this is horrible but its accurate .
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@a-zackleos
this is horrible but its accurate .
BLOG LINK poem cred.
while i’m a definite supporter of every shipping arrangement between the zack / cloud / tifa / aerith ot4, i’ve gotta be honest; clack is my jam
bc i’m not having the reply to this ask looking ugly af on my blog while tumblr’s broken so here, have it properly formatted @finalitia, @ultimilitia
ultimilitia·:
Come, come lil’ BEASTIE. Arise && leave the comfort of the den. A delectable aroma soon filled the residence. A modest broth that mixed well with a concoction of spices && vegetables. Engrossed within his task, the beginning of Zack’s stirrings were unnoticed. Twas not ‘til the familiar voice ( though dull && thick with wakening, still recognizable ) came within earshot did the blond divert his attention.
Cloud’s sights flickered toward the elder, akin to the fleeting quiver of a flame && just as bright. ( he too cursed blessed with the sear of Mako )❝ Mmn. ❞ A hum of AFFIRMATION to Zack’s query. Cloud made quick work of the task at hand, the heat brought to a simmer. ❝ About evenin’. You hungry ? ❞ Words fell softly. ( like the onset of rain. pitter - patter, pitter - patter. they descend ) Leniency given to a most likely sleep - muddled mind.
IT’S MERCIFUL OF cloud to deliver the answer ❛ evening ❜ ; it kindly sums up the time-frame of his slumber, without presenting the complications of the exact hour ( and how long he has left to do a, b, and c, before he must crawl back into bed until work tomorrow morning ). once he’s acknowledged like this, zack runs that hand he’d raised before to run back over his hair, weakly attempting to neaten it ( and ultimately in vain ), padding closer to the kitchen area.
❝ yeah. ❞ he’s sorting out a glass of water at the sink, hoping that the few gulps he takes from it will soothe his dry throat and bring him further from his sleepy state. they both need that; something within the ex-soldier’s subconsciousness knows it, that he has always been the more extroverted of the pair and his natural energy is medicating in its own way. ❝ smells good your cooking always does. what’s in it? ❞
Tifa, collaboration by raikoart and tsuaii (Twitter)
raiko | tsuaii
ultimilitia·:
❝ M’Home . . . ❞
Lips part, greetings delivered ‘pon the b r e e z e of a bequeathed breath. The mumbled words soon drowned by the cacophonous chorus of rustling plastic. Cloud returned with a modest bounty, plastic bags laden with harvest. ( He the GATHERER while Zack may as well be the HUNTER )
The blond navigated the cramped ( Homey as his roommate proclaimed when first introduced ) apartment with f a m i l i a r i t y. Eyes scanned the dwelling, pinpointing the cast off remnants that clued in the youth that he was NOT alone, despite the silence that previously blanketed their home.
Supplies were dropped unceremoniously upon the counter top, Cloud reaching for the setting on the oven. Preparations routine to him as he searched for a pot. Perhaps the promise of SUSTENANCE was enough to summon the other tenant.
⛅ starter && @zackleos
FACE DOWN IN the crumpled bedclothes, deep breaths are released in quiet huffs through parted lips. the occupant is out for the count, worn out from an early morning and a day’s hard work ( not what he used to do, no, far from being loyal to the deplorable company that had torn apart the planet for its own immoral aims ). but considering his artificially altered strength and stamina, labouring suits zack well; just isn’t getting any younger, and rest had been the only thing on his mind as he’d stepped through the apartment’s front door.
though not normally a heavy sleeper, the sounds from the kitchen only mildly rouse him. he comes into consciousness before any movement is granted; senses activating to figure out who’s there friend, or foe? it’s the only way he wakes up nowadays. caution is always the first and last thing present within his tense muscles, and wearied mind.
both palms placed on the mattress, he lifts himself up, letting a soft groan rumble from his throat. he’s parched, and food would be great and he’s recognised the light footsteps in the next room as his fond friend and roommate ( with the superior culinary skills ).
❝ y’er back..? what time is it? ❞ it comes out in a rough mumble, the taller male now propped in the doorway and stifling a yawn with one heavy hand. his tousled hair lies in long spikes behind his shoulders.
fcragil·:
‘ nope ! ‘ she enjoyed shutting him down for the mere satisfaction of hearing him gripe about it . hadn’t he caught on at all how ruthless she could be ? this is what he received as payback for the times he’s teased her , though he was harmless compared to her . ‘ they’re mine , all mine ! ‘ she taunted him , waving one of the cherries ( which he got for her ) in air , prior to pink muscle flicking out to snatch it betwixt her rosy lips . she didn’t want to share anymore .
❝ HEY! ❞ he laughs in his usual good-nature ( he does have a rather fiery temper, though it has never really been triggered by anything aerith has said or done ) and he did buy the cherries specifically for her, knowing how much she likes them. in truth, they’re teasing each other. ❝ don’t you know that sharing is caring?? do you not care about me then, huh? ❞
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ZACK HAS MANY sides of him which are rather mature; his work ethic, his resilience, and his independence, surely among other things. his tendency to have the occasional whine is not one of them. ❝ awww, c’mon! just one more! ❞
okay the new trailer’s great and all but where’s ya boy
“(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask. how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how low did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams? —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth; —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own; —until it was their throats pinned under your boot; —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams. (I DIDN’T.) you reply.”
