#.obcgenesis

[turkleader]

so then if you could, what would you do to Gen~? and don't play naive...

He smiles faintly. “A Turk playing naive,” he muses playfully. “Now that’s a new concept.” He chuckles and then, gazing to the time, gets up from behind his desk to shut off the overhead lights, leaving only his desk lamp on.

"I would like to get to know him first," he says thoughtfully. "I know enough about the man from my perceptions to get by, but should our interacts have any basis for lasting longer than a mild conversation, then I… would need to spend more time with him. It is not so much the way I’ll react to him that I’m concerned about, but more so, whether or not he’ll let himself grow used to me, and eventually comfortable in my presence. I am, after all, a Turk—and one of significant rank and doings within Shin-Ra."

He returns to his seat and sits down comfortably, leaning back to relax, his mind stirring as his eyes trail the ceiling.

"Perhaps I should ask him about Loveless. I never took an interest in the play, and know nothing of it save that it is a play.” He laughs softly. “Unusual, isn’t it? That a man who brokers and deals in information to usurp his opponents and enemies knows little to nothing about the very motivating factor that drives a great deal of Genesis’s being.” He pauses and considers the situation thoughtfully. “Perhaps his teaching me the play, its nuances, its subtle meanings and bold proclamations would be the bridge to the gap that resides between us, gasping chasm renting our understandings apart.”

He smiles quietly, eyelids lowering in faint pleasure. “Yes, I could see that working. The rest, I will learn if I’m only allowed to stay near him. It will come, in time.”

He lets out a soft breath and rests his head against the high back of his office chair, the smile still just barely there. “The rest that comes will develop of its own accord. What would I do to Genesis, you asked me?” He laughs curtly, quietly. “I will do whatever I feel is natural, and whatever feels comfortable. I have instincts that will take over well enough for me, should it come to the point of intimacy. And if a man with as delicate a nature as Genesis was to allow me within the realm of his privacy, and his thoughts; if he was to give me permission to step into the deepest circles of his world; then, and only then, would I let the smallest part of what I could offer intimately be given.

"I… have no desire to rush," he says, eyes blinking slowly as the late hour faintly begins to mark its effects upon the man. "To merely touch someone, as quietly as the gentle squeeze of a hand, the caress of cheek or brow, the full, unyielding and patient duration of a tight embrace that lasts longer than its several seconds’ worth… these things are the roots of all love, the first and smallest connections.

"To me, the mile marker, the greatest achievement I could ever access, far superior to any other expression of love I could make, has always been…" He pauses softly, raising a hand, slightly curled fingers, to his lips, merely ghosting them with the form before settling his hand down once more. "…a kiss.

"A single kiss, any kind, any place, any day… has always meant more to me than the more physical of other actions, or the deepest of words. A kiss is… for me… the ultimate representation of devotion, and love."

He softly lets his eyes fall shut and sighs softly after a long moment of silence, not turning to words too swiftly even then. At last, his eyes still shuttered, he lets out another breath and then, begins to speak.

"I can imagine many things, dear questioner, that I would do potentially both with and to Genesis.” His eyes open. “Many, many things lie in my experience. But for now, I’d like to just talk to the man, if I could.” He smiles warmly, his gaze more than a little weary, if happy, as it turns on his guest. “As it is, even if you wanted specifics, I couldn’t give them to you unless I knew what Genesis’s actions and reactions, his asks and expectations were first. How can I answer what I would ‘do’ if I don’t know the very mood or desire of my partner in this?”

Almost too subtly, the Wutain man winks, and turns his attention on his computer as he sits up and turns his chair around slightly. Swiftly, he shuts down the machine and proceeds to wave the speaker on. “You may continue with this line of questioning. It’s pleasant to entertain, I must admit. However, the night draws on into day, and I would rather rise with the sun than miss its coming for my prolonged slumber. I hope to hear from you again soon, my questioner.”

[turkleader]

because you're both quiet and thoughtful and unsurpassable professionals in your fields and you seem dedicated and devoted and faithful enough to be able to actually maintain a relationship with him and love him as much as he deserves. and I really don't see anyone else who would stay up with him all night just sitting up in bed to hug him and quiet him and comfort him and tell him everything would be okay when he wakes up with nightmares about Deepground or whatnot.

The Turk leader seems to still at your words, his gaze settling on you with more than simple intrigue. True consideration is in the silver irises that rest upon yours, locked, riveted to your eyes. An openness about them; the smoothness of his countenance, no flaw to the brows or turn to the mouth to mar the ease with which silence rests in the face whispers his quiet disposition.

