A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan next week.

[provenworth]

Characters: Elena (provenworth ) and YOU!
Setting: Around the tower!
Format: Whatcha see is whatcha get, but I'll match yours. Anything goes!
Summary: Elena is taking some action items to prepare for the wedding and gets caught up looking at pretty pictures!
Warnings: None, except cute.


[Posting #1 | Anonymous]

Wanted: A tailor who can create and modify clothing. Discretion is needed. Please visit the Aquarium this afternoon at 3pm for further details.

[Because, to be honest, she was feeling a little more girly than she would ever admit and, while she could never see herself actually wearing an actual dress, she did have something in mind.]



[Posting #2]

H - Need to chat with you as well. Let's meet in the kitchen at 11am. - E

C - Need to talk to you. Please see me on the 19th floor at 2pm.- E



[Floor 22 | The Art Gallery]

The art gallery floor had been one she'd not taken time to visit, not finding great value in it or its contents. However after several passes during her time in the tower, she found her curiosity piquing. Of course, there was no way she could have stopped this accidental visit, especially when a painting of the city of Midgar seemed to grace a spot near the front, pulling her attention - and eventually her body - in. Feet took her slowly through the gallery, looking at all the various pieces of art, stopping at one or two that caught her interest further.

It was somewhat embarrassing how easily she had been pulled in, the landscapes and portraits of, what she could easily guess were, other places and times curious and mind-boggling. She's careful not to wander too far, she did have other things on her agenda and with Rufus in the building, she was being kept busy. Very busy.

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[midgarhorizon]

He expected the reaction, but not the extent of it. It was kind of embarrassing how red her cheeks got, honestly. Grinning a bit, he rubbed the back of his head and nodded. "Yeah, I did. I was thinking this'd be good for the wedding, y'know... but if it's too overwhelming I could... do like I usually do and wrinkle my suit up."

Maybe she had something there, judging by the mild embarrassment only someone who knew him really well would pick up on.

"Ya really like it that much?"

Was it possible, just a bit, that Reno was somewhat shy about his looks? Maybe even something he himself didn't fully realize. Picking at his collar was more a reflex of discomfort with the idea of making people react like this than actual physical discomfort. He would rather have people underestimate him before going into battle than be intimidated. It was the way he worked.

Trying to find something to do with his hands, he just shoved them into his pockets, magnifying the cool aspect without realizing it. Otherwise he'd just fidget.

[provenworth]

The blush is almost insufferable and, later, she would think back with mortification just how silly she looked, jaw agape and staring at him like he had two heads. But in her mind it was a justified reaction to the fact that he was in his suit in the properly defined code. With a tie. She wanted to burn the image of him just like that into her mind for easy – and constant – reference.

"N-no! It's not overwhelming! You look amazing. I mean, I've rarely – maybe never, but I can’t exactly remember – seeing you dressed so... I always swore that your suit was a size too big, but it's fitting you so nice, I never would have guessed..." She has to stop speaking for a minute, all but having to gasp for air for all the nervous rambling. "I think it'd be perfect for the wedding. You'd be the best looking man in the room."

Having closed the distance between them to less than three feet, fingers playing nervously with each other in front of her while taking another long, approving inspection with a slight head tilt to the side. It was an unusual question he posed, one that in the past would likely not have come up. And, in a small part of her mind, the idea that maybe he was a little self-conscious? Oh god, the thought that he actually was sensitive about his looks was just too much to handle right now. She already had to manage his debonair style and that was proving to be a challenge.

"Do I like it?"

Hands reached out and one moving to curl around his waist while the other played at the fabric of his tie, giving him a gentle pull towards her, a small, mischievous smile forming. It was the culmination of the fact that he was dressed in proper uniform, which in turn was sexy in its very own right, looking a mixture of awkward and suave, that inadvertently tried to lull out a secret side that she had kept quiet for many, many years. "I love it."

