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Title: Slumflowers
Pairing(s): implied Aerith/Tseng
Rating: G
Summary: Reno remembers Aerith.


I.

The first time Reno meets Aerith she's with Tseng. She emits this air of confidence and don't-fuck-with-me attitude that Reno finds alluring. She's pretty cute with her dark green eyes and bright smile. She hands him a bouquet of yellow flowers, holds out her hand.

“Fifty gil.”

“Fifty? For flowers? Are you out of your mind?” Reno gazes at her incredulously.

Aerith shakes her head. “Fifty gil.”

Reno scratches the back of his head, pulls out his wallet and hands over the money to pretty lady with the con artist grin.

II.

The second time they meet she's in her church with some spiky headed weirdo. The place is calming though, so Reno just stands at the door watching them watch him. He has to make a move soon. The President really wants this girl, yet Reno doesn't really want to follow that order. Aerith hasn't really messed with him. In fact, he just brought flowers from her two days ago. They're cool

Yet orders are orders.

III.

The third time he sees Aerith, she's with Tseng again. This time there are no smiles. Reno knows that shit is getting real when he sees how Tseng's shoulders are set and sees the hate in Aerith's eyes. Her hand is stark pale against the red bloom on her cheek.

Reno notices Tseng's jaw clenching and he wants to break the awful silence with something. A poor joke. A witty story. A fucking hammer. Instead he walks ahead of them and calls Rude to let them know that “Aerith is with us and the bomb is set. We'll be up shortly.”

IV.

Reno doesn't see her again except for when the Turks cross paths with AVANLANCHE and when he sees her, he sees someone who has come so far and is near the end of something. It's in her eyes. His mother's eyes had that same faraway look before she left him and sister. Reno wants to tell Cloud and his gang to watch her closely, yet the few words they say are charged with anger and fight. So, Reno just lets them go.

He learns later from official reports that she is dead. He watches Tseng and sees the cracks he tries to hide. Reno knew her even if he didn't know her well and he knows that Tseng knew her better than any of them. The few times Reno had spoken to her she reminded him of Zola, which meant that he saw a bit of himself in Aerith. A slumflower that reached to close to the sun.
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Pre-Turks/Pre-Meteorfall

Summary: “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”- Aristotle

I.

Rufus is inquisitive as hell.

“I already told you I don't want to talk about it!” Reno snaps as he pulls the sheets tight over his bed. He wonders why he tolerates Rufus then he remembers he's his boss and that they've been a thing since Meteorfall. Rufus may be a completely unscrupulous, morally lacking bastard, however he treats Reno like a fucking prince.

Rufus sits in the beat up chair that Reno can't seem to part with, watching him intently. “You know pretty much everything about me. You could at least...you know what? I could just look in your files.”

Reno smirks. “So why don't you? You have access.”

Rufus gives an sigh full of exasperation. “I'd much rather here it from you.”

“All right, yo, but it's not some heartwarming story. My life was pretty fucked up before I joined ShinRa. Okay, maybe it wasn't, but it wasn't like yours. It wasn't the lap of fucking luxury, a silver spoon in my goddamned mouth, you know?”

“I know,” Rufus replies as he motions for Reno to come to him. Reno sits in his lap, his arms around his neck.

“Since you want a story, here you go.”


II.
Zola tosses the package at Reno, narrowly missing his head. It hits the wall behind him and lands with an unceremonious thump on the floor.

“You could have knocked me out,” Reno gripes, picking the package up. “What is it anyway?”

Zola shrugs her broad shoulders. “It's from mom. She sent me one, too. Don't know why she just didn't put it all together.”

Reno and Zola didn't say it aloud, but they wondered when their mom was coming home from the Bone Village. She had been there for several months helping with a dig. They knew that if they wrote or called begging for her to come home she'd just tell them she'd be home shortly. Her work was important to her as much as they were. Sometimes it felt as if she loved the job more.

In silence they open their packages. Zola holds up a hand knitted sweater with a black Chocobo in the middle. She rolls her eyes, tossing it aside. She hasn't worn cute shit like that since she was 10. She glances over at Reno. “What mom send you?”

Reno holds up a blue t-shirt that says “Welcome to the Bone Village”. Like his sister, he tosses it to the side.

“If she sent candy or something I'd be grateful,” Zola says as she pulls on her bosozoku jacket. Reno stares at in awe. It's black with a vibrant red NEO Bahamut embroidered on back with the words “Midgar 88” beneath it. The Midgar 88s were notorious. They were also cool as fuck.

“You going out?” Reno asks as he cleans up around the living room.

Zola nods. “Yep and nope you can't go.”

“I wasn't even going to ask, Z. I have rehearsal with the band.” It feels good to say that. Reno has a band and they're pretty damn good. Zola rolls her bright blue eyes and waves her hand as she heads out the door.

“Have fun!” she calls.

Reno won't admit it. He won't admit it to her at least. He does want to go and hang out with her biker gang. He wants to be apart of that coolness, the recklessness. Zola won't let him and if his mother found out she'd have his head.

That's why he has a band.

They are in fact really good. The neighbor screaming at them from the other side of the wall has told them they are even if they shout their bloody head off because they're too “fucking loud”.

They call themselves Sleepel and their music is moody and dark. People look at Reno with his wild, long red hair and instantly assume things about him, mainly his music taste.

“You probably like metal or rap, right?”

“I do, but I also really love sad music. Like really sad music.”

Then a blank stare and they go on to talking about his unnaturally natural red hair.
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I finally got Sims 3 for my PC and I actually enjoy it. Not as much as I enjoy Sims 2, but they're two very different beasts. My first sim that I made in TS3 was Mer, a 1920s reject who resides in Riverview.

Say hello, Mer )
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On my day off yesterday I worked on a project I had planned when I had my old computer, Lola. These are my 2nd set of defaults actually. I made a set using Amaryll's Wet Eyes, but never uploaded them. :P

Anyhow, I defaulted Nabila's edits of Dragonmandy's eyes. These are from her 2nd version of the edits, Sound of Madness. I posted these on GOS and I'm also posting them here just because:



More under the cut.... )

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I just learned today that they had hacked Garden of Shadows and some other sites. What the fuck is there malfunction? Move on, TSR. Move on!

In other news I brought The Sims 3 for Xbox 360 and I actually enjoy it. If I get a new computer this year I'll probably get it for that also. Even though I said I wasn't going to give TS3 the time of day. It's not bad. It needs some work, but it's actually fun.

Now off to do some cleaning. &hearts
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And I have a DW. This will mostly be used for Sims stuff that I plan to make this year. If not then it'll be a home for my writing.

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