Dec 23, 2006 21:20
Zack is a bundle of instincts, governed by a good heart and a bit of sense. Those instincts have been honed through the generations and Zack lives by his gut more than his mind because the mind needs precious seconds to rationalize and think things through. His instincts need no such time or preparation. If he gets hungry, he eats, if he’s horny, he ruts, and if he’s in danger he reacts; slaughtering whatever has dared rise up against his strength. His mates, Sephiroth and Vincent aside, are very fragile and their instincts are not nearly as keen as his. They react slowly, poorly, in one or two dimensions and while he adores Cloud’s unwavering loyalty, Aeris’s steady love, and Tifa’s quiet determination, they are so delicate in comparison to himself that his instincts are always screaming warnings at him. He must forever be careful not to break them. Sephiroth and Vincent are tougher, sturdier, but still weaker than himself. If it were just Zack, if he were the only threat against his lovers, he’d be content. But Zack is a half Eldrich, meaning that there are many stronger, older, meaner demons awakening from the Deep and any one of them could take what is Zack’s. They would have to take it over Zack’s corpse, but they could do it.
So Zack listens to his gut and keeps his senses open for danger. He builds his defenses and sets traps, forcing himself to think about things in ways that demons don’t. Because that is his only ace against things that could rip him tentacle from tentacle. They are bundles of instincts. They eat, they rut, they destroy, but in the end, they don’t *think*.
He’s not very good at it. But he’s better than most.
ff7,
tentacle,
fic