It must come sometime soon...[ACTIVE/CLOSED]
Characters: Genesis & Semeroth Sephiroth mainly. Ask if it involves your char.
Content: Genesis and Sephiroth finally get the chance to exchange familiarity and words.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time of Day: Near midnight
Warnings: ...eh. Gen's a little out of it, so it depends.
“ho…tel…hotel…”
Distracted and dilated eyes akin to twin black disks, trailed lazily from streetlamp to streetlamp through an old-fashioned window glass, Genesis himself stumbling lightly before leaning heavily against the dusty still of the room, half waiting and half trying to gather his scattered thoughts together.
The last couple of days, admittedly, were quite unsteady for his likes - lackluster even. Occupancies and hardships drove him briskly from one location to another, but at least he had gotten himself more familiar to the harsh environment of the city and its branching maze-like trails of destruction (which would have undoubtedly gotten him lost should he have not met Sephiroth earlier). His stay in the city-wide purgatory was overall constrained, yet calm and - for the most past - peaceful. Sharp teeth and crimson eyes pointedly reminded Genesis of his first encounter with a monumental threat; a threat in which Sephiroth was all too calm towards…the deniable ring of the word ‘father’ echoed along the lines of his recollection, though he paid no mind to it. Vincent…
Clenching his jaw for a moment, he eased again to a calm demeanor, forcing himself to stray away from the man’s topic, let alone his name.
Alcohol also had its respectful place. It had a strange, yet soothing way of consoling and helping him get to sleep during worrisome nights. Especially on such night as now, where the elements of his past would be played by a subterfuge of hushed words and emotionless masks. Genesis smiled inwardly to the sharp hitch of his diaphragm, which reminded him lightly of how much he was to the point with bottles lately. Their encounter would be most interesting.
Despite having to wait out his days, looking for an opportune moment to speak openly to Sephiroth - he had thankfully managed to nab a little time off, where the both of them would be free enough to spare a few words to one another - the past and present being two important factors Genesis was planning to challenge. He felt he was ready as ever, and possibly a little gratified.
But waiting was not something Genesis had in mind right now.
An umpteenth sigh was let out to that thought, a light scowl working to Genesis’ normally neutral expression as he crossed his arms, eyes drifting closed for a moment to relieve the length of night’s fatigue. Even if he wanted to worry about they had to talk about, he was slightly unfocused and lacking what he would call a reliable attention span.
The culprit? Genesis slowly slid his eyes to fix on an abandoned, half-consumed phial of vodka gripped lightly in his hand, its colorless liquid gleaming enticingly in the nightly lights, possibly to sucker him into downing the rest of its sickeningly sweet contents.
It wouldn’t do him in enough, compared to the rum he had indulged on earlier, just for the sake of drinking.
He gave off a light snort at nothing in particular, securing his hand around the small bottle to hide it and obscure the fact that he’d been drinking. He didn't feel too hazed. Not at all.