Two Turks in a Church
WHO: Reno {redor_dead}, Elena {turk_girl}
WHERE: Back of the Church
WHEN: Sometime after waking in the church.
SUMMARY: Reno tries his own brand of comforting.
RATING: PG-13?
WARNINGS: Slightly depressed Elena.
STATUS: In-Progress
It'd been a while since he'd even spoken to the other Turk, something he felt remotely guilty about. Between the sickness, damaged head and then ... the snow. Reno'd lost track of time and when he'd last seen Elena. She hadn't seemed all that bad the last time he'd spoken to her, but now, something was off.
Making his way to the back of the church - if it could even be called that, he kept a look out for the blonde head. Noticing her by the floor, Reno slunk over, moving to kneel beside the woman.
"Hey, 'lena. Y'okay?" What a stupid question. But damn if he sucked at this kind of thing anyway.
WHERE: Back of the Church
WHEN: Sometime after waking in the church.
SUMMARY: Reno tries his own brand of comforting.
RATING: PG-13?
WARNINGS: Slightly depressed Elena.
STATUS: In-Progress
It'd been a while since he'd even spoken to the other Turk, something he felt remotely guilty about. Between the sickness, damaged head and then ... the snow. Reno'd lost track of time and when he'd last seen Elena. She hadn't seemed all that bad the last time he'd spoken to her, but now, something was off.
Making his way to the back of the church - if it could even be called that, he kept a look out for the blonde head. Noticing her by the floor, Reno slunk over, moving to kneel beside the woman.
"Hey, 'lena. Y'okay?" What a stupid question. But damn if he sucked at this kind of thing anyway.