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Author's Note: Prompt 8 is "dress." Where's prompt 7? I separated it from the other ficlets in Nonsensical Nuances because, by my standards, it was too long to qualify as a ficlet. I posted it as a one-shot entitled "Quality Television." Prompt 7 is "broadcast" and the one-shot involves Dorothy getting Relena to say various embarassing things during live television appearances. Of course, Heero's there for moral support. I'd really appreciate it if you'd read and review. Generally, I'm enjoying the loose continuity within NN so I may write non-prompt related one-shots within the same universe soon. Hoping you're enjoying my happy semi-canon compliant universe as well. :)

Nonsensical Nuances
by mistress amethyst une

Destiny's Dress

"Heero, if you don't help me pick out a dress for Dorothy's gala, I'm going naked," blurted Relena, her exasperation apparent.

She stood in her bathrobe, glaring at Heero as he sat on her bed, already in his suit.

"Is that a promise?" he asked, adjusting his tie. She always made it too tight.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"Last I heard, you didn't want other men giving me dirty looks."

He shrugged. "So I'll blind anyone who gives you the eye."

"Dorothy included?"

"I don't have a death wish."

"Then help me pick a dress."

"Can't you wear that blue one?"

She immediately knew what dress he was talking about. Over the course of her short lifetime, she had owned but one blue dress and sworn never to wear another upon its destruction.

"From ten years ago? Are you joking?"

"Why not? Didn't you have it repaired?"

"I threw it out."

He seemed disappointed. "That's a pity."

"Besides, that style's long been out of fashion. Women nowadays- Well, they put a lot more on display."

"As long as it's you, I'll be looking. Anything's fine with me."

"Sweet talk is not going to buy you out of this decision, Heero."

"How about you and I skip the gala and have a party of our own? One where you can go naked and I won't have to blind anybody."

"If that party's in your pants, no."

"I won't be wearing pants."

"Double no."

"Just wear that sexy red thing you wore to dinner last month."

"Dorothy's already seen me in it."

"So have I. I want to see you in it again."

"You really don't get it, do you?"

He shrugged. "Wish you'd kept that dress."

She sighed. "The dress I wore when you first aimed a gun at me? How romantic."

"The safety was on."

She raised an eyebrow. "And you're telling me this now?"

"It's not something you tell a girl you're trying to scare off. Besides, I really liked that dress. You used it to patch me up."

"Before you tried to kill yourself!"

"We were young and foolish."

"More foolish than most."

She retreated to her walk-in closet, smiling to herself.

"Like I'd ever really throw it away," she thought. The torn blue dress rested somewhere Heero would never find it, nestled in a hat box at the heart of her closet. Defeated by his lack of interest in her clothing choices, she opted for a simple strapless black dress. Safe choice.

She stepped out to ask his opinion and saw him hastily stuffing something back into his coat pocket.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. You're beautiful. Meet you downstairs."

"Sure," she replied, ignoring her confusion.

Was it just her imagination or had he been playing with torn blue fabric?

Prompt 8 accomplished. It's actually Ficlet 7 since Prompt 7 was One-shot 1 but I don't want to bother with complex numbering.