#commander tseng

[roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers]

@commander-tseng is an awesome partner and an even greater person. I just seriously want to wish her the best in life because she deserves nothing less.

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

If you had told him he would be seeing a figure draped in red pass by his vision again he would have decked you across the face. As it was.. seeing who passed by him and with not so much as a glance had him bolting forward and tackling the man. "Where the hell you been!"

Genesis wasn’t sure what he had been expecting coming back, perhaps that everyone would have vanished, perhaps that his old life would have withered away and he would be left to pick at the corpses before figuring out where he needed to go, what he knew he had not been expecting, however, was the turk that projected himself at Gen with such force that it knocked him off balance for a moment.

He blinked before closing his arms around Tseng and curling against the man. “I, you won’t ever believe me.”

[wanna-be-a-hero-blog]

Moonlight Wandering

Walking the streets of Modeoheim, Zack could so easily feel the familiarity within its snow-covered terrain, but his brain could only conjure up pieces, snippets of when he'd been there before. It'd been years since he'd last seen it, though under normal circumstances, he could remember those times... Years back, considering just what occurred there he avoided those memories. But as it was... he would give anything to understand what caused his chest to ache; how the mere sight of those buildings had his heart racing. For now... he simply couldn't.

There was a long road ahead for him, and he kenw it. Though giving up was something he would not allow.

In reality, he'd been just outside the small town for nearly five years. Most of the time spent in that base; however... was fuzzy for the fomer SOLDIER. Just the past year his mind managed to hold its own, and so his functions were basically what they once were. Enough for the group who'd rescued him, to release him and feel comfortable doing it. For the most part... things still concerned them with former. It was true... he had hardly anything from his past to go off of, but there was enough of it to lead him forward, to find answers and recall just who he was. The friends he so often dreamt of, they were his goal.

 They would be the ones to get him through this, to help him understand his purpose once more.

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

commander-tseng replied to your photo “My Tumblr Crushes: athanasiusnodachi specimen-s generalofsoldier...”

Your Turk isn't on there.. he's sad now

[My turk isn't a crush, he also hasn't been around much]

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

zzz

It was one of those rare days when Genesis had came home pass out tired. He had his arms tangled around the pillow. Asleep before Tseng had even came into the room. His eyes were closed and his breathing leveled but words were still passing his lips. "I love you." He muttered digging his head into the pillow that carried his lovers scent. "Don't ever leave. I can't take you leaving." He whimpered.

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

*purrs happily* hello there beautiful.

"It's been a while since you have just came to visit me. What is the occasion?" He asked looking up with a small smile.

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

[Playing Aion on the fast track server. Anyone want to play?]

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

✿

15: last kiss

[Tseng, our characters are cursed. Just saying. They are flat out cursed to be tragic.]

Dark eyes stared blankly out over the ground, the roads leading to nowhere and paths that mattered to no one. Every road they had followed was nearing its end, no more paths stretching out to nowhere to follow. For as long as they could the Turk’s had kept ShinRa off the trail. Hiding their leaders trail, giving him all the time that he needed to get out. It was all they were able to do for him now. Everything had happened so suddenly, so instantly, that the ex-Turk still sure what to believe. 

There was one thing that he could believe in though. Looking back he saw the faint outline of the person he had given up everything for. Standing in the shadows, no longer garbed in the striking red that had been iconic to him for so many years. He was simple, a ghost of whom he had once been. They both were. Everything they had was left, everyone they loved forgotten. They only had one another.

ShinRa had forced them to this. They had pushed and pushed, until both were standing on the edge. Genesis had continued to get worse. His illness was still spreading. Bright hair was dinged to a dying white, his once silk skin broken apart by bleeding scars. It was painful, for both the dying soldier and the man forced to watch him break apart. 

The only thing Tseng had been able to do was to kiss the pain away. Every night before they fell to sleep as the pain had drew near unbearable Tseng did the same thing. He would take the poet in his arms; whispering to him words of promise and comfort. Promising the poet that he would not leave, promising to always be there for him. No matter what happened and right before the pain would force the ex-SOLDIER to sleep Tseng would kiss him lightly and bid him goodnight.

Each morning the turk held his breath to see those bright eyes once more. Just one more day. It was all he kept asking for, every time he promised something, he offered up everything for just one more day to hold his lover tight and hear that sweet voice again. He was out of things to give though, and he knew that his love was out of strength to fight.

When he knew that ShinRa was growing closer and that they were unable to run he thought that maybe, just maybe it was the greatest blessing that Leviathan could grant them. To end this tormenting pain for both of them.

