagonists who happen to be sisters. Cameron Diaz, tall, svelte, gorgeous plays Maggie and her sister, the shorter, curvier, plainer Rose is played by Toni Collette. Rose comes home and catches Maggie plundering her shoe collection:

Maggie Feller: Shoes like these should not be locked in a closet! They should be living a life of scandal, and passion and getting screwed in an alleyway by a billionaire while his frigid wife waits in the limo thinking that he just went back into the bar to get his cellphone. These are cute too.

Rose Feller: Please tell me you just made that up.

Maggie Feller: Look, if you're not going to wear them... don't buy them! Leave them for someone who's going to get something out of them.

Rose Feller: I get something out of them! When I feel bad I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good... food just makes me fatter... shoes always fit.

And that it, right there! Shoes always fit. When I go shopping and I can't find anything that I like, when I'm convinced that I'm fat and ugly and evil and who could possibly want me, when I'm despondent and depressed or just in a particularly foul mood, shoes ALWAYS perk me right on up. They ALWAYS fit. Sure, there is sometimes a little haggling to be done -- depending on the manufacturer and the style I can go from a 7 to a 7 1/2 -- but shoes work for me.

( Stiletto, I look at it more as an attitude as opposed to a high-heeled shoe. )