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🆃🆂🅴🅽🅶 ([personal profile] beenhad) wrote in [community profile] insusurro2020-06-08 10:43 pm

turkpile 2020 — open









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detao: 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 (❪joy❫⦁𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛)

This was a gift, thank you!! c:

[personal profile] detao 2020-06-28 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps Tseng should have reflected more carefully on his first response to seeing the other man walk into his office. At first, it was as if he were looking at Reno, Rude, Elena, and even Veld would have likely extracted the same acknowledgment. Tseng's dark eyes met the familiar ones of his own, and instead of acknowledging the phenomenon of how it came to be he was sitting staring at himself walking into the room, Tseng sat as if this were expected. Much like the other Tseng had stated. I've been expecting you." However, because Tseng neglects to ride out the calm acquiescence of his double walking in on him, he flips the panic switch. His eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat. His heart skipped a beat. The mention of the stowed away liquid heat had Tseng's fingers on his left-hand twitch as if memory moved them to grasp for the bottle. The color drained from his face. "What have they done.." Genesis came to mind, the copies, the imperfection of his blood spreading across Gaia, forming creatures, monsters, and remnants of what he once was and perhaps all he dreamed of being. Then Lazard's face flashed through his mind before Angeal's disintegrating one did. However, Tseng was sure he would know if he took on the face of another, just as Lazard had chosen to do. He would know he was not Tseng, wouldn't he?

"What am I?" He barely murmurs, but he doesn't speak just of himself, but also the familiar self across the room: what are we?
detao: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 (❪joy❫⦁𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝)

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[personal profile] detao 2020-06-28 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Tseng watched as his other-self maneuvered through the room with a familiar gait, and how he spoke with an edge of assumption. He nearly felt as if he didn't belong in this seat; perhaps he didn't, and the dubious feeling etched a shadow across his face. In my absence? As if this man knew of him and his work endeavors. Necessary moves..? There was a solemn prickle to the back of his neck as he thought about disappointing the other; a conundrum in whether this means he's ultimately disappointing himself.

Tseng finally stood from the chair and exhaled with his ascent. He looked from his other-self, with a tight jaw, scanned over the provided information. His mouth felt dry, and his chest was tight. Despite his effort in comprehending the words he scrutinized, his mind kept returning to the fact that he was feet away from himself.

"You trust in me as if you know me.." He finally worked out, and his eyes returned to his other-self. He could barely concentrate outside this moment. However, despite his question, he felt the same affinity toward the other Tseng. He straightened, turned to face the double, then brought his hands up to his lapels to fix with leather-gloved fingertips. "I came from Kalm, before that .. It was Meteorfall. From which point in my life were you not absent in?"