#featheredpup

;;ooc

charliebug is tired and since the end fo the world crisis has been averted again

Mako blue hues stare, widened, shocked at the sight presented before them. A familiar face lies only an arm’s length away, a face burned into his memory, into his heart. But it’s not the same. This feels like it’s not a dream, like it’s real, like it’s actually happening. 

There’s no way it’s real. 

He has learned to stop believing that when he sees this person, when he sees that face -- those eyes -- to stop looking. To look away.

My muse took a fatal blow for yours. Send me “Last breath” for my muse’s last words to yours as they lay dying in their arms.

One thing Cloud has always appreciated about Zack – his voice.

It was just.. kind.

It had always matched his eyes. Eyes that had been for a monster, a warrior, meant to kill. That’s all that SOLDIER was supposed to be: monsters. 

But not Zack.

Never Zack.

An unsure hand, shaking terribly, reaches up to just barely touch the angel’s face. Cloud has missed that face, that voice — everything about him. It’s been so different without him, and even if he had only known him for a few years, it felt as though the biggest part of his life had been destroyed when he lost him.

Of course, he’d forgotten. Something he never wanted to do. Zack wasn’t just somebody Cloud should have forgotten. He regrets it every day.

“Don’t say… you’re sorry,” Cloud whispers weakly, trying to just look at the other while he still can. “It’s.. it’s… it’s okay….”

God, what Cloud would have given to stay conscious just a little while longer. But he can’t — he’s too weak. The hit had been too hard, too much for a frail human to take, enhanced or not.

He breathes in deeply, sighing out his final words to the man.

really tired so ilu all thank you for being goobers and talking to me and cloud