{ whenever you are feeling blue }
Who: Shera (ongroundedwings), Zack (neverwinged)
When: Shortly after Cloud picks her up.
Location: Sion's house.
Rating: G, probably.
Summary: Mommy has arrived, baby. ; ~ ;
( remember I'll be watching over you )
When: Shortly after Cloud picks her up.
Location: Sion's house.
Rating: G, probably.
Summary: Mommy has arrived, baby. ; ~ ;
( remember I'll be watching over you )
It was the only thought Shera afforded herself for a little while, men and how she was completely at a loss with what to do with them. The whole lot of them. They were all hopeless, headstrong, foolish, obscenely good people. Always throwing themselves at what was right, coming back almost in pieces, and smiling about it like it was no big deal no matter what scars they might have collected along the way--inside and out. How many times had Cid come home like that to be stitched up, mud on his boots and blood just about everywhere else? And all while telling her not to worry. She didn't know whether to laugh and hug him or cry and hit him, so she simply continued to smile her watery little smile and shook her head a little, so much at a loss of what to do with him that it was all she could manage.
"Worry's about all I'm good at, honey," she finally sighed, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, finding her frustration at how headstrong Zack was about the relative state of his health dissolving in the face of his sweetness, his consideration for her and how hard he was trying to genuinely make amends for things that had never been his fault. "You boys go off and fight your wars, and all I can do is pick up after. Just because you've been through lots doesn't mean it's okay to put you through lots more. You're hurt, baby. The day that's okay, I'll take up selling space heaters in Hell."
She mirrored the smile he was giving her then, reassuring and kind, eyes still damp with tears though no longer shedding them. She remained that way a few moments longer, simply warm and comforting as she took his hand back in hers, before her eyes narrowed a little and she drew her lips into a thin line. Then she sat back a few inches, just enough to look at Zack levelly and shoe him that she was quite serious.
"...and Zack, dear? 'Anaphylactic shock' is not a big word for a boy of your age. It's what happens when you have an allergic reaction to something which could kill you because it could cause respiratory distress and-- Basically, you don't want it to happen," Shera explained, sighing a little as she patted him on the back of the hand. "And epinephrine is a pretty big word, but it's the thing that fixes anaphylactic shock. So yes, dear, it would make me feel better to hear your list of, ah.. Well it couldn't hurt to know your phobias and likes too, so tell me all you want, dear."
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