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[whitesilverandmercury]

zack/aerith headcanon vignette

compiling on AO3

in which zack thinks about aerith alone in his room

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june [ ν ] εγλ 0001 

He thinks of all the ways she says his name and all the ways she could.

Zack.

High in pitch, even in tone, placing it between them like a flower. 

Za~ack!

Lilted by laughter. Gilded with giggles.

—Zack! 

Surprised. He’s given her a play-scare. He’s tripped in public. His name in her mouth pivots up halfway through, punctuated by a pout.

Zack.

Slanted down firm. Under her breath. He’s done something dumb, said something dumber. Sometimes one of the somethings is at least cute and she’s trying not to smile. Sometimes she’s the cute one and she’s flustered, she’s giving him a light shove and he’s laughing. 

Za~ck!

They’re in the market. She’s calling a puppy back to her side. Her hand is on the back of his arm or her finger hooked in the loop of his SOLDIER belt. 

Zack .

They’re leaning nose to nose in a contest of flirting stubbornness, daring the other to give in first. 

Za—!

Half his name. They’re half-wrestling. She’s winning. Her hair is messy and her triumphant grin is the sun. 

Zack.

When Tseng has just left. When Tseng is just arriving. When she knows more than he does. 

Zack—!

He’s heaved open the church doors, she’s turning with a whip of the braid and eyes green as a wildflower ready to bloom. 

…Zack.

Quiet, gentle upturn of a question with no answer yet. Face open like a cupped palm, her smile faint but as present as the heart line curling through the middle. 

Zack? 

Short, sweet, beckoning his attention.

Zack…

Breathy. Soft. Warm. The tension of a gasp in reverse. 

Alone in his First Class dorm, he touches himself.