Genesis had at some point moved over to Tseng and wrapped his arms around him. He was cold, as he always seemed to be now. There was not enough energy in his body to power the materia that had once heated the soldier. Shutting his eyes he clung to the turk. He didn’t speak as they saw the sun setting on the open roads before them.

Neither of them had the strength to go on anymore, to continue to fight this losing battle, not with all they had already lost. Not with what was sure to be lost in the end. Looking back Tseng smiled just slightly, brushing away the mixture of white and auburn-ish hair, his fingers trailing over the still smooth skin of his loves face. “Are you tired?” He whispered.

Without a word Genesis pulled him closer, most of his strength gone. He knew that he was at his end. Running and hiding from the only people who may have had a cure promised that he would meet his end on this forgotten land. It was fitting in a way, for him to take his last breath with no one but Tseng to see. 

He wasn’t afraid to die, not anymore. Anything was better than the pain that he was going through. Every night he fell asleep he heard the calls of someone, the beckoning of something else, and every night he fought it off just to see the dark eyes he was so addicted to just one last time.

It was his chant, the only reason he kept trying. His promise to the goddess. If she would give him just one more day to see those dark eyes then tomorrow for sure, he would come with her. Each day though his addiction grew and each day he just needed one more day.

With a smile Genesis nodded his head. Talking had become so hard. Each word painful as it escaped through his decaying vocal cords. With the conformation Tseng lead them over to one of the few remaining trees along this forgotten land and sat down.

Watching as Genesis struggled to lower himself. He didn’t move to help, if there was one thing that hadn’t changed, it was the pride that burned in those bright mako orbs.

Once he was down though Genesis curled up near his lover, lying against him so that his head rested on Tseng’s chest. Listening to the time of the heartbeat, comparing it to his own. Already he could hear the difference. His was slower, irregular, dying.

Lifting his head though he smiled as Tseng started their nightly routine of whispering loving words but a hand pressing against his lips stopped him. “Tonight… may I?” Genesis asked, his voice, though so quiet, still held the same beautiful poetic quality that had entranced Tseng so long ago.

Tseng nodded his head. “Of course.”  It was past the ability of the turk to deny his love anything. Not anymore. With slightly closed eyes Genesis made a low sound that would have once been called a purr. “When the war of the beast-“ Even that much, that one bit of line, was painful to hear. A poem once spoken with such pride, such grandeur had been diluted to a gritty whisper. “brings about worlds end. The goddess descends from the sky.”

Arms closed a bit tighter around Genesis as the poet quoted a book that had been all but forgotten. “Wings of light and dark spread afar-“ How many times had Tseng wanted to hear Genesis say these words. To go back to the days before their world was turning gray, and hear those passions filled verses. “She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.” Now though, uttering from chapped lips, a listless glaze to once vibrant eyes. It took all the joy from the memory evoking words.  “We seek it thus and take to the sky.” It was curious why Genesis had decided to put himself through so much pain and speak out these words again.

It was memories they could never return to. “Ripples form on the water’s surface. The wandering soul knows no rest.” Barely through a verse and the poet could already feel the pressure against his throat. His body was not able to do it anymore. He wasn’t able to do this anymore. “There is no hate, only joy.” It was said to him before, that addiction would be his end. Never had he thought it would be an addiction to eyes as dark as a pure night sky that would bring about his end. “For you are beloved by the goddess.” He clung tighter. Oh how he wanted to let go, but instead he just kept fighting. Hoping, praying,  just one more day.

“Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.” But there was no one more days to be had. Even as the words left his lips, he could feel the thumping of his heart, hollow and loud against the silence. “Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul” but it was quiet, slow, deliberate and more than anything dying. There was no way to fix this. There was no spell, no hope, no prayers that would make tomorrow come for the almost dead SOLDIER. “Pride is lost.”

Slowly but surely the edges of his vision were turning black. He already could not see real shapes. “Wings are stripped away-“ Just blurred outlines of what he knew was there. “-the end is nigh” On that word his voice cracked. Painfully clear against the low tones of his words. It wasn’t because of pain. It was because of the truth that echoed in those hollow verses. The end was almost here.

“My friend do you fly away now?” His hands were latched onto Tseng. Fear ebbing at his heart as he thought about what would Tseng do… once he was gone. Would he find a way to go back to Wutai? “To a world that abhors you and I?” To ShinRa? “All that awaits you-“ Tseng brushed away the bleached out locks, seeing the moisture hanging to his lovers eyes. How painful this must be for him. “Is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow.”  When Genesis’s voice cracked again and wet coughs shook his body dark eyes grew concerned.

