We Are Connected

[silent_sacrifice]

Soulbonds are not the most common of things, and perhaps not always the most comforting. A few moments scratched out here or there while both parties are asleep, little more than impressions and echoes of conversation brought back into the waking world until meeting, and the frustration of knowing you must wait. Who knew how long one would have to wait to meet their other part, if waiting would ever be enough.

There was always a distance. A potential for the potential not being fulfilled. A longing that could not be properly expressed or fulfilled.

Perhaps it was that aspect that had drive Genesis to poetry and art so young. The particular frustration that came with a distant soulmate (literally and metaphorically) who was so dismissive of him had forced him to find other ways to express himself. And from there looking for other people expressing complex things in flowering language.

He knows what drove him into his current position, though. Well, metaphorically current position because he's certain he's in his bed asleep right now, because there was no other reason he would be here and now: sitting under a dumbapple tree in jeans and plaid, bathed in early evening sunlight, waiting. This, he knew, was a dream. One that his soulmate lingered in somewhere. Whether the old bat would choose to join Genesis in conversation or not tonight was an entirely different question.

Really, Genesis was certain that if they ever met, Angeal might punch the man, if only because of how many days he had to deal with Genesis bemoaning his frustrating bondmate.

"I know you are here. It's only ever this grove for me when you walk into my dreams."

At least this one he recognizes. When it is the other man's dream he strolls into the places are always so distant and so strange. Like nothing Genesis has seen on Gaia. Which is an intriguing mystery in and of itself every time he wakes, though he always remembers in the dreams there is a reason for that.

Because of course he would be cursed to a soul bond with someone not of his own planet.

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[unnecessaryflourishes]

It is not the first time Emet-Selch has found himself with a soulmate. It will likely not be the last. There are times, too, where he thinks it almost a cruelty, that he is asked to know someone with who his very soul resonates only to - inevitably - see them live and grow old long before their time. To see them die, as they all inevitably have. This latest is merely yet another of the same - or so he tries to convince himself, as he has all the times previous.

(Though the fact that at least he doesn't recognize one of the locations of their shared dreaming is something. A small glimmer of something he might almost consider intriguing, if only he let himself.)

Still, if nothing else, the fact that this particular soulmate seems to have managed to survive well enough on whatever unknown world he hails from is enough to prove him to be of some interest. Enough to, perhaps, warrant some measure of personal attention.

"Yes, yes. I'm here."

He doesn't look old, as he steps out from behind a building. But he never has, for all that he seems like he might well be one of those people who has very nearly been born old - in spirit, if not appearance. Though in fairness the half-slouch of his shoulders certainly doesn't help that impression.