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Who: Zack Fair (neverwinged) and Shera Highwind (ongroundedwings), open to Cid Highwind (teaisfortobacco) if he so wishes.
When: Evening of Day One
Location: Aboard the Shera en route to Midgar
Rating: General fluff, unless Cid decides to join, unless he decides to use @#$% instead
Summary: Chapter One of the Rescuin' Them Ded Folk saga; Zack awakes and has no idea where he is, but thankfully Shera's around to give him cookies and do a little explaining.
It was strange how something so simple as feeling was like an entirely new concept now. It had only been a few years (or half a decade, however one was to look at it), but it was apparently long enough to forget how everyday things like exhaustion, strain, breathing even, and then waking up in a bundle of softness and warmth, it was all so different than what he'd grown to consider normal in the five years he was no longer . . . er, that he'd been . . .
. . . thinking. Sure. That sounded better. He hadn't actually thought anything for five years, he just knew. He just did. He just was.
Waking up, while this wasn't the first time he'd actually awaken this day, this would be the one time he preferred because it was warm, and comfortable, and soft - rather unlike the dirt and the rocks and the ground and that tree root his neck had been propped up against. So this, the soft and warm-
(Zack had only been alive again for only a few hours, and physically awake for even less, therefore his ability to form more elaborate adjectives was null and void. If it ever existed in the first place.)
-blanket, it was far more enjoyable. And far more tempting to waste another hour or so snuggled up all cozy and nuzzle into the pillow. Gods, he hadn't actually slept on a bed in years, it had been any remotely comfortable spot on the ground, or caves, or abandoned warehouses even for that year, and then that final - or, supposedly final - rest that accompanied one when brought into the Lifestream, but that was just a simple nothing. Though it didn't explain anything about why he'd been brought back, or where he was, or who had brought him here, he really couldn't bring himself to care. He was comfortable, and he liked it.
It was about then that he noticed his eyes were open, and that he'd been staring at the white fabric of the pillow he'd been nuzzling into for the past however long he'd been there. But, lazy as he was known to be, Zack was very reluctant to get up. Especially since he had no idea just where he would be waking up to. Or who.
"Huh."
All he could think of.
When: Evening of Day One
Location: Aboard the Shera en route to Midgar
Rating: General fluff, unless Cid decides to join, unless he decides to use @#$% instead
Summary: Chapter One of the Rescuin' Them Ded Folk saga; Zack awakes and has no idea where he is, but thankfully Shera's around to give him cookies and do a little explaining.
It was strange how something so simple as feeling was like an entirely new concept now. It had only been a few years (or half a decade, however one was to look at it), but it was apparently long enough to forget how everyday things like exhaustion, strain, breathing even, and then waking up in a bundle of softness and warmth, it was all so different than what he'd grown to consider normal in the five years he was no longer . . . er, that he'd been . . .
. . . thinking. Sure. That sounded better. He hadn't actually thought anything for five years, he just knew. He just did. He just was.
Waking up, while this wasn't the first time he'd actually awaken this day, this would be the one time he preferred because it was warm, and comfortable, and soft - rather unlike the dirt and the rocks and the ground and that tree root his neck had been propped up against. So this, the soft and warm-
(Zack had only been alive again for only a few hours, and physically awake for even less, therefore his ability to form more elaborate adjectives was null and void. If it ever existed in the first place.)
-blanket, it was far more enjoyable. And far more tempting to waste another hour or so snuggled up all cozy and nuzzle into the pillow. Gods, he hadn't actually slept on a bed in years, it had been any remotely comfortable spot on the ground, or caves, or abandoned warehouses even for that year, and then that final - or, supposedly final - rest that accompanied one when brought into the Lifestream, but that was just a simple nothing. Though it didn't explain anything about why he'd been brought back, or where he was, or who had brought him here, he really couldn't bring himself to care. He was comfortable, and he liked it.
It was about then that he noticed his eyes were open, and that he'd been staring at the white fabric of the pillow he'd been nuzzling into for the past however long he'd been there. But, lazy as he was known to be, Zack was very reluctant to get up. Especially since he had no idea just where he would be waking up to. Or who.
"Huh."
All he could think of.