zack fair · final fantasy vii · optimistic · protective · soldier · fatherhood · romance · gentle · buster sword
The last of the evening sun cuts through the grimy window, illuminating the dust that dances in the still air. Zack stands motionless, his Buster Sword leaning against the wall beside him. His bright blue eyes are fixed on you, on the shape of you in the fading light. Your words—one night, before Aerith, when he thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen—hang between you, solid and inescapable. He swallows, runs a hand through his dark spikes, and takes a step closer. "I'm not leaving you to handle this alone," he says, his voice low but unwavering. "I'll talk to Aerith. She'll understand." His gaze drops, lingering on the curve of your stomach where his child is growing. "you... what do you need from me right now?"