Reeve had tried not to let a certain woman to occupy his thoughts when it was obvious concentration elsewhere was needed - it was perhaps enough that he had taken the hours out to fly then drive to that remote chalet, returning Scarlet plus Sebastian, to amongst the living once more.
Perhaps that had been too much in itself.
But then Reeve had known that his mind and body would not have rested; the sense, the knowledge - persistently niggling at his subconscious - would have been a much worse fate than just getting it over and done with.
So he had made sure she was safe and well and mostly informed (even that was too much kindness for such a woman, a small part of him would argue) before... Scarlet had left him once more.
...And even as the blonde had left his sight he had not even managed to muster an inclination to ask her where she was headed.
So it was perhaps a good thing then that a discrete location device had been planted upon her. Reeve occasionally glanced over at the movements of a small red blob upon a map, the
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Scarlet dropped the gear when she heard the rover pull up. It clanked between Tifa's boots and rolled, leaving a pattern in the dust. Scarlet immediately reached for a weapon, but realized she wasn't carrying one. Instead she slid into a fighter's stance. It was stiffly remembered. Her blue eyes narrowed
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At first the stance had produced a wary look upon Reeve’s features but that had morphed into the expression which had Scarlet sliding out of the defensive pose only to move into something that appeared equally as defensive, just more subtly so. In truth, he was expecting her to snap (he had followed her out here unawares after all) so the fact she didn’t give him a verbal lashing had him folding his own arms across his chest alongside a small eyebrow raise as he approached. Eventually coming to stand in front of the blonde he paused; two figures with shut off stances, in a clear denial of the not so obvious pull that seemed to be drawing them together
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They make me cry for themmechanic_wingsJuly 20 2010, 23:15:10 UTC
"Why were you tracking me, be honest." Scarlet leaned into his touch despite her head screaming otherwise.
So many things were buzzing in her head, and she had so many different questions and problems. Being dead changed her perspective on everything. She had been so wrong.
She could hear a drumming sound, soft and pleasant in her brain. Everything was clearer when Reeve was around. She felt like she wasn't grasping at straws and the world was making sense.
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Perhaps that had been too much in itself.
But then Reeve had known that his mind and body would not have rested; the sense, the knowledge - persistently niggling at his subconscious - would have been a much worse fate than just getting it over and done with.
So he had made sure she was safe and well and mostly informed (even that was too much kindness for such a woman, a small part of him would argue) before... Scarlet had left him once more.
...And even as the blonde had left his sight he had not even managed to muster an inclination to ask her where she was headed.
So it was perhaps a good thing then that a discrete location device had been planted upon her. Reeve occasionally glanced over at the movements of a small red blob upon a map, the ( ... )
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So many things were buzzing in her head, and she had so many different questions and problems. Being dead changed her perspective on everything. She had been so wrong.
She could hear a drumming sound, soft and pleasant in her brain. Everything was clearer when Reeve was around. She felt like she wasn't grasping at straws and the world was making sense.
Why couldn't she just tell him how sorry she was?
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