— to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
dcntgiveup·:
❛ that was a long time ago. no one holds you to that. ❜ her tone took on a note of motherliness that was reminiscent of Tifa as she looked to the ex-SOLDIER leaning against the bar. how could anyone blame him for anything really? no one did in AVALANCHE (Cid might still have some lingering grudges against anyone in Shinra though; Reeve included) after the whole story was revealed. he was a hero. a savior just like Cloud in their own ways.
❛ yeah, yeah. i forget that i do have a limit.❜ laughter mingles with his at the teasing and blame placing. not that she minded. it was nice to laugh- even at her own expense and throbbing head. ❛maybe next time you should stop me. but i’ll take a raincheck on that morning run. you’re way taller than me and will leave me in the dust on a good day, however tempting that may be.❜
EVEN IF THE EX-SOLDIER knows that marlene has a point, it won’t stop him feeling the guilt that others should be feeling in his place. someone has to, right..? it’s just fallen to zack to take that responsibility in both hands ( and unfortunately for him, hold onto it for dear life as he does everything or everyone in his life ). ❝ just like no one holds you to drinking so much you made yourself feel so bad, ❞ he jokes. ❝ but i’ll bet you’re beating yourself up about it pretty hard now, huh? still feels rough, doesn’t it? ❞
he reaches over, and ruffles up the young woman’s hair in a gesture rather lacking in empathy for her hangover. ❝ no need to worry, though! i’ll stop you way before you get that wasted again, whenever i can. and y’know what? if you come on a run with me next new year’s, i’ll go easy on you. it’ll be more like a jog, for me. probably for the best since i’m getting older i guess i’m supposed to be slowing down. ❞ he pauses as if he’s serious about that last part... then he laughs, heartily. ❝ can you even imagine that?! ❞
ohrthur·:
crows feet nestle ‘pon the outskirts of his lids . gaze slightly narrowed at the mention of a town that wouldn’t exactly be too welcoming . ‘ yeaaah … ‘ he drawls out , not ‘bout ready to explain his situation to a young man simply passing by . ‘ juss’ leavin’ there . it’ll be settin’ me back t’turnaround . ‘ seems a good ‘nuff excuse to mention aloud . ‘ ahh , it ain’t a big deal . i’ll jus’ be settin’ up camp soon . i can wait a few good hours . ‘
IT’S HARD NOT TO be suspicious of a man you’ve just met in this place, who gives such a mysterious answer. it wouldn’t be that difficult, if he really wants a smoke, to just head back to that town and grab some matches from the store there. ❝ sounds like you’re leavin’ behind trouble. the folk of blackwater not take kindly to you, or somethin’ ? ❞ mostly it’s a risk to ask someone such a thing, to show you’re suspecting them but zack stands there, intimidating of form and with his youthful energy, a practised fighter. though none of these are what might provide his saving grace, but his bright, wholesome eyes. the purest blue. he means nothing from the question, only to satisfy his curiosity.
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ohrthur:
@zackleos || starter
‘ hey there mister , don’t suppose y’got a light on ya ? ‘
TURNING TO THE SPEAKER, zack pats his pockets and shrugs apologetically ( he isn’t about to get into a conversation with the stranger about why he’s one of those dead-alives that don’t smoke ). ❝ sorry, partner; can’t help you out. ain’t far to blackwater, though sure y'could get a book at the store, there? ❞
fcragil·:
oooh ! OF COURSE aerith was happy that zack wasn’t actually hurt ! BUT the idea that HE WAS and he played a dirty little prank is the reason she’s huffy , she had been worried and deeply concerned for him . however , zack was in the best company he could be in , as aerith was confident she could have helped him heal with her magic ( even if her heart was racing faster than a chocobo can sprint ) . the moment passes and aerith let’s a soft sigh of relief exhale the moment zack’s hand finds rest atop her shoulder . ‘ you think you are so invincible, dontchu ? ‘ and now she begins to tease , responding with a shove to this chest when he flashes his charming smile . ‘ sure , you’re okay … for now . ‘ oh , zack might think she is fragile , small even ( compared to him , certainly ) but aerith was prepared for payback … in due time …
AS THE YOUNG WOMAN teases in return, zack finds himself letting out another laugh. this is something that’s so good about being with her; the back and forth between them, being able to be playful with one another even when the times around them are looking less and less bright. in this way, visiting aerith is a time when the soldier can try to forget about the chaos happening around him, the way his company is falling apart at the seams. just for a few hours, with her, his heart and mind can be carefree.
❝ is that so? well, i have been invincible so far, ❞ he replies just as playfully ( though of course he doesn’t really think that way all the things he’s seen would prove how vulnerable even the strongest people he’s known can be ). and he leans down closer, folding strong arms, his face nearing hers. ❝ what are you planning on doing about it? ❞
my body begs me to rest but, my mind…
it prods me awake, again