Author's Note

Before reading, this is a practice scene I whipped up for my future Equestria Girls fanfiction of Zephyr and Victoria's love story. I hope you like it, and I'll accept critiques as well if I ever do more scenes.

But even while I was writing this, I had a bit of a lump in my throat by writing some of the parts of this scene.

(Edit March 10th 2022, gave this an edit to make it better.)
(Edit May 25th 2022, gave another edit to make it better.)

For Her And Her Only (Scene)

Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes for a quick moment as he began to speak to himself in a whispery tone. “Alright Zephyr ol’ boy, you got this,” he breathed out slowly, opening his eyes as Zephyr saw himself in the mirror, seeing himself dressed in a casual attire of his multicolored sweater of yellows and oranges, his wings were slightly widen out as his aqua blue feathers gave a shine by the light above the dressing room, and his pony ears were straighten. “this is your chance to impress a woman, you're gonna be for that woman, be strong with that woman, and be the perfect me you will be. So, just be cool, chill, and totally me! You got this me.”

He gave himself a quick pat on the back, before he heard a familiar voice outside of the room he stood in. “Zephyr? Are you ready yet? I’m all dressed.”

The prideful male gulped, but not loud enough for his date to hear it. He instantly froze up in place leading his pupils lowered, he could feel his cheeks give a slight warm shade of red, and his lips slightly narrowed. “Oh shoot,” he thought to himself loudly, he quickly glanced at the door then the mirror again, immediately he began to rush by giving his hair a quick check to make sure it wasn’t messed up, his face as he feared that pimples or scabs would appear, or that he made sure the clothing choice wasn't all goofy nor ugly.

As he continued, a minute soon gone by. He didn't want all this to happen! He didn't want to see himself looking like a disaster.

His heart began to now slightly race, he felt the palm of his hands beginning to become warm by the reaction, while thoughts now slowly rushed in. “this was a bad idea, this was a bad idea! Why did I agree to this, why did I?! What if she doesn’t like me? What if I smell? Perhaps not act right in front of her, oh! Why would she love me, I’m just a loser! A flirty loser who has trouble fitting in! I’m just a failure, I don’t deserve her!”his eyes widened of his final words, making him stop what he was doing.

His mind and the area around him fell silent. The feeling of his heart pounded faster while his lips gave a tiny, frowned agape with his eyebrows lowered. The breeze himself couldn’t believe what he said! Why would he think such a thing even though he thought almost everyday of his life, that he was confident he could get through this?! Even for a woman, that he grew to have such an appreciation and love for?

For somebody he grew to trust, someone who can literally laugh, chat, and hang out with, without being looked at as a loser. As a nobody. As a failure. One of his worst fears. To develop a friendship that could be something more, that he and she wanted, he knew deep down there're feelings for her. Because he loved her, for who she was. For her struggles, her personality, and for how her beauty was shown; that was like the finest pool's hidden treasures.

He loved her for everything.

“I am such,” a soft groan released from his mouth, shutting his eyes in frustration, before turning his head away from the mirror. He gently formed a fist, gave his head a small tap on the forehead. “a moron. An moron. A big dummy. You shouldn’t think like that me, you’re not a loser.” he whispered to himself again, but paused for a moment. He looked up to the mirror again.

Opening his eyes again, he noticed his reflection in the mirror that both his wings and ears drooped, his eyes noticeably back to normal except they gave a slight sparkle by the ceiling's light. His lips were frowning, and his black eyebrows pulled together, curving deeply.

“Listen here. You’ve gone through so much for the past few months, heck now for almost a year. From struggling to contain your new powers, hiding away from that maniac Tirek and his minions, you deserve this moment! To have fun, to relax, chillax, to have this wonderful date you’re gonna go on with her. Siestas even! It may not be what most dates are, but it’ll be fun.” he once again softly sighed.

“Your new friends have spent this moment helping me and Victoria to have this, and without them you’d have nothing, you've been alone. You've been walking down those same dang hallways, looking for Rainbows to flirt with or yet to embarrass your own sister! You’re not that anymore, well, learning not to be. But you'd been so close with them, you've made new friends, you've made new relationships. Even to you've restored your own relationships with your own family too! Me, remember this, because you’re not a loser."

Slowly, he moved his hand towards the mirror as he pressed his hand against it, feeling now the glasses' cold touch. He took another deep breath, slowly gave a smile to himself, his ears and wings immediately perked up. “You’re a winner.”

He continued to look at himself while he began to calm himself down, slowly his heart returned to his normal beat, and his body relaxed. Once again silence was around, before he gave another soft sigh, closing his eyes as his smile grew more. However, a knock on the door was heard.

“Zephyr, y'all done in there? Your date has been standing here; like a deer watching headlights for the last minute.” said Applejack, making his eyes open quickly, once again his brows lifted and lips narrowed.

Quickly turning his head, he removed his hand away from the mirror quickly turning himself towards the door. “Yep, totally ready.” His eyes glanced down at his clothes before giving them a quick dust off, and soon he plastered a confident smile. “I am as ready as I’ll ever be.” he stopped, his eyes glanced up to the brown door before him, giving another breathe as he grabbed the silver door knob.

“For her, and her only.” then his brows loosen up with his smile; warm as milk and honey, soon he turned the knob, making the door open before him with a creak.

End Of Scene