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towerofanimus2012-09-15 09:44 am
provenworth) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-15 09:44 am
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Tonight the world is much smaller with room for only you and me.
RCharacters: Elena provenworth and Reno midgarhorizon
Setting: Floor 38; Lounge; early evening of September 16th
Format: Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: After a rather...awkward interaction two days prior, Elena needs to clear the air - with the help of liquid courage.
Warnings: Drinking and feels and who knows what else? Drinking. Nudity. RATED M FOR MATURE
Two days. That was the time frame that she'd set before leaving Reno sitting in the library, watching her leave with with stoic face, perhaps just as unsure how react over what had happened as she was. And it was during those two days that she'd locked herself up in her room, replaying the entire scenario, analyzing every movement, every word, reflecting to her own actions and reasons for them. Reasons that took her back to the same feeling, the same thought, and it was getting her nowhere. But she couldn't let more than the prescribed time pass before talking to Reno again - if he chose to show up. She had been in such a hurry that she hadn't waited to hear his response, and the sound of blood thundering through her veins had drowned out all other sounds. There were things that had to be said, apologies to be made for her abruptness and her poor communication skills.
In preparation of their meeting, Elena had made a little trip to the bar the pair ran, taking three bottles of the minty concoction that they'd made and a pair of glasses. Realizing that she'd not offered details as to where or when they'd meet, she sent him a text with her location and what time she'd be there. Once sent, she took the collected supplies and went straight to the lounge. Finding it open, much to her delight, she chose a seat near the window in a far corner and lined up the bottles and the pair of glasses on an adjacent coffee table to the long couch. Moving the bottles into a proper straight line, she turned to the couch, adjusting pillows and mentally playing out who would sit where.
Turning to the long wall of windows, she paused to use the reflection, adjusting her tie and ran her fingers through her hair. Fingers played nervously with her jacket, dusting off invisible lint and dust, before moving back to the couch. Sitting down, Elena poured herself a pre-meeting drink to calm her nerves, downing half of it with three gulps before resting it in her lap. And then she waited, her hands holding her half-filled glass in her lap, watching the movement of the darkening clouds beyond the tower.
provenworth and Reno midgarhorizon Setting: Floor 38; Lounge; early evening of September 16th
Format: Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: After a rather...awkward interaction two days prior, Elena needs to clear the air - with the help of liquid courage.
Warnings: Drinking and feels and who knows what else? Drinking. Nudity. RATED M FOR MATURE
Two days. That was the time frame that she'd set before leaving Reno sitting in the library, watching her leave with with stoic face, perhaps just as unsure how react over what had happened as she was. And it was during those two days that she'd locked herself up in her room, replaying the entire scenario, analyzing every movement, every word, reflecting to her own actions and reasons for them. Reasons that took her back to the same feeling, the same thought, and it was getting her nowhere. But she couldn't let more than the prescribed time pass before talking to Reno again - if he chose to show up. She had been in such a hurry that she hadn't waited to hear his response, and the sound of blood thundering through her veins had drowned out all other sounds. There were things that had to be said, apologies to be made for her abruptness and her poor communication skills.
In preparation of their meeting, Elena had made a little trip to the bar the pair ran, taking three bottles of the minty concoction that they'd made and a pair of glasses. Realizing that she'd not offered details as to where or when they'd meet, she sent him a text with her location and what time she'd be there. Once sent, she took the collected supplies and went straight to the lounge. Finding it open, much to her delight, she chose a seat near the window in a far corner and lined up the bottles and the pair of glasses on an adjacent coffee table to the long couch. Moving the bottles into a proper straight line, she turned to the couch, adjusting pillows and mentally playing out who would sit where.
Turning to the long wall of windows, she paused to use the reflection, adjusting her tie and ran her fingers through her hair. Fingers played nervously with her jacket, dusting off invisible lint and dust, before moving back to the couch. Sitting down, Elena poured herself a pre-meeting drink to calm her nerves, downing half of it with three gulps before resting it in her lap. And then she waited, her hands holding her half-filled glass in her lap, watching the movement of the darkening clouds beyond the tower.
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"Babe... you talk too much, you know?" He teased when she started pulling him again. Taking a long stride he was in front of her, taking her hands- and then she was up in his arms, carrying her. "Now, let's get you that massage."
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"Yeah, yeah. So I've been told..." And the comment was dismissed with a wave of her hand and a laugh. "You can quote it in my epitaph."
Damn that man's legs were long. For every two she took, he only took one, which meant that it meant little effort was required to keep up with her, much less overtake her. It was surely one of the reasons he was known as the fastest of the Turks. But why he was making the move to go faster left her a a loss, until both hands were caught in his and -
"Eeee!" Arms flew around his neck, if not in an overly-dramatic fashion, before she burst out into a fit of giggles, feet giving a little wiggle in the air. Pressing her lips lightly against his cheek before resting her head lightly against his chest, she grinned. "I think I like the sound of that. Careful not to drop me."
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Being here, with her, was one of the last things he'd ever expected would happen. He tried not to think about that, what they would have done in the time on Gaia. Even if they were immortal here, there was no point in what-ifs. "Hold on tight, okay?"
The stairs were only a minor inconvenience, he took them two at a time, passing through the floors quickly.
"Hey... did I ever tell ya I raced up the back staircase at HQ in record time?"
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There's little moving or uncomfortable swaying as he moves up the steps, an impressive feat given the fact he was carrying nearly a buck ten in weight and was going up numerous flights of steps. Her free arm remained around his neck, holding firmly, as commanded, which also kept her face rather close to him. "Let me know if its too tight, okay?"
It was...odd, and a little weird, being carried bridal style by Reno through the Tower. Gaia be damned if she cared that anybody saw, there was something exhilarating about feeling wanted, needed. She had, for many years, been under the belief that there was time. Time for more drinks, for more adventures. That had been brought to an abrupt end and the lesson was one she reminded herself on as often as she could. Life was short, so you better enjoy it.
Laughing, she looked up at him with an incredulous look. "First of all, when would you ever have the time to actually do that? Those stairs last forever! And secondly, since you did, just what was your time?"