Almost too suddenly after the absence of motion, the Turk’s eyelids lower, his gaze flickering downwards, a fluttered blink the voiceless expression of his thoughts awakening after the words of his speaker.

His voice parts the silence like pale curtains.

"Maybe you speak the truth," he acknowledged quietly. "Perhaps I’m one of the few… still able or willing to stand in the depths and brave the torrents that haven’t ebbed… even long after the demise of all that was supposed to have caused us these pains."

His eyes shifted, to and fro slowly, steadily, grazing the surfaced edge of the desk, remaining downward cast.

"But, I too… have failed many times, to save those who I counted as the most important to me. A heart willing, a desire pure, a grace founded in trust, and the relentless love that continuously ensue within a person… they are worth only so much if they are not represented, or… unaccepted."

Silently he lifts his gaze, but it turns to the windowsill, almost as though considering a new strain of thought. “Even should I come forth and persistently, patiently stand by his side, corroding boundaries until they eventually fell away and allowed me within… to merely enter, even to ask to enter, can at times… shatter the very person we are attempting to care for.” His eyes trail over the skyline outside the window, his eyelids low and brows fallen, knit loosely. Within his gaze, vague, hued pain and a complexion of thoughts dwell almost perceptibly.

"We co-existed, shared our parallels by necessity, dictated ultimately by Shin-Ra and our own choices within the webs we had individually entered. We were the barest of acquaintances. For all that I am aware, he knew of me only as another Suit, another body intent on the capture of himself… and elimination of his free will." His words slow and crisp, his eyes were hard, and yet… a soft shudder tore through him, nigh on imperceptible. "…our lives before then were like passing shadows in the dark."

He sighed softly then, abruptly, and hung his head for the briefest of moments. His eyes shut with the motion and then he lifted his gaze, returned it back to his speaker. “I am just one man. I can only do so much. I do not know if my presence, my concern, or my aid will be welcomed by him if I do try. …it is as much his choice to receive… as it is mine to give. If I am refused… what help could I give him until he chose to give me the chance?”

The Turk closed his eyes in quiet acknowledgement of the issues before him, but said nothing for a long span. “The question begins to be… when does it become my place to step into someone’s life?” His eyes flicker half-open slowly, and his gaze rests on the various articles of paperwork organized atop his desk. “People are not so easy to ascertain and understand, and they’re even harder to work with. They’re a completely separate and free entity, with a world of feelings and complications unlike that of the only one I, or any other person, can say they know: my own.”

He lifts his eyes to his speaker’s.

"People are never easy."

[turkleader]

okay, fine, I'll admit it, I ship you two so hard.

The Turk leader smiled faintly, a sheepish feel to the expression as his brows lifted and knit gently. He closed his eyes and shook his head, resting his hand down atop his desk. But there was neither disdain, nor anger in the Wutain’s countenance. All that happened… was the small release of a sigh, and then the refocusing of his sharp, silver eyes on his speaker.

"It’s not nearly as great a surprise as you might think," he replied, laughing softly at the thought. "It’s a curious thing to hear, nonetheless." He lifted his brows faintly. "I’m a bit bewildered however. Why would this relationship be the one you’ve chosen? Is there any particular reason for it?"

His gaze was settled on his questioner, the one who had begun the irregular train of thought. Whether or not he approved was not the point. It was a matter of understanding someone who had engaged him in a topic of unusual interest, and whose thoughts were provoking enough to warrant his own consideration. The ebon-haired man felt a slight smile touch his countenance. “Whether you’ve realized this or not, I’m quite enjoying this conversation.”

[turkleader]

that's a fair answer. if a relationship isn't right, would you consider sex with Genesis?

The Turks gazes at you in consideration for a moment before lowering his eyes to the desk and then slowly closing them, his head shaking just the slightest. “Unfortunately, I am not that type of man, regardless the physical appeal of the potential partner.” He opens his eyes and lifts his gaze to you once more, their depths steady and resolute. “Even if the relationship that existed between the two of us was considerably lack-luster or strained, I couldn’t imagine having sex with someone purely for the action itself.

"Sex is in many ways a connecting force in its own right, I admit that. And even I have had the experience of keeping a lover. But there is the differentiation: I would rather be with a person I have loved or at least decided to share my life and time with, than to take a man, or woman, I barely know for the sole fact that he or she is attractive."

