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.

Comments

[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."