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...-Coughs.-

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                              Words will heal your heart.

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When she’s spent all day in her coveralls, the moment Scarlet is alone in her workshop? She unzips them and peels them halfway off, tying the sleeves around her waist to act as a belt so she can cool off. This leaves her in just her bra from the waist-up, of course, but since she’s alone? Such doesn’t matter.

(if anyone does happen upon her in this state, she will pointedly not cover herself up.)

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; the red dress

Ah, yes… that revealing red dress that has become Scarlet’s trademark. Many have wondered about where it came from–why she’s chosen something so borderline obscene when every other Director dresses in traditional, conservative fashion–and honestly? Just as many–if not more!–have simply made the assumption that she needs to flash some cleavage in order to get anything accomplished. As if anyone could ascend to her position on their backs… but she was used to that bullshit well before she ever put on that trademark crimson silk.

Such was the nature of misogyny, after all.

If any plausible demeaning explanation can be found to discredit a beautiful woman that has attained massive success, then that’s got to be the truth…and the moment said success was achieved in a traditionally male industry such as weapons design? Then that conclusion was leapt to twice as fast. Even when she was nothing but a cadet–the only female in the weapons designs lower rankings–every success was tainted by claims that she’d hit her knees or spread her legs in order to get ahead. Of course, being the stubborn type A bitch that she was, she didn’t let the jibes and insults get her down. If anything, they made her work harder… and even if she had to work twice as hard for her accomplishments to be acknowledged, not once did she complain.

Failure was not an option, so she would go through Hades itself if she had to if it meant success.

Ultimately, the day came where her hard work paid off and she was given the opportunity to apply for the vacated Director of Weapons Development–and the moment it became public knowledge that she was up for the promotion, the harassment increased tenfold. Glares and comments became theft of her prototypes and destruction of her work, but still she endured, refusing to yield no matter what was thrown at her. Unfortunately, this didn’t make the sabotages cease. While she was able to secure her prototypes the night before the presentation to President ShinRa of her improved RW-946–what would become known as her Red Revolver–the trials were not over as she discovered that her dress uniform had been stolen along with anything resembling professional wear as a last ditch effort to trip her up. And what did she see upon opening the wardrobe where her uniforms were kept?

A skimpy red dress like the ones the working girls wore in Wall Market.

With no other option, the woman who would one day be known as Scarlet strutted into that presentation with her head high on nosebleed-high heels, refusing to bow to the shame she was supposed to feel. If the world was going to look down on her and give her shit for being born a woman–and furthermore having the audacity to be pretty!–the she decided that she would embrace that which she had been given, turning her looks into a weapon as deadly as the revolver whose design secured the promotion for her. So what if the ignorant keep spewing the same tired old claims even as she stood in the rarefied air of being a Director?

That just meant they were easy prey, a wounded gazelle before a ravenous lioness.

If one became close enough to Scarlet, perhaps she would allow them to look in her closet in that luxury condo she called home. Amidst a luxurious wardrobe of silk and lace and designer everything, that cheap and gaudy dress hung front and center… a reminder to never yield, never bend to the assumptions of others. Instead, the right course of action remained the same.

Shove each and every hateful word down their throats until they choke.

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PLOTTING CALL!~

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She gets in, the doors close and as they do his eyes are immediately pulled from the grey of his thoughts and to the red of her dress. He knows she’d be looking back at him if she really wanted to mark him. 

Tension brews sour feeling and beastly thought ; how dare she speak to him like that! How dare she go out of her way to embarrass him like that!

He didn’t need the other executives knowing about his business - he didn’t need Palmer on his back, bothering him with lonely hearts text messages and annoying voicemails.

‘Oh, your wife left you, too-’ 

Oh, fuck off, he’d say.

Heidegger had seen the way that Reeve had hung his head low and sighed beneath his breath, the way that Hojo had almost smiled. He’d never been a man to care for what other people thought of him, but them - well, they had some degree of his respect and to be frowned upon by them…

more-so, to be disrespected by her. That stings.

Silence can no longer keep his mouth shut - he’s not going to lose it. Oh no, he’ll keep his cool. But goddamn does he want to scream at her right now. Just like he used to with his ex.

“Scarlet.” 

Hades, it hurts just to say her name; fury swells inside of his chest as he inhales. Her rant is hardly the hill he plans to die on but he’d be damned if he let her get away with it. 

Now, Heidegger never swears, Scarlet knows this; the general isn’t a man who would ever need to use obscene words to get his point across. Lucky for him, his stature and the sheer volume of his voice had always been more than enough.

But right now? 

Well, anger seethes venom to the tip of his tongue. 

“What the FUCK was all that about?” 

Ordinarily, a man’s gaze being attracted to her figure like lead shavings to a magnet was an emboldening thing, a source of power that made her stand just a little bit straighter, put her shoulders back that little bit further. In this instance, however, she found herself wishing that the General’s thoughts (whatever they had been) were a more powerful force upon his attention. It wasn’t a matter of if Heidegger lost his ever-loving shit on her so much as it was a matter of when, she knew, and she would’ve much rather had the time to finish re-erecting the crimson silk walls of the Scarlet persona around the woman beneath that had chosen a most inconvenient time to break the surface of who... nein, there was no point in dwelling on that. While that show of weakness was memorable, it was also more likely that the effect it had upon him would be more memorable.

