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Jan 15, 2009 22:20

Who: Zack Fair (neverwinged), open to anybody in the vicinity who would like to pal around with / abuse the local puppy.
When: Day after Zack wakes up, early morning
Location: Outside Sion's surprisingly still standing shack. That's alliteration, babes.
Rating: Pending, that's all up to who visits.
Summary: Zack's outside wandering on still injured legs, ( Read more... )

angeal hewley, zack fair

Comments 8

neverwinged January 20 2009, 10:19:18 UTC

Come to think of it, had he ever seen a sunrise? Zack figured there must've at least been one or two events where he'd been up early enough to catch one, but he'd never really had time to appreciate it. He'd either been getting ready for early morning practice, or getting ready to carry Cloud closer to Midgar early enough before the ShinRa troops went after them ( ... )

neverwinged January 22 2009, 11:56:29 UTC

During the time Angeal was mulling over his thoughts, Zack was doing the same, discussing between himself and the rational voice in his head about whether this really was Angeal, and if not, how to tell. The one who'd attacked him earlier in the week had been able to pull off Cloud's appearance very well, though now that he thought back on it, there were a few discrepencies that he really should've noticed before . . . before everything went bad ( ... )

neverwinged January 24 2009, 10:17:59 UTC

If he had still been questioning it, Zack would've wondered just what he was doing moving in close range to someone who held the potential to hurt him just as bad as before. Because really, who knew if the person who wore Cloud's mask was now wearing Angeal's, and perhaps just knew more about the man to impersonate him better? What if this was all just a more elaborate trap to fall into ( ... )

neverwinged January 26 2009, 11:39:35 UTC

Twice, Zack had to almost pinch himself to keep him awake. But it was all Angeal's fault for petting him and keeping him feeling warm and safe that kept making him ready to doze right off. He absently wondered if Angeal's wing was like his own, wondering if petting the white feathers made his teacher sleepy too. Or, even more amusingly, ticklish, and maybe Angeal would double over in a fit of giggles and-

. . . entirely Angeal's fault for making him sleepy and therefore making him imagine odd things. Like his stoic, stubborn, mother-Chocobo teacher, giggling. What the Hell, brain ( ... )

neverwinged January 28 2009, 11:58:42 UTC

Now he had absolutely no idea how he went from being wary and fearful to . . . to being this close to him. Zack's functioning hand was clutching at the material of Angeal's shirt, his head tucked under the man's chin, he was being pet- . . he was being a puppy again. Damn. This was a really hard habit to kick. And Angeal was probably having his fun with it ( ... )