“Genesis… please don’t push yourself.” He tried to reassure. He saw it though. That look of determination that had always been one of the most annoying and most endearing traits of the crimson soldier. “My friend, your desire.” He continued once the coughed had subsided.  Every word had a hint of finality to it. It was like he was being brought back full circle. Everything that he was, everything he had ever wanted, had once been tied to the predictions in these words. “Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.” Now it was his turn to complete the words. To bring about the end to this suffering. His eyes glanced up, seeing the outline of the face he loved so deeply.

He couldn’t see the eyes anymore. Just dark orbs, etched into a blurred face like dark holes that he wanted to be sucked up in. “Even if the morrow is barren of promises-“ The steady beat of the Turk’s heart under his hand was the only thing that was giving the poet a sense of life. His body… was giving up. “Nothing shall forestall my return.” Another choke. This one because he knew. He knew these words were lies. Oh how much he wished that it wasn’t.

A very faint smile. “My friend, the fates are cruel.” He muttered, his heart thumping slower, and slower. Oh and Tseng could hear it. As much as he wanted to listen to Genesis, who was speaking more in this moment than he had for months prior, that slowing heartbeat had all his attention. The hicks in the breath, the breaks in his pulse, there wouldn’t be any more promises it seemed. “There are no dreams, no honor remains.” The words were mocking them. That is all there was to it. All the dreams they had built together. Always making the most out of the days they had for fear of there not being a next. “The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.”

It was a darkness that they couldn’t escape, a truth that they had been running from that had finally trapped them in its shadows. “My soul corrupted by vengeance.” There wasn’t a single cell in Tseng’s body that didn’t wish he could take every ounce, every single bit of pain away from his lover. Endure it all himself. Watch on his own deathbed as Genesis cried over him, before going on to live a full and happy life. The fates were cruel. “Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey.”

This twist of fate was making the turk break the one promise he had made. The one he held above all others. That he would have done anything to fulfill. “In my own salvation-“ His promise that he was going to save the dying poet. It had been his word. His one wish, how had it been so broken apart. Twisted into a joke that was being thrown back at him as he watched the only love he ever wanted crumble away in his arms. “and your eternal slumber.”

The ex-Turk wanted to scream at his lover. Tell him to stop talking. To stop punishing himself with these words. Stopped forcing himself to talk as blood trickled from his lips and pain stiffened his body. Tell Genesis to stop speaking about this tale, this fate inspired master pieces that taunted all those it touched. “Ledged shall speak of sacrifice at world’s end.” He wouldn’t though because this could be the last time. “The wind-“ The last time he heard these verses “sails over the water’s surface” the last time he heard this voice, “Quietly-“ The last time he heard his Genesis. “but surely.”

For a moment Tseng began to lean down. Wanting to steal the kiss he took every night. The last thing he wanted his love to see before closing his eyes, for fear that they wouldn’t open again. However it didn’t end. “Even if the morrow is barren of promises.” Tseng’s heart plummeted. Was his Genesis so far gone, that he couldn’t even remember the verse of his poem. That he was repeating himself? “Nothing shall forestall my return.”

Blue eyes were gone. Dulled to the point they may as well have been gray. He couldn’t see, couldn’t breath, each word was forced through broken lips to make the last of his mind reach the one he cherished above all others. “To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, and the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.”  It was with those words that the poet smiled. One hand reaching up and capturing a small handful of black hair. “I finished it. Everything… . has come full circle.” He whispered, able to feel the tears falling on his own skin.

Tseng had given up holding back the tears. This was it. As much as he knew it was coming… this was really it. There wasn’t going to be a tomorrow. The heartbeat under his hand was all but gone and his love had finished the one thing that had remained unfinished all their lives. The questions, the mysteries, it was all to be ended. Looking into the void of death his love had found the answers.

Leaning down Tseng pressed his lips against Genesis. Holding them there as the affection was returned for the last time. Tears shed between them making the kiss taste of salt. When he pulled away the words tumbled from his lips as shaking arms clutched the SOLDIER to him. “I love you. Don’t you forget that. I will always be with you.” Those simple words, ushered from Genesis… overtook the flood of things being said by Tseng and with that, those bright eyes, for so long vibrant with love and passion, closed.

The heartbeat was gone, breath escaping in one very deep exhale. The tears didn’t slow. The arms didn’t weaken. Holding the body, just like he would have held his lover. “I love you to.” He whispered.

When morning came, there was no movement. A stillness over took the valley. Two bodies were twined together. Both with deep wounds, gunshot that had ended the life of both the men. Or so their attackers had believed. Tseng had saw them coming. Had only contemplated a moment about running, but his arms… filled with the cold weight of the only person he really lived for had made the choice easy. He had simply smiled. Closing his eyes and clutching tighter to his love the last words whispered in Wutaian so no one else could hear.’See you soon.’