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

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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More panic, more trying to pull away. More naming beetle types, and trying to remember to breathe.

But when she wrapped her arms round him and spoke something in him gave and the control he had been fighting to keep disappeared. He made a small sound and buried his face in Elena's shoulder, clinging to her.

"I read his journal... because Riku... Reno told me to ask him, what he meant. He said he had made mistakes..."

Breathing, sort of, clinging and mumbling. "Ganondorf had him under a spell... Reno was doing what he told him to... But I didn't know. I just thought he'd betrayed us."

So he had betrayed him back... No crime will be worse than yours

"I killed him... it broke the spell but I didn't know that... I just... I hurt him I couldn't stop and he died."

This was...heartbreaking. Sympathy for his situation and state had brought her to hugging the recruit, hoping that even the faintest of contact would help ease some of that pain he was holding it. And by the way that he clung to her, making that soft noise against her shoulder, it apparently had worked.

As he spoke Elena said nothing, letting the words, the pain, the guilt that had been clearly been building up be spoken, expelled like a bitter poison. One arm shifted, still protectively wrapped around his shoulders, while the other lifted, hand coming to gently stroke at the back of his head in a comforting touch.

"Shion...."

What could she say in this situation that would help release him of his miserable guilt? He had killed his mentor, thinking him a betrayer, only to learn a horrible truth. It was too cruel, too traumatizing.

"Ganon deserves a painful and miserable death for what he has done - to both you and Reno. And I can promise you, it will happen in due time..."

Her hand continued its slow, comforting petting of his hair, cheek just barely nuzzling the top of the boy's head. As much as she wanted to explode, to rant and rave, destroy anything nearby in her rage for this horrible truth, she remained steady and calm. She would later find that opportunity to release her own raging anger - she had felt something was off, damn it all, and couldn't prove it!. But for now, Shion needed her and she would be that necessary support.

"You did what was necessary of you - of a Turk. I know that Reno would actually be very proud of you... You were the one to prove that something was off and who was behind it. That's our job, that's what we do. As for killing Reno..."

At this she paused, putting the words in the proper order.

"When a Turk goes rogue or when its time to 'retire', another Turk is sent to kill them. Without realizing it, you followed an unspoken order for the Turks. I'm very sure that Reno understood what was happening - and felt horrible about what Ganon was putting you through and that that you had to be the one to kill him without knowing the whole truth..."

Once more silence fell, her hand stopping to rest at the back of his head, cheek resting a bit heavier than before atop the mop of white hair.

"From what I've seen, Ganon enjoys watching people suffer and will use anything to make it happen. Friends, family...they're just tools to break others. Reno knew what he was doing and knew that there was a risk that you, or Xion or I, would have to kill him if he was ever found out... You did nothing wrong, Shion. You did your job. And...I'm proud of you."

He shook against her, he had expected her to be angry at him, not to tell him he had done the right thing. How could it be the right thing when it felt so wrong? When it hurt so much?

Even if it was necessary it had felt wrong, and he hadn't thought it through, he had just acted without thinking.

Reno had warned him that being a Turk wasn't easy, but Shion thought he was only just beginning to grasp just how difficult it was. He tried to stop himself crying but clung to Elena, just glad she wasn't mad at him. Though uncomfortable with her being proud, no one should be proud of him, not for this.

"I lost control... I was just really angry I didn't think."

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

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