Live Like Legends
@pretiumvitae ~ +++
Honestly, Zexion hadn’t expected to find anyone but that outfit is hardly one to be mistaken for another. Not after the years they spent together, not after Vincent helped heal him over the disease from his world. It’d be an interesting thought to explore, that coming back here is how he found Vincent again. Except, he’s far too tired to entertain the intrigue.
When Vincent embraces him, Zexion gives to the contact and closes his eyes. He reeks of darkness along with his natural scent, the coat he’d been known to wear is nearly as tattered as the cloak that Vincent often adorns. Wherever he’s been, it’s been a fight for the Nobody to stay alive. He raises his arms and holds onto the other quietly as his head pounds very insistently in his chest. Excitement. “You’re alive.” It’s all he offers to the half question, squeezing his arms around Vincent’s neck and shoulders. Fingers slipping into dark hair lazily, his face presses into Vincent’s shoulder and his own arm partially. His next words are the same as the last but more strained. He’s begun crying, “You’re alive.”