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[turkleader]

FF7 remake. Tseng is so sexy. My insides!!!!!

[ooc] What? This ageless, ethereal being of nuanced complexities and conflict?

*Laughs softly* For all that I want to play it off as if it is nothing, I was stunned when I first saw him. And he is still so staggeringly beautiful to behold in the Remake... When I look at his face, when I watch the way his eyes and his face and his body speaks, in living, breathing high definition... *Shakes head* It’s unlike anything...

[turkleader]

I just wanted to say how nice it is to see someone absolutely gushing over their favorite character in this day and age like you do. I loved reading through your posts about Remake, your thoughts about Reeve and Tseng in particular. Seeing you gush about it really hits home with me and makes me nostalgic for a simpler time of fan websites and proboards. When fans simply were fans.

[ooc] *Smiles softly, warmth entering their eyes before they give a slow bow*

You are very kind, friend. Thank you for taking the time to share that with me. It’s a different experience-- the Remake-- before and after completing it, but that doesn’t change that my heart will lie with these characters--their struggles, their needs and dreams and failings--for the rest of my life. Some things... you just know will last forever. And this, for me, is eternal. ...as is my commitment to Tseng.

Please, feel free to wander here whenever you wish. And thank you for your words. You’re welcome to share them with me whenever you’d like to.

[turkleader]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread anon love, not hate! ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

Pauses and then inclines head gently, eyes falling shut with a sentiment left unvoiced but for the barest suggestion whispered within his words. “Thank you.”

[turkleader]

would you ever considered joining a group that so desperately needs a tseng?

[ooc] There are a lot of reasons why I’m tentative about doing this. My heart is in it. I want to say that first. Gaia, if it was like it was back in highschool, I would jump at the chance. But I have burdens from real life, and it makes me unreliable– worse than sporadic and inaccessible; I feel I would not do you the justice of being the Tseng a group deserves and needs. Far from father, brother, friend, leader– I would be little more than a chance storm, barely rumbling overhead before I was gone, only a few unsatisfactory drops left behind, making others bitter for better and more.

*Closes eyes* I wish I had the heart and time to dedicate to a group, to be their Tseng. But I can barely be my own.

…my plan is someday to be someone that can be there for people again. I have to work hard to get there.

…I do not want to make promises that I cannot keep. I do not want to be unaccountable, especially when I would be filling a role in a family. A group of Turks– no, a group of RPers– deserves those that will be there for them. Endless talks into late hours, heedless of time zones. A million threads started on a whim, the ideas too good to pass up without trying out. You deserve someone that will be there for you.

I am sorry. The only thing I can offer you is a door that I promise I will never close, an ear that will always listen– even if my voice is late in the reply, and a heart willing to share all of me I have to give. I cannot be the puzzle piece you are missing. Not right now.

But I can be a Tseng to you in every other way I can possibly manage. And I promise you: I will do my best.

[turkleader]

A smiling member of the Department of Administrative Research leaves coffee on Tseng's desk, in a brand new I-Take-Myself-Way-Too-Damn-Seriously mug!

He steps into the room, gliding smoothly around the edge, attention caught briefly out of the corner of an eye by a new object. His steps pause, the papers in hand forgotten on an open palm.

A smile tugs at the edge of his lips as he watches the still-curling tendrils of steam rise. “You son-of-behemoth,” he murmurs to the silent room.

[turkleader]

Humming a happy tune she plucked a flower from her basket and adorned the hair of the ebony haired Turk. "I've missed you." There was simple adoration in the way she looked into his eyes then turned, hand swinging her baggage mindlessly. "Where have you been?"

The grace of her touch trailed long after her deft fingers had left the strands of his hair, his body turning to her like the flower she’d adorned him with had once chased after the sun. She had cut across his mind like a cool wind stirred the dozing beast in its autumnal slumber, patient sol’s gaze broken by gentle, life-bringing hands. His lips parted in a voiceless breath before the words were given without veil.

“Through pain and darkness, through great loss, and found heavy shoulders still mine to bear.“ A soft, warm narrowing of his gaze. “I did not make the journey alone, this time.” He let his form ease slightly.

“I, too, am learning from your words– though they were not given me to hear.”

[turkleader]

You are so very lovely Tseng. I can't make myself articulate.

His gaze upon the cloaked figure betrays, but briefly, an intensity of emotion soon returned to a murmur in the shade of his eyes. He blinks softly and maintains his ease, though his words hold in them an underlying query. “You do not need to speak or act with a flourish or under a guise. Be yourself, with me as with anyone.“ He turned his head slightly away, eyes trailing off after the motion of his thoughts. “I have my flaws, same as anyone. There is no great perfection or beauty here. We are equals.”

[turkleader]

-Jumps into your lap- YOU'RE ALIVE!

A faint blink, catching the person by their upper arms, gazing down in upon them in muted consideration of their words. “…I am,” he acknowledges, voice quiet.

[turkleader]

My admiration for you knows no bounds.

A fading glance, grey skies in the gaze. “I am just a man.”

[turkleader]

You look like someone I know... have we met before?

"That, curious questioner, is always possible."

[turkleader]

Yo, How is ya day going? Asked the redhead somewhat moody. This was his way to cheer himself up, who knows had Tseng also a bad day or something hilarious to share with him.

The Turk Leader lifts his gaze, but only for a moment, in the midst of a complicated assimilation task, paperwork and what seemed haphazardly strewn folders spread out over his desk. “What is it, Reno?” came the words, a little tersely, as the Wutain’s eyes flickered up from a document all the way to his left, to the computer screen at his right hand.

A faint smile however soon showed, the initial dryness to his query easing as the other Turk’s mood remained consistent. His voice rumbled a little, in that quietly underlying way that reminded someone almost of a purr, rummaging and caught in the throat, and which rose in the Turk’s voice only when he was pleased by something, if even then.

"Lose yet another game to Rufus?" was the teasing addition that he let hang in the air.

[turkleader]

Are you and Rufus going to make out already!? :o

The Turk raises both brows, his lips quirking just the slightest to express his amusement.

"What makes you think we already haven’t?" came the low, almost coy, plying words.

[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]

You remind me of a leprechaun.

"Interesting," he comments thoughtfully. "You remind me of one I know as well."

[Artwork by たま.]

"I guess we have something in common." He smirks slightly.

[turkleader]

Sticks stubbornly his tongue out. "It doesn't make any sense yo! I'm his best friend, have to know the details~ gonna know if she is good enough for him." His voice sounds a little higher than normal. Sighs and nods. "Yeah the halloween Costumes sounds like fun Yo!" Leans enthusiastically at Tseng.

Tseng quirked a brow and turned his head to look at Reno, unruffled by the spontaneous closeness of the other Turk. “Good enough for him, or for you, Reno?” But the question would probably fly over the other’s head at this rate, because the red haired man was still leaning over towards him, and the attention was on the costumes now. The Turk leader sighed under his breath, his silver eyes remaining on that of his co-worker’s before he closed them and shook his head gently.

"I imagine you’re thrilled. As long as you don’t wind up pulling something along the lines of the one time Rufus declared it mandatory for us to dress up the day before," he says with a slight cringe, remembering the occasion all too well.

[Credit for the artwork goes to Tomuyu.]