#rip tseng

[fcragil]

@noirtux : your second pseudo soldier bf is being a real pain in the ass, u should choose your men better

aerith vc : oh really ? i should choose better , like who ? you ? no thank you . at least he tries , better than someone who turned me over to the enemy . 

[reapersxfolly]

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[tsengofshinra]

kinks: aerith in leather, with a whip :) - not greatestgospel

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

[tsengofshinra]

Tseng had left as soon as he could. The doctors had pressed him to stay until he was stronger, until he could move without becoming short of breath. He had refused, and they were trying to confine him to desk work for it. But all that time spent locked away with the dying and the dead, and wondering when it was going to come to him next, he couldn't stay in that place anymore. It felt like hundreds of dead eyes were watching him. Wondering why he hadn't been one to die, having been in nearly from the beginning. The simple distance from his car to his apartment, much less the first trek up the tower to his office, left him breathless and panting. Others had scars covering their bodies, but he remained the same. It was in his lungs. Likely, it would become easier to breathe again over time, but he was never going to have the same condition as before this. It was going to render work difficult. But at least he was still alive, when so few had survived. Why was he still alive when better people had died? Why was he still alive when someone he cared for had lost her mother? Devil's luck, he supposed. The city was still recovering, but it looked more alive than it had the last time he had seen it in person. The tower stood tall in the skyline, the slums were drained and being cleaned. There were still so many homeless, and they had found their way to the church. He had stared at it for some time, wondering if he should go in. If he should call someone else to watch over her from now on. No. He couldn't. For many reasons, most of them selfish, he pushed through the door and stood to the back, watching her work tirelessly to help everyone. She needed something to herself. ShinRa was holding a ball. It would help restore their image, after all this. If he had to go, perhaps - no. Zack would be asking her, no doubt, or Strife. Someone would find the courage to enchant her night and sweep her off her feet. A courage he was certain he did not have. "I apologize." He had finally said it, one night after returning. Standing behind a pillar, watching the moon drift through to light the church, Aerith darting between the beams of it only to pause. His eyes lowered to the floor, spine set straight. I should have done more. I should have helped her sooner. It's my fault you lost your mother. How can you look at me, how can you be near me? If I had only - There were few Tseng would ever allow close enough to embrace, and Aerith stood at the top of the list. When she wound him in her arms, he didn't fight. Didn't tense or push back as he would with anyone else. Arms hung at his side awkwardly for a moment, before they lifted, hesitating and then coming to rest on her back. He held on because it all felt easier for a moment. There weren't investigations to lead or executives to protect or threats to monitor, and the overwhelming weight of guilt somehow seemed lessened. If he had been more open, if he hadn't been a Turk, he would have broken there, in her arms. But no, this was not the time, and it was not her place to care for him. The opposite, he reminded himself, and this embrace was for her comfort far more than his own. He leaned his head down, catching the smell of flowers that surrounded her. The city was still breathing. After everything, it was rising up and facing things stronger than ever. He would have to do the same.