towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Reno, open
Setting: Directly after this
Format: Prose
Summary: After Sephiroth showed up on the wedding post, Reno wants to kill something
Warnings: Pissed off turk

Clenching his fists, he slammed them down on the console, not really enough to hurt it but enough to cause pain. It helped clear his head a bit, and he angrily pushed off and away from the terminal.

He needed to do something, though, and he went back to his room to grab his makeshift poncho and started to head down to the gymnasium. That track, even in the cold, was sounding mighty lonely. It needed someone to run on it.

After a terrifying moment almost falling into Floor 46, he made it mostly unscathed and didn't bother to warm up. He dumped a bottle of water at the starting point, and set off, running around the track as if his life depended on going the fastest he could.

If anyone looked, they might notice that occasionally, he performed different moves. A few jumps into the air, some tumbles ending a slamming kick into the ground. Once or twice, he did a few roundhouse kicks without breaking stride. So much energy bound up in these moves, it was hard not sense the emotions coming off of him.

It wasn't just Sephiroth, it was everything that had happened over the last few months, but most of all it was something that should have been a happy thing, something positive in the hell tower wasn't anymore. All of the physical effort wasn't helping, and he was having second thoughts about asking in the first place.

It was just going to make them more miserable. He had been stupid to think that they could make this a home, or get a tiny bit of... something that wasn't terror, agony, or heartbreak.

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While she was quiet, he took the opportunity to lift his hand and brush some hair out of her face. If it was within his power, he would have taken away whatever was making her sad.

"I'll try to smile more, but if ya think you can get me into a tie..." Taking the tie, he returned it to her own neck, and snickered. "Why do ya think I don't wear one? Too easy to choke me with it."

The feeling of hair moving helped being her out of her reverie, finding long fingers pushing stray strands back. Cheeks flushed slightly with embarassment, having been caught in a moment of weakness and letting deeper thoughts, feelings she had learned to keep buried, make it to the surface.

"I'd like that." Chuckling, she looked down at the tie that he draped back around her neck. "If I wanted to choke you, honey, I'm sure I could find something else besides a tie to do it with. And before she allowed herself the moment to think on the accidental endearment... "Not even for one day? Is there any way I could convince you otherwise?"

Holding on to that tie, he suppressed the surprise when she called him 'honey', not that he minded it. Well, it was only fair, he called her babe all the time... They'd have to get used to that now, wouldn't they?

Leaning forward, he smiled one of those soft smiles for her, and whispered, "Maybe, for one day. For you."

And she's all the more thankful that he skips right over it, the slip of the endearment butting right against her sense of professionalism. Granted, this wasn't ShinRa and they were hardly the same, old organized group of Turks. But turning that switch off was proving rather difficult.

Not that a slip once in a while, in a more confined and private space, couldn't be allowed. Or let the softer, feminine side that hid inside the protective shell of the suit, come forward. Like now, when he gave her that smile and that softness. "You're being such a tease, leading me on like this."

"Oh? Didn't know I was being that much of a tease... you like it?" He grinned, kissing the side of her cheek. "I think maybe I'll try gettin' a proper tux for the wedding. If I clean up this good, just imagine that, huh?"

He didn't wear tuxedos often, only when the job had warranted it, but he couldn't remember the last time he wore one since she became a Turk.