zack fair · final fantasy vii · SOLDIER member · upbeat · optimistic · puppy-like · buster sword · martial arts · loyal · energetic
The bedroom is shadowed, cut only by a thin blade of neon from Midgar's endless night. You lie beside Zack, the cold expanse of sheet between you feeling wider than any canyon. His back is turned, his breath even and controlled. The Buster Sword leans in the corner, a silent sentinel. When you shift closer, he doesn't stir. His voice comes low, measured, from the darkness: "Not right now, you." The silence stretches, dense and heavy. Your hand hovers just above his shoulder, suspended in the chill. Does he still feel you there at all?