[Fic] The Meaning of Life
Title: The Meaning of Life
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Zack/Cloud
Summary: I suppose we'll find out eventually.
We used to speak about the meaning of life together.
There, curled up underneath a seemingly paper-thin blanket to protect against the wind’s chill; the sky clear and the stars creating celestial swirls-like lingering dances or ripples frozen in water-in the sky, far away from Midgar’s glaring light. The mountain was usually forgiving at night. Cool, but not freezing, with only the fire for any source of light.
The meaning of life.... We never really came to conclusion, did we? It was usually left at “I suppose we’ll find out eventually.”
Eventually....
I liked being alone with you, Zack. Especially outside, in the wilderness, away from any sort of modern society that either of us knew. We both grew up in the suburbs. It was just... more natural to be outside, wasn’t it? Among the wind and trees and stars and with only the man in the moon and God as our witnesses. It was only there that you’d dare hold me in any way other than platonic and brotherly; where you’d take the my hands and press feather-light kisses to the palms, whispering words I couldn’t hear against my skin.
I’d ask you what life meant then, right? And you’d look up at me with those unnaturally blue-green eyes-glowing faintly in the dark-and smile. “Whatever you want it to mean.”
“I don’t know what I want it to mean.”
I didn’t. I don’t think I do even now. Does anyone? Did you? Or were you as clueless as me, drifting face-up and watching the days pass by as if you were floating down some slow-moving river, limbs paralyzed at your sides?
“Look in your heart. You’ll know.”
Cliché answer... but I liked it. It wrung true somewhere inside of me, your words slithering up my spine like cold water-sobering me up and allowing me to realize-
“I want to be with you....” I still remember your scent when I pressed my face to your chest-pine... and something sweet, like sap. Maybe it was just the wilderness clinging to your skin.
You’d laugh and stroke my hair, kissing the crown of my head. The meaning of life.... “I suppose we’ll find out eventually,” you’d say.
Eventually, huh? Did you ever reach ‘eventually’? Did your meaning hit you as you laid there on that cold, rocky cliff? Did you accomplish it, Zack? As the blood-all that blood....-left your body, as your life slipped between your fingers like water, did it finally hit you what life meant?
If so... why didn’t you tell me?
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Zack/Cloud
Summary: I suppose we'll find out eventually.
We used to speak about the meaning of life together.
There, curled up underneath a seemingly paper-thin blanket to protect against the wind’s chill; the sky clear and the stars creating celestial swirls-like lingering dances or ripples frozen in water-in the sky, far away from Midgar’s glaring light. The mountain was usually forgiving at night. Cool, but not freezing, with only the fire for any source of light.
The meaning of life.... We never really came to conclusion, did we? It was usually left at “I suppose we’ll find out eventually.”
Eventually....
I liked being alone with you, Zack. Especially outside, in the wilderness, away from any sort of modern society that either of us knew. We both grew up in the suburbs. It was just... more natural to be outside, wasn’t it? Among the wind and trees and stars and with only the man in the moon and God as our witnesses. It was only there that you’d dare hold me in any way other than platonic and brotherly; where you’d take the my hands and press feather-light kisses to the palms, whispering words I couldn’t hear against my skin.
I’d ask you what life meant then, right? And you’d look up at me with those unnaturally blue-green eyes-glowing faintly in the dark-and smile. “Whatever you want it to mean.”
“I don’t know what I want it to mean.”
I didn’t. I don’t think I do even now. Does anyone? Did you? Or were you as clueless as me, drifting face-up and watching the days pass by as if you were floating down some slow-moving river, limbs paralyzed at your sides?
“Look in your heart. You’ll know.”
Cliché answer... but I liked it. It wrung true somewhere inside of me, your words slithering up my spine like cold water-sobering me up and allowing me to realize-
“I want to be with you....” I still remember your scent when I pressed my face to your chest-pine... and something sweet, like sap. Maybe it was just the wilderness clinging to your skin.
You’d laugh and stroke my hair, kissing the crown of my head. The meaning of life.... “I suppose we’ll find out eventually,” you’d say.
Eventually, huh? Did you ever reach ‘eventually’? Did your meaning hit you as you laid there on that cold, rocky cliff? Did you accomplish it, Zack? As the blood-all that blood....-left your body, as your life slipped between your fingers like water, did it finally hit you what life meant?
If so... why didn’t you tell me?