Can't we just stay like this...just a little longer?
Who: Elena and Reeve (Jenova tags along for the ride)
When: The evening between here and breaking out Nekkiroth
Location: Local resturant, Gongaga
Rating: R - M (Depends on how Reeve behaves ^.~)
Summary: Elena has boldly invited Reeve out to dinner before he leaves for Edge.
As the early evening skies in Gongaga faded from faint purples and pinks into darker hues of violet and blue, Elena shifted uncomfortably in the low-heeled shoes she just bought. A part of her felt rather foolish. The last several hours, once Reeve had moved on to his next meeting, had involved Elena walk-limping around Gongaga as fast as she could to find something - anything - appropriate to wear. She should have known better than to ask him out to dinner knowing prefectly well she had absolutely nothing to wear. Over the years her wardrobe had shrunk to nothingness - and why not? She lived in her uniform, why did she need anything else to clutter her closet?
But that was just the beginning of it. Standing in the middle of a dress shop, drowning in toole and lace, Elena was suffering pre-dinner jitters that were only amplified by her desire to look nice while not coming across as overdone. While she would find one dress with a lovely line, it would have a scoop back that didn't seem to stop. Or she'd find another with a delicate lace-up pattern in the back that all but had her girls falling out. Was this what was in fashion these days? Where did the class, the elegance go? Back on the waaaay back of the store, of course. Buried under a mound of unwanted, overly-poofy gowns was what she had been looking for. It was simple, with clean lines that flattered her figure, and a lovely shade of gold. No extra adorenments were needed. She never thought herself capable of a halter dress, or one with an empire waist - she had thought they made the wearers look pregnant - but this seemed to just slide and shift just right. No preggo Elena here.
So, the drama of actually putting an outfit together, doing her hair and putting on the bare essentials of makeup needed, her self-esteem should have been higher. But the mere thought of, well, standing out made her squemish. What if she had skirted over the very fine line of appropriateness. What if Reeve had considered her dinner offer as just something more casual and not as she saw it. But how exactly was she seeing it? Elena checked herself in the darkened resturant window and groaned slightly in embarassment. Even if she tried to explain it, her observations - her misintrepretations - were as obvious as the faint scarring that peeked just above the top of the dress. Pulling the matching shawl she'd gotten around her arms, she patiently and anxiously awaited Reeve's arrival.
When: The evening between here and breaking out Nekkiroth
Location: Local resturant, Gongaga
Rating: R - M (Depends on how Reeve behaves ^.~)
Summary: Elena has boldly invited Reeve out to dinner before he leaves for Edge.
As the early evening skies in Gongaga faded from faint purples and pinks into darker hues of violet and blue, Elena shifted uncomfortably in the low-heeled shoes she just bought. A part of her felt rather foolish. The last several hours, once Reeve had moved on to his next meeting, had involved Elena walk-limping around Gongaga as fast as she could to find something - anything - appropriate to wear. She should have known better than to ask him out to dinner knowing prefectly well she had absolutely nothing to wear. Over the years her wardrobe had shrunk to nothingness - and why not? She lived in her uniform, why did she need anything else to clutter her closet?
But that was just the beginning of it. Standing in the middle of a dress shop, drowning in toole and lace, Elena was suffering pre-dinner jitters that were only amplified by her desire to look nice while not coming across as overdone. While she would find one dress with a lovely line, it would have a scoop back that didn't seem to stop. Or she'd find another with a delicate lace-up pattern in the back that all but had her girls falling out. Was this what was in fashion these days? Where did the class, the elegance go? Back on the waaaay back of the store, of course. Buried under a mound of unwanted, overly-poofy gowns was what she had been looking for. It was simple, with clean lines that flattered her figure, and a lovely shade of gold. No extra adorenments were needed. She never thought herself capable of a halter dress, or one with an empire waist - she had thought they made the wearers look pregnant - but this seemed to just slide and shift just right. No preggo Elena here.
So, the drama of actually putting an outfit together, doing her hair and putting on the bare essentials of makeup needed, her self-esteem should have been higher. But the mere thought of, well, standing out made her squemish. What if she had skirted over the very fine line of appropriateness. What if Reeve had considered her dinner offer as just something more casual and not as she saw it. But how exactly was she seeing it? Elena checked herself in the darkened resturant window and groaned slightly in embarassment. Even if she tried to explain it, her observations - her misintrepretations - were as obvious as the faint scarring that peeked just above the top of the dress. Pulling the matching shawl she'd gotten around her arms, she patiently and anxiously awaited Reeve's arrival.