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honeyveins:

— - IT WASN’T UNLIKE ZACK to have a busy schedule , full of errands and physical therapy and , of course , getting BACK onto his bike as soon as possible . a terrible idea , seeing as the only reason he was here and in the situation ( physically ) he was in , was because of destruction and pile of what looked like scrap metal his fingers brushed against . he could still feel it , the heat from the SPARKS that came on as it crushed the pavement . the sting against his legs and ruining a pair of his wardrobe , stupid . then again , zack had bouts of feeling reckless whenever he felt the revving of his engine and the way his boots felt as the kicked the stand . something about the motion made him feel like the loveable, but bad boy lead in a movie ; could you blame him ? with a frame like his and a smile that RIVALED the sun in terms of brightening the room , zack WAS the main character . anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see that .

— - THE VOICE THAT CALLED out his name rang familiar in his head , practically seeing it bounce of the walls and finding the source gave him a headache . his hand finding the soft , waving hairs against the back of his neck , tugging on them as a way to distract from the flashes of images that hide deep inside mind . the man of his dreams — the one that was in them , anyways . ❛ CLOUD . ❜ zack offered a smile , eyes shutting as his did , animating the smile the best he could .

❛ HELLO TO YOU , TOO ! ❜

a part of cloud didn’t want it to be true -- that all of this was sick game his brain made up. the headache starts simple, as they always do, right in the middle of his brain and working its way up to his skull. staring straight on makes his eyes hurt, fingers curled into fists. it’s suddenly hard to breathe, hard to focus on the figure ahead of him. never in his life did he figure he would be here, facing the man he watched die -- the person he believed died because cloud couldn’t protect him, or fight alongside him. as complicated as cloud’s life had been before the memories of some other life had begun to invade his mind -- it has only gotten more complicated at the sight of the man in front of him. the man who, in cloud’s eyes, was everything he had wanted to be in another life, but instead he was just a stupid kid with high hopes, no real strengths, and a severe anxiety of being social.

much like how he feels in the passenger seat of anyone else driving a vehicle, cloud feels nauseous and suddenly dizzy. half-remembered instances play in front of his eyes, things he still can’t remember or recall without fuzzy migraines invading the thoughts. the memories he didn’t have, the ones from his mako-poisoning -- months lost while zack fought tooth and nail to get cloud to safety, to find some solace for the both of them. it was a debt cloud would never be able to pay back. not in any lifetime. “ you know who i am ? ” his voice was soft, much like the sound might break the glass walls around them -- feeling like it would be much easier if zack had forgotten and cloud could pretend the aftermath of zack’s death, “ you remember ? ”

#( i ) EX - SOLDIER ft. zack.

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#( i ) EX - SOLDIER ━ “ let’s mosey. ”

closed starter for 𝒛𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 // @honeyveins

it’s ten am and cloud feels like he has much better things to do. better things as in sleeping rather than being called in for a very important job ( as his father says ) and losing more hours of sleep than he already has thus far. lately sleep isn’t something he gets, and he talks about it quite often. so the guilty look on his father’s face, he feels, is revenge on its own. it still earns a scowl given from cloud, because quite frankly he feels like he earned it this time -- even if he didn’t really need a reason anymore, it was his natural state of face. the scowl deepens as his father explains, this one gets a discount. and why ? special case. cloud had rolled his eyes, shoulders tense, irritation high. the shop already lost so much money because of these ‘ special cases ’ . what was it now? another friend of his fathers? bullshit.

boots hit the cement floor heavy as he leaves the office, full aware he was about to rip some guys ass off as soon as he set eyes on him. this was how cloud liked to do it -- meet with the client and get a real feel for what they want done to their vehicle, leaving no room for mistakes. cloud was the best after all. except as soon as he enters the shop and takes notice of who he was looking at, he stops dead. the moment lasts too long, seconds turning into hours, and days, and months -- he’s not sure how long, it drags on forever. a rainy day, a promise made... his chest ached.

“ zack. ”