[Okay. Okay. Everything was going to be okay. Elena was perhaps being jumpy. That's it. Of course it was understandable that she was over-cautious coming across a random stranger in the middle of the woods in the dead of night. And the moonlight could easily play tricks. At least the man was smart, moving exactly as ordered to remove the hood and show that he was -]
...Fffuucckk.
[The word is uttered low and slow under her breath. A striking contrast to the string of obscenities that now flowed like a torrent in her brain, the content so rich in vulgarity that it might have even shocked Reno.
Elena doesn't move for several seconds, doesn't breathe either. She's staring, mouth slightly unhinged and eyes wide, at the man standing in front of her. At the silver braid that belied its actual length, bangs that fell over brilliant green eyes that all but glowed in the growing pre-dawn light.]
How many times do we have to -
[Eyes move quickly from hands to face, to hips and legs, back to the chest, then face, then hands. The hands. Hands that are lifted, palms outward, and elbows bent in clear surrender posture. Surrender? That didn't make sense. And where was that infamous blade of his? Why hadn't he struck her down yet? Why did he look at her with such...such.. fear?]
...Reno?
[She hears him before she sees him, eyes darting to the cave - she could tell it was a cave now by the brighter shades of purple that stretched across the sky - where he emerged. Feet plant more firmly to ground her posture, her weapon unmoving from its target as she turns her attention to the red-heaad.]
Reno, what the fuck? [Elena is furious and confused and there's a hint of that panic rat in a faint waiver of her voice.] Why aren't you in Edge? What the hell are you doing here? And with...and with...
[She can't even say his name. Won't say it. Her attention goes back and forth between the two men, making sure that her glances to Sephiroth are hard and firm and daring him to move. Reno, on the other hand, gets an incredulous look. She's utterly oblivious of the man in the shadows and the gun aimed at her, too busy having a small aneurism.]
What are you waiting for?! Take him down already before he does something!
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...Fffuucckk.
[The word is uttered low and slow under her breath. A striking contrast to the string of obscenities that now flowed like a torrent in her brain, the content so rich in vulgarity that it might have even shocked Reno.
Elena doesn't move for several seconds, doesn't breathe either. She's staring, mouth slightly unhinged and eyes wide, at the man standing in front of her. At the silver braid that belied its actual length, bangs that fell over brilliant green eyes that all but glowed in the growing pre-dawn light.]
How many times do we have to -
[Eyes move quickly from hands to face, to hips and legs, back to the chest, then face, then hands. The hands. Hands that are lifted, palms outward, and elbows bent in clear surrender posture. Surrender? That didn't make sense. And where was that infamous blade of his? Why hadn't he struck her down yet? Why did he look at her with such...such.. fear?]
...Reno?
[She hears him before she sees him, eyes darting to the cave - she could tell it was a cave now by the brighter shades of purple that stretched across the sky - where he emerged. Feet plant more firmly to ground her posture, her weapon unmoving from its target as she turns her attention to the red-heaad.]
Reno, what the fuck? [Elena is furious and confused and there's a hint of that panic rat in a faint waiver of her voice.] Why aren't you in Edge? What the hell are you doing here? And with...and with...
[She can't even say his name. Won't say it. Her attention goes back and forth between the two men, making sure that her glances to Sephiroth are hard and firm and daring him to move. Reno, on the other hand, gets an incredulous look. She's utterly oblivious of the man in the shadows and the gun aimed at her, too busy having a small aneurism.]
What are you waiting for?! Take him down already before he does something!