» i'll hold my place so i may safely feel alone »

[neverwinged]

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,

Comments

[neverwinged]

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.

But, even with the demeaning nickname, Zack found it difficult to come up with reasons not to hug someone. Especially Angeal; his death had been one of the most guilt-ridden experiences of his life - added onto his newfound guilt of breaking his best friend, it was a wonder he didn't wallow in remorse more often - and now after they'd both been given a second chance, they hadn't been able to spend nearly as much time together as Zack would've liked. Everything had gone wrong far too quickly . . .

He didn't get to think too much about that, as once more a large hand was petting through the feathers on his shoulder, Angeal's arm holding the wing's weight so there was less strain on his shoulder, something he quite appreciated. Strangely sensitive, the closer to his skin the appendage was, and Zack tried not to look too surprised at the sudden odd sensation, though Angeal was likely to notice that startled noise of his. It's not that it felt bad (he actually was starting to like the touch), just sensitive, and new. And weird.

"Flying?"

Zack hadn't even thought about that. But it was logical, wasn't it? Wings were meant for flight. Angeal's could, so did that mean . . .

Angeal's was a fair size or so bigger than his own, Zack realized, taking a quick look for a simple comparison. Though his teacher was, on average, built larger than himself, the white feathers seemed to stretch out farther than Zack could with his own black ones. And he still could barely lift the damn thing.

". . . I might've missed that," he admitted casually after a moment. Angeal certainly seemed to enjoy toting his student around before. Zack wondered if that was something else he'd miss out on now that he had his own tattered wing - would it be too awkward now? "Maybe."