Incomplete - Elena, Open
Who: Elena, Open
When: This morning
Where: Down by the river
Rating: TBA
Warning: TBA
Summary: Elena is out taking the soul-eating tonberry Nathan out for a walk, while musing on things like Geostigma, Reno, materia, Axel, the dreams, and the existence of tonberries.
Nathan never out-walked Elena, never; tonberries were slow little creatures that waddled at the speed of bowling ball rolled down an syrup-covered alley by a three year old girl. Today was different though, as he tugged her along, pulling on the leash as she idled down close to the river’s edge. Life had settled into a slow little rut, quiet in a way, and she hated it, despised and loathed it. With everything going on, she should not feel this complacency.
Not that it mattered; she couldn’t do much until Wesker got back to her about the Geostigma. At lot of her nights, she spent up pacing, or just restless in bed, a difficult endeavor when one slept between two other people, one of them an assassin. But, as the case may be, neither one had said anything yet, so it must be okay since they would never bite their tongue in an effort of manners.
She hated sitting by, doing nothing. If she had a Restore materia, she could at least take the edge of pain off, some of the worst, she hoped. Or maybe not, depending on how leveled the piece was. The president’s was so far advanced that back then it hadn’t even touched the agony he felt, but Schuldig’s case was earlier in the stages. Maybe it would work, then. Maybe, if she wished hard enough. Not that it would change much, considering she didn’t have any materia in the first place, and that was needed for…well, anything.
Which reminded her to pick up more bandages.
And such lead her to think about Axel, wondering what he was going to do, if he could really go through with such a thing. And given if she was in his shoes, would she do anything different? Wouldn't she want the cancer that was hurting her out, too? But... but this was a heart, feelings and emotions and not all of them bad, and he needed to see it, to understand it, but she wasn't the person to help him in that journey. She had her hands full with his Somebody, dammit, a Somebody who, if she didn't do something, she was going to watch agonizingly wither away and die repeatedly.
Maybe having no heart would be better than going through that, sitting back, feeling the guilt for doing nothing, feeling that loss over and over and over again for someone you loved.
Was it even right to be worrying about a dance when that was going on? Not that it mattered since Schuldig claimed he was going, too. And that thought trailed into the thought of Reno going with someone, and though Val had said it would be Pudding, Elena had a sinking feeling that such was not the first choice. Though Reno was no longer hers to decide such things for, she had a true belief that the only people in this Shiva-loving city that understand/appreciate/value/take care of him as much as he deserved to be was herself, Rude, and the president. Anyone else…just wouldn’t be a right fit, if she could explain it more than that. Sure, it was easy to think that he was nothing more than a charismatic fool, really easy, but it went so much deeper, far deeper than anyone else probably ever saw outside of the trio. He wa-
The leash attached to the harness tightened and she watched too late as Nathan toppled onto his side, little legs twitching. Sighing, she leaned over and picked him up, putting him on his feet once more, idly wondering how their little species didn’t die out without someone there to help pick them up every time they fell over.
Once righted, they began walking once more.
At least I haven’t had one of those dreams in awhile, she mused, and hoped it was a good thing, not just some hush before the storming began. And, what kind of storm would it be? A bitter cold one that sent people diving for blankets and firewood yet rolled on in slow and lingered even longer? Or, perhaps, the angry immediacy of a thunderstorm? Or maybe nothing more than a spring shower, leaving the rest of them to think maybe, just maybe, they were over-reacting this entire time?
No. There’s no such thing as ‘overreacting’, just covering all possible options is all. And that… She sighed and let her shoulders fall as she let Nathan plod along in front of her.
As with all things, Time Would Tell.
When: This morning
Where: Down by the river
Rating: TBA
Warning: TBA
Summary: Elena is out taking the soul-eating tonberry Nathan out for a walk, while musing on things like Geostigma, Reno, materia, Axel, the dreams, and the existence of tonberries.
Nathan never out-walked Elena, never; tonberries were slow little creatures that waddled at the speed of bowling ball rolled down an syrup-covered alley by a three year old girl. Today was different though, as he tugged her along, pulling on the leash as she idled down close to the river’s edge. Life had settled into a slow little rut, quiet in a way, and she hated it, despised and loathed it. With everything going on, she should not feel this complacency.
Not that it mattered; she couldn’t do much until Wesker got back to her about the Geostigma. At lot of her nights, she spent up pacing, or just restless in bed, a difficult endeavor when one slept between two other people, one of them an assassin. But, as the case may be, neither one had said anything yet, so it must be okay since they would never bite their tongue in an effort of manners.
She hated sitting by, doing nothing. If she had a Restore materia, she could at least take the edge of pain off, some of the worst, she hoped. Or maybe not, depending on how leveled the piece was. The president’s was so far advanced that back then it hadn’t even touched the agony he felt, but Schuldig’s case was earlier in the stages. Maybe it would work, then. Maybe, if she wished hard enough. Not that it would change much, considering she didn’t have any materia in the first place, and that was needed for…well, anything.
Which reminded her to pick up more bandages.
And such lead her to think about Axel, wondering what he was going to do, if he could really go through with such a thing. And given if she was in his shoes, would she do anything different? Wouldn't she want the cancer that was hurting her out, too? But... but this was a heart, feelings and emotions and not all of them bad, and he needed to see it, to understand it, but she wasn't the person to help him in that journey. She had her hands full with his Somebody, dammit, a Somebody who, if she didn't do something, she was going to watch agonizingly wither away and die repeatedly.
Maybe having no heart would be better than going through that, sitting back, feeling the guilt for doing nothing, feeling that loss over and over and over again for someone you loved.
Was it even right to be worrying about a dance when that was going on? Not that it mattered since Schuldig claimed he was going, too. And that thought trailed into the thought of Reno going with someone, and though Val had said it would be Pudding, Elena had a sinking feeling that such was not the first choice. Though Reno was no longer hers to decide such things for, she had a true belief that the only people in this Shiva-loving city that understand/appreciate/value/take care of him as much as he deserved to be was herself, Rude, and the president. Anyone else…just wouldn’t be a right fit, if she could explain it more than that. Sure, it was easy to think that he was nothing more than a charismatic fool, really easy, but it went so much deeper, far deeper than anyone else probably ever saw outside of the trio. He wa-
The leash attached to the harness tightened and she watched too late as Nathan toppled onto his side, little legs twitching. Sighing, she leaned over and picked him up, putting him on his feet once more, idly wondering how their little species didn’t die out without someone there to help pick them up every time they fell over.
Once righted, they began walking once more.
At least I haven’t had one of those dreams in awhile, she mused, and hoped it was a good thing, not just some hush before the storming began. And, what kind of storm would it be? A bitter cold one that sent people diving for blankets and firewood yet rolled on in slow and lingered even longer? Or, perhaps, the angry immediacy of a thunderstorm? Or maybe nothing more than a spring shower, leaving the rest of them to think maybe, just maybe, they were over-reacting this entire time?
No. There’s no such thing as ‘overreacting’, just covering all possible options is all. And that… She sighed and let her shoulders fall as she let Nathan plod along in front of her.
As with all things, Time Would Tell.