After this, he leans back in his seat, considering the question posed for him a little longer.

"Sex for some is an action committed to fulfill a need. In my own experience, that need has never been so clear-cut or simple as to be purely physical. It’s emotional on one level, but it’s an exchange of trust, and a breaching of tightly held defenses. To have sex with someone is not merely opening your personal space up to them, but to put yourself in a position of vulnerability and direct, irrefutable connection." His gaze shifts back to the speaker. "Why would I want to throw that effortlessly to someone who I don’t know will appreciate it, care in any regard, or even potentially take advantage of it, and thereby, myself?

"Perhaps it’s a Turk’s manner of thinking. Perhaps some will take it as a sign of weakness. Perhaps, some will even blame it on my being Wutain," he suggests and then closes his eyes, shaking his head clearly and slowly once more. "If they’re not interested in myself as a thinking, dreaming, desiring creature… who does not need fleeting interests, but longer fulfillments… then I couldn’t entertain the idea.

"Besides…" His eyes open halfway, and his gaze rests steadily on the speaker’s. "Why would I want to give someone myself so shallowly? I’d rather they let me give them all that I am, and then decide whether they wanted to keep me, every vice and burden, every peeve and habit: a whole, and not just a fragment.

"People are broken enough in this world, and especially in this company." He lets his glance fall away to gaze around the office as though in self-explanation of his sentiment. "What most of us need is someone whole and steady to hold on to as we all try to get through. Throwing them a stick won’t help keep them afloat when what they need is a raft. No matter how many sticks you throw them… they’ll never hold up a human’s weight in the ocean."

Gently, he lifts a hand and lets the curled fingers rest against his cheek as he turns his gaze on the window, his eyes brushing over the flowerpot there. “…I’ve seen enough people drown to let myself give anything but my all.

"To clinch things, I will say this: I’d rather ‘make love’ to someone, with all my being and theirs, even if they were my last and only… than to ‘have sex’ with anyone." Softly, he turns his gaze back to yours, his silver eyes clear and unassuming. "If you’d like to keep asking me about this, you’re more than welcome to. Your line of questioning is intriguing, to say the least."

[turkleader]

would you seriously consider a relationship with Genesis?

He gazes up at the questioner with a curious light in his eyes, his gaze steady and shimmering within the silver irises. After a pause, mostly due to the unexpectedness of the proposed thought, he answers easily, openly and without a trace of hesitance or reserve. “I would seriously consider a relationship with anyone.”

As though knowing this answer would need further explanation, he leaves aside the paperwork he had been working on and turns his body, and attention, wholly upon the speaker, inviting them to sit down with a light gesture before continuing. “One of the things that I stand and live by personally, especially when it comes to people I normally don’t know well or interact with frequently, if at all, is that there is potential for a connection between any two people, regardless of who they are, what their differences, and any other menial details concerning their interactions between and with one another.” After a moment, he looks up at you and smiles.

"Do I believe that I could work better with some people over others? Yes I do. But that could be simply because I haven’t yet seen or thought about a way that I could possibly wind up in a more intimate relationship with another person that is perhaps not as obviously compatible with my habits, my personality, and other small and large things both. However, given the right situation, and the right insight into each other, who’s to say there is no potential for a relationship in the smallest chance meeting?"

He closes his eyes, chuckling. “Mind, I have a feeling some relationships will take far more effort and pain than either myself or the other would care to go through to get to that point.” He opens his eyes and smiles thoughtfully, casting his gaze to the flower at his window as he let his eyes and internal musings settle there for a few moments. “…who I personally have an affinity to, and feelings for as well, is another aspect to be taken into consideration. Whether or not it will work out, well….” He trails off and closes his eyes again, smiling softly and then finally returning his gaze to the speaker. “That’s based also on the person I end up developing feelings for, and what those feelings in relation to them are.”

He straightened then and the look upon his face was one of gentle consideration and patience. “I am not certain if I know whether or not I’d enjoy a relationship with Genesis. He… would not have been my first choice, especially as a man.” He smiles warmly, a play of humor touching his eyes as a subtle glimmer. “Nonetheless, perhaps if we interacted more, if I was able to learn to understand him and vice versa, I would know this better.” He dips his head gently. “In the end, I want to give every person a fair chance. Without judging, without hurting them if possible, just to learn… who they are.

"I feel if I receive the chance to do that… then whatever else comes between us… will come naturally." Softly, he lifts his eyes to yours and his smile, faint but present, touches his face like the softest glow of sunshine.