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Jan 16, 2009 03:14

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 )

shera, zack fair

Comments 15

neverwinged January 16 2009, 09:48:14 UTC

The bed was officially no longer comfortable. Not that Zack was expecting an abandoned Meteor-struck house to be the most luxurious of resorts, but still. There was a spring from the mattress poking at his side, but Zack told himself he had to deal with it. Because moving still hurt too much, and he would rather have a spring poke him than a torn shoulder wound open up again.

He was tired still, but he forced himself to stay awake. He had no idea how much time had passed since he'd hung up his phone (absently wondering who'd charged it for him), but he couldn't help feeling anxious. And nervous. Didn't she say she was coming right away? And just what exactly was he supposed to tell her?

Just as Zack was thinking about it, Shera's voice was calling for him from the stairs, and he had just enough time to pull the thin blanket over his shoulder - which really hurt, and he had to bite his tongue to stifle that cry - to hide the black feathers, before she was in the doorway. Relief washed over him, the same as when he'd woken up to see ( ... )

ongroundedwings January 17 2009, 00:22:51 UTC

When Zack asked Shera not to be sorry because it wasn't her fault, she managed to return him with a slightly watery smile as she brushed a little of his hair back, shaking her head all the while. Even in the state he was, he was still such a good boy. Trying to smile for her, reassuring her so that she wouldn't blame herself. She had decided with Cid that now was far from the time for children, but when she saw how wonderful Zack was no matter how difficult or painful things were... She hoped her child would be like him someday. Brave like him, good like him. Zack was such a wonderful, wonderful boy ( ... )

neverwinged January 17 2009, 09:25:44 UTC

He couldn't help wondering what was going through the woman's mind. Shera was looking at him differently, and Zack couldn't quite figure out just what it was. Familiar in a few ways - Angeal always used to fret like that when Zack had injured himself during training or missions, but he did a lot more lecturing and calling him an idiot pup than the hair petting and tea-offering that Shera was. But he still wasn't sure what it was about her ( ... )

ongroundedwings January 17 2009, 19:22:43 UTC

Men.

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 ( ... )

neverwinged January 18 2009, 09:26:33 UTC

Clearly that was the wrong way to go about it.

It was a lot simpler telling his mother back home not to worry. She would smile like that, but she'd always say something like "I know, Zacky dear," - even at fourteen, she'd still use that nickname for him - "but a mother's job is to worry about her son. Even though I know you'll be alright in the end." And it would be left at that. Often there was a hug and a few cookies involved. Followed by being promptly shooed back outside to finish climbing trees or whatever he had done to bruise himself in the first place before dinner.

Shera didn't seem to be the type to be reassured with his smile and let things be at that. No hugs, no you'll always be alright, no shoving back outside to do what needed to be done. No one ever called him 'baby' before, either. Babe, sure. Baby? Not even his mother called him that. She liked to call him Cookie a lot ( ... )