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Who: Elena and Dean
Where: Woods
When: Now.
Summary: Dean gives Elena a crash course on hunting for a few days.
Rating: PG-13?
It had all happened too fast.
It had started off with addressing a possible threat in a way she understood, a non-lethal way if the matter came to it, and somehow spiraled into a breakup that she still wasn’t quite sure how it happened. This entire scenario wasn’t the worst that she and Yuber had endured, but it was simply the straw that broke the chocobo’s back. A year of being told how stupid she was, a year of being looked at like cattle (because while he might have thought it was a term of endearment, the fact of the matter was that he looked at her as though he was better than her at all turns), a year of being a possession, a toy, had finally taken its toll. There was only so much someone could take of feeling inferior before the volcano burst, and this lava was spreading.
So, was it so wrong that she wanted to find a way to defend herself? To defend her Turks and her president? If discovering a way to save herself against an attack was an affront to them, so be it. Let them think whatever they wanted; she wasn’t here to defend her actions to them. Let Yuber think whatever he wanted, let him speculate that this was about Dean when it wasn’t, had never been.
This was about her. Her and him. Respect. Equality. Two way streets. What he showed others, but never her.
And if everyone played nice, then there would be no reason to use any of the tricks of the trade. She didn’t want to use it, not when Kuro and Kurama and Yukina were out there, were her friends. All this did was level the playing field in case the time did come, in case they would attack first.
And there was nothing wrong with have a defense.
She had been game when Dean suggesting going away for a few days, a hardcore training regiment that was eat-sleep-drinking whatever he could tell her about what he did. A crash course in that sort of knowledge seemed extreme, but quick, necessary, and she was up for the challenge. She hadn’t much to gather, really: some clothes, a blanket, her gun, and her two pieces of materia had her set and ready to take off.
They stopped somewhere in the forest, trees still brown and twisted with winter’s harsh touch. Sighing, she tossed her bag down, trying to shake off the thoughts of Yuber and focusing on the task at hand.
Focusing was what she was good at.
“So, when do we get started?”
Where: Woods
When: Now.
Summary: Dean gives Elena a crash course on hunting for a few days.
Rating: PG-13?
It had all happened too fast.
It had started off with addressing a possible threat in a way she understood, a non-lethal way if the matter came to it, and somehow spiraled into a breakup that she still wasn’t quite sure how it happened. This entire scenario wasn’t the worst that she and Yuber had endured, but it was simply the straw that broke the chocobo’s back. A year of being told how stupid she was, a year of being looked at like cattle (because while he might have thought it was a term of endearment, the fact of the matter was that he looked at her as though he was better than her at all turns), a year of being a possession, a toy, had finally taken its toll. There was only so much someone could take of feeling inferior before the volcano burst, and this lava was spreading.
So, was it so wrong that she wanted to find a way to defend herself? To defend her Turks and her president? If discovering a way to save herself against an attack was an affront to them, so be it. Let them think whatever they wanted; she wasn’t here to defend her actions to them. Let Yuber think whatever he wanted, let him speculate that this was about Dean when it wasn’t, had never been.
This was about her. Her and him. Respect. Equality. Two way streets. What he showed others, but never her.
And if everyone played nice, then there would be no reason to use any of the tricks of the trade. She didn’t want to use it, not when Kuro and Kurama and Yukina were out there, were her friends. All this did was level the playing field in case the time did come, in case they would attack first.
And there was nothing wrong with have a defense.
She had been game when Dean suggesting going away for a few days, a hardcore training regiment that was eat-sleep-drinking whatever he could tell her about what he did. A crash course in that sort of knowledge seemed extreme, but quick, necessary, and she was up for the challenge. She hadn’t much to gather, really: some clothes, a blanket, her gun, and her two pieces of materia had her set and ready to take off.
They stopped somewhere in the forest, trees still brown and twisted with winter’s harsh touch. Sighing, she tossed her bag down, trying to shake off the thoughts of Yuber and focusing on the task at hand.
Focusing was what she was good at.
“So, when do we get started?”