[midgarhorizon]

Suddenly, his smile grew mischievous, moving closer to her and wrapping one arm around her shoulders. His free hand reached up, and his long fingers caressed her cheek. Chuckling at the heat he could feel on her face, he shook his head.

"I knew it! Ever since that rumor about you, I just knew you liked men in uniforms. That's the real reason why ya joined the Turks, isn't it?" He was teasing her, of course, but as usual he had a kernel of seriousness inside it. "You're going all googly-eyed."

....and she's been found out.... （*/∇＼*）

[provenworth]

For the briefest of moments she had found a solid beam of internal strength to take charge, to make the advance without feeling shy or embarrassed about doing so. To let her intentions and thoughts known with the risk of being called out, or worse, snubbed. Thankfully the latter did not happen, but her grin faltered twitched, faltering slightly, her confidence quickly waning.

"...W-Wha?" And her smile has completed vanished, her color reddening even more, and despite the comforting pet of his fingers on her cheek, the look of abject mortification. "T-That's not it at all! I mean...it doesn't matter if I find me in uniform to be the hottest thing next to a summer in Costa, but - But that's not why I joined the Turks!"

and he finds it adorable asdfhsdgf

[midgarhorizon]

He found her sudden disintegration almost too cute, and he hugged her, laughing softly- but not mockingly- and trying to sooth her. "I know, Elena... aww, babe, you're all red. Sorry, babe."

It was adorable and cute and he couldn't help himself, he wanted to hug her and squish the stuffing out of her. His own secret was he was a softie.

"Okay, okay," pulling away just slightly, his own face a bit read, he covered his mouth snickering. "Okay... ahem." Trying to put on a serious face again was hard, he kept smiling at her. "You're... still the same, Elena. You're still the same, after everything. You're the strongest person I know."

She's just soo mortified now. Her pride. oww... (╥_╥) AND I JUST SAW THE TYPO AND AM DYING

[provenworth]

The sudden hug worked as a salve against the accidental burn, arms circling around his middle and tightening, purposely hiding her face into the lapel. Against the cool fabric, she could feel the heat emanating from her face and gave a little desperate moan. "You're going to be the end of me, Reno, I swear to Shiva..."

She could just stay there, their arms around each other, her face pressed against his chest. Could pass on the utter embarrassment, though. Although she was more than content to stay there, the warmth of his arms a lovely feeling, she didn't fight his pulling away, mouth in a miserable pout.

"Reno, I..."

Words pause, his words all but hitting her upside the head and then hitting something in her core. He was one of two in the Tower - make that three, with Rufus' arrival - who knew what she had experienced, what she had gone through. And to hear those words - words that brimmed with hope and, dare she say, admiration - caused hands to tighten against his back, creating unfortunate wrinkles in the pristine lines of his suit jacket.

"I doubt that very much, given how long you've managed to survive here... But thank you. You're an ass at times, and stubborn as a mule. But Gaia help me, I can't not love that about you." To which she left no room for rebuttal and promptly pressed her lips to his in a kiss.

[midgarhorizon]

It was true, he would have told her how much her strength despite being not fully trained (probably his fault) and the torture in the Northern Crater. He admired that she was still so... untouched underneath the pain by what they were even though she was two years older than when he knew her. She was the same girl that got shy and babbled a lot.

He gave in, lifting her off her feet to fully support her, and melted into her kiss.

Besides, she was right, he was stubborn and an ass.

[provenworth]

Core behaviors were hard to scrub, even after many additional years - years Reno wasn't privy to, and good for him that he wasn't - of being a Turk. Though, in all fairness, this was a new Reno she had never known either. A man who suffered and struggled. A man who protected those around him. He was forever a Turk with a twist. One she wouldn't mind learning to bend to.

Toes left the floor with his lift, making a small audible squeak in surprise than melted quickly in the embrace. Eventually air was needed - as it was needed to continue living - and she loosened her grip, leaning back to smile up at him.

"You are a grade A hottie, yo."