Master of my own illusionary world

Kings of Silence

cheekykeybearer:

His hand stilled upon the other’s once the quaking could be felt through the thick material, scratching at his skin as if to signal for Zack to pay better attention to his friend and his needs— something that he was so used to in the days of old; something that he would have to get used to again if he wanted to stay at the blond’s side. Another smile rose to his lips as gazes connected, easy and simple like they used to be, before they descended and came in contact with the pale flesh that stretched against the hero’s forehead, pressing a kiss there as a mother would to their child or a husband to his wife, soothing and filled with a tender kind of love. "Hm… nothing," he mumbled against the soft skin underneath his lips, unwilling to draw away just yet, not until he got a small fill of it, at least. "Missed you, Cloud."

The blond's surroundings blurred with the inhibitor of anxiety that had settled in quite unexpectedly, dulled senses barely registering his adversary's approach until a distinct warmth muddled against his exterior. The fervent need to establish this soothing contact as a constant made apparent by the unrelenting grip the swordsman refused to relinquish upon the other. Leather bound claws clutched the materiel and tugged every now and again as if to bring him closer, ever so closer, and become blackened with Zack's now scorching being. It was as if he forfeited the desperate hold, the man before him would slip and escape through his fingers, that the mere continuous physical connection was what rooted Zack's very existence. The barely ticklish musings of the other's affection caused fair lashes to kiss the pallid complexion of his cheeks as eyes closed to survive the ordeal, yet showing gratitude by meeting lingering lips with a careful nudge. "Missed you too. Thought it was obvious."

"By simply being yourself, Fair."

"You have other ways of gaining large amounts of attention..."

Without prior inclination to the youth's intentions, a lone limb extends in his company's direction, leather bound finger singled out in a pointing gesture. Poised above the area where the distinct blemish marred the handsome features -- not quite touching but remaining in a tantalizingly close proximity -- outlining its shape. "Me? Well, 'X' marks the spot." 

                       “——Cloud.”

The resolute utterance of the blond's namesake trailing off rose petal lips and coated in the sweet molasses of familiarity dripped slowly in his ears, seeping into his current stream of self awareness. Vision enriched with the illuminate qualities of the toxin that made its home within his bloodstream swiveled to target the source. A worn smile etched into his aloof features. "Still remember me, Lightning?"

"Only when it comes to you, sunshine," he fired back in an instant, hungry eyes drinking in the delicate features of his friend that he missed. The blond always managed to do that to him, even without knowing. Make the elder miss him to the point of insanity, miss him so deep that it leaves an ache in his bones and a gaping hole where his beating heart is. The mere thoughts caused his fingers to ache as well, desperate to find some comfort in curling around lithe hips, dragging him forward till Cloud’s weight was upon him and held him down, to be his anchor. Though, before lines could be crossed and the other retreat into his shell, Zack tossed the thoughts away with another easy smile, a hand raising to pat at the one latched onto his fabric. "Besides, it is really playing dirty when it comes to… this sort of thing?"

The reminder of his rather whimsical namesake bestowed upon him in the past managed to be the hook that had the blond slowly coming forward. Cloud's head rose to better return the scrutiny of the other's gaze, head tipped back a fraction and causing tousled locks to recede from his visage. Twin skies clashed as a connection of shared line of sight was gained, though a thin veil of lashes shielded the youth's as he merely glanced upward rather than head on. The repeated touch caused something in him to give, his grip tightened as it clawed into the fabric and bunched it within a quaking fist, straining the reach of the Zack's shirt as the greedy clutch sought to retain more. Words mumbled in a way that almost seemed as if his lips were numb with toxin of sleep. "What thing..."

Eyebrows lifted at the sound of the noise as a faint smile etched its way across chapped lips, something that was quite foreign to the ex SOLDIER these days. Though, it felt good to finally smile, no matter how small, and to be in rather desirable company— even if it was only one sided. "That was mighty cute of you, Cloud," the taller male teased gently, a hand raising to discard through golden locks of hair, tussling them up a bit in good nature. However, the blond’s words caused the hand to fall back to his side as shoulders moved in a shrugging motion of sorts. "Not always but at least it’s the truth. That counts for something, right?"

The traces of his gaze slammed into the edges of his vision in order to capture a glimpse of his current company, something he found himself regretting instantly as the all too familiar rise of the other male's lips made an appearance. All was lost as it was coupled with hefty weight of Zack's hand mussing the flaxen strands.The tense attribute to his frame dissipating gradually as Cloud neared the realm of security whilst in the proximity of his dear one. As if carrying out the desires of his subconscious, as the mentor's hand retreated, his own grasp surged forward and claimed purchase on the other's sweater. Though despite his actions a scowl was set on the blond's features. "....You play dirty, you know that?"