It certainly had been for her in a way that had her looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

It was possible that he would think that her drawing herself up to perfect military posture was a subconscious indicator of submission, of trying to appease him... but surely he had to know better. By now, he had to know that when she did that, she was readying herself for war. The way he said her name made it clear that he was doing much the same. While the f-bomb he dropped was disarming for a brief moment, the surprise of it had her bringing forth her own weaponry. She had never shied away from cursing herself; why would she?

You need to re-establish your dominance, liebling.

“Which part? The part where you yet again decided that I was to be your scapegoat for something that went wrong on account of your actions? Or the part where I got fed the fuck up of being your whipping girl and told you so in no uncertain terms?”

Not a breath was conceded as she finally turned her head to look at him properly, a fortress of a woman unto herself--and while that moment of vulnerability may have seemingly allowed her to forget such, it was clear she had remembered her power. The smile she offered was a grim reminder of how, in most species, the baring of teeth was a sign of aggression rather than welcome, and her laugh was as cutting as the giant sword he once wielded in battle.

“Kya ha ha, I don’t owe you an explanation. I don’t owe you anything and we both know it.”

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-Blows off dust.-

OKAY SO--I’ve cleaned out some of my older drafts from accounts that haven’t been active in three months or more. If you wanna continue anything in particular that might be affected by that, please let me know.

Also, if y’ins wanna plot? Feel free tp hit me up.~

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@kychchc​ should have expected this tbh

He knows what people have said about him, their whispers not exactly quiet as he passes by with a lousy grin on his face and a flush on his cheeks. The fact that she puts up with him, humors him, listens to him at all is a mystery to many. Why not boot him out of her office and back to Dojima to deal with instead? He’s Adachi’s direct supervisor anyway, why would Scarlet allow this to continue?

Word of their relationship didn’t take long to spread, either, but neither of them have done anything to keep people from talking. She feeds into the bit of teasing the rest of the team has towards him, and people talk. They always do. It’s one of the things that pisses him off the most about this office. One person seems undeserving of the attention, and suddenly everyone thinks he’s ripe for joking about. Scarlet gets it. She’s the only one that really does.

“Hey Scar- ahh, I m-mean, hi ma’am.” He laughs with a nervous edge, the nails of one hand scraping the back of his hair as he enters her office with a handful of files and sets them on her desk. All a show. Always a show. “I gathered those case files you requested, every last one of them. Well, I think it’s every last one of them. Ah hah…”

The charade continues until the door is closed behind him and the grin falls from his face as quickly as a light blinking out. “Fucking idiots,” he mutters as he takes a seat across from her desk, pulling his tie a touch looser as he does so. “It’s all there, though. Had to sneak a few when Dojima wasn’t looking, but I got ‘em all.”

She knows what people have said about her, about how she must’ve been desperate for a man if she wound up favoring someone as seemingly simple, as bumbling as Tohru Adachi. Perhaps she had to settle for a simpleton because no one else would put up with her bitchiness? What was her end game in manipulating the poor man into being her plaything? Surely he couldn’t be anything more than that--a hollow fuck that was only marginally better than just buying a vibrator and riding that instead--and that didn’t even touch the slut-shaming that was inevitably heaped her way.

As if they didn’t do that before their relationship became office knowledge.

It was a fun little game, she had to admit--not that she was playing it with the peons that surrounded them, of course. Nein, the little jokes and quips that she threw his way to watch him handle them without allowing the others to catch onto the true nature of their bond was a great source of entertainment and, in some cases? It was borderline foreplay.

Foreplay that led to situations like this, where he would gather what she requested in order to be amply rewarded.

His nervous laugh was met with a smirk for his eyes only as he entered the office, the door closing somehow giving her the same feeling as removing that visible black lace bra at the end of a long day. Finally, the charade could be discarded, the masquerade abandoned in favor of a truth that no one else deserved to be privvy to. Her chuckle was a low and throaty thing as she nodded, her approval clear in laugh and tone alike.

“Kya ha ha... danke, though I don’t know why you sat down.”

Standing with a smooth and easy grace, the blond took a couple of steps to the side before she nodded at the leather wingback that was her proverbial throne. It was a great deal more comfortable than the chair he had settled into out of habit. Or perhaps it was his own little manipulation to ensure that he heard the praise he so enjoyed and the encouragement to take his rightful seat? No matter; she’d give him what he wanted.

“You know where you’re supposed to sit... here, so I can show you proper appreciation, kya ha ha.”

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                            & bravely, she follows her heart

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I’m gonna be honest; these next few days are going to be difficult for me. My activity will likely not be what it could be as a result. I love you all, and I hope that you all take care of yourselves. ♥

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Where do you go when you close your eyes?

SMILE

everyone you've ever known has an arm reaching out to grab ahold of you before you leave. each and every one of them is ice - cold -- it hurts to be loved so much. even now, you feel your mask slipping and hear yourself practically begging for it to stay in place. nobody is allowed to see you as anything other than what you think they should see. curiosity did kill the cat, after all.

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( totally anon ) Seeing you on my dash, with your dedication to Scarlet, makes me incredibly happy. You write her beautifully -- taking the canon and building on it, exploring delicately her motivations, her feelings; to you she isn't just the Villainess in the Crimson Dress, she's a living human being well-rounded and as tragic as she is dangerous. Thank you for doing that for her, and for being your wonderful self OOC as well

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You're the only Scarlet I've ever seen to take her so seriously and I love it

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absolute fuckin legend right here does scarlet a tonne of justice and writes like a pro

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I get very happy seeing you on my dash. We go back a bit and both of us have a habit of vanishing on each other. Still, in the end, we manage to find each other again and through the randomness, you always provide a smile and gentle nudges to keep me sane

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