#protagonistical

((YOU'RE PRETTY AS HECK WHAT'RE YOU TALKING BOUT <3 ))

((Snowflower? o///o I'm good...))

ღ Ohhh gosh oh gosh Cloud mun! This is incredibly sweet of you aaah I'm so happy :3 Thank you!

((Hello!))

"Cloooooud," Zack hummed, drawling out the other man's name. It was fun to do, even if on occasion he only did it to see if he could ruffle the man's feathers at all. Cloud was a bit of a pain to anger at times, at least around him. Reaching over he poked the other's nose, smirking a bit. "You keep staring off into space. What're you thinking about so intently?"

He didn't often hear a knock on his door. But he supposed he would this time as he was expecting a package. He had set up on the borders of Edge, a solitary home after much struggle to gain money. He even had a small garden growing out front, bringing life to the wasteland and giving it a second chance much like he had. A beard spread across his once well kept face as he had grown to be somewhat more lax in what he liked to jokingly call his retirement. When he opened the door though, he was met with someone that...well he wasn't expecting. Cloud Strife.

Blue eyes opened slowly, staring into darkness and were searching. Searching for what? They couldn't see anything. The young man's hands moved as if in slow motion to rub at his eyes. There was darkness still, but now he could see clearly and he caught sight of a single white feather falling from nowhere, as if it too, were in slow motion. The young man felt his body stretching out from being curled into a ball for what seemed to him, forever. Something was urging him to catch that one feather and he obeyed it- Whatever 'it' was. Next thing he knew, the soft pure white feather was bright in his hand and he was staring at it with no expression on his face. Slowly; oh so very slowly the darkness faded into shades of blue and white. A shallow level of water was beneath his feet, but he couldn't feel it. He glanced around finding himself surrounded by little wisps of fog like clouds. Where was he now? He didn't know, and he felt somewhat.. Afraid. But then came a soft whisper to sooth the frightened young man. 'There is nothing to fear. Go back. Close your eyes and go back.' And just like that; His fear was gone and he obediently closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply for few minutes up until he felt himself slowly begin to choke as if something were caught in his throat. 'Shhh, relax. You're waking up now.' Waking up? Waking up from what? Blue eyes opened once more, but this time they saw faces. Lips were moving, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. So many voices, they all jumbled together making it harder to understand and he felt his body tensing as he coughed and choked. He felt his eyes begin to water and gasped trying to catch his breath when whatever was caught in his throat was gone. The young man blinked, not recognizing the people around him . Feeling uncomfortable and a little scared, he watched them all move around him just now realizing that he was in a hospital. Eventually all but one of the doctors left. They asked him questions; expecting answers but there were no answers to give really. It was apparent to the other in the room that the young man had no recollection of anything prior to being in a coma except for his name; Zack Fair, his birthday and his age.