[ cloud can't fully comprehend what is happening. where he is. why he's here, why there's water falling from the sky and there's a sea of red mud surrounding them. part of him knows that this is a battlefield and that they are survivors, but the rest can't pull the pieces together. the world is noise, terrifying and vast.
and zack is the only constant. familiar and soothing even like this. the blonde reaches out with a clumsy hand to touch his hand, brows knitting together when his fingers touch blood. ]
Nn...
[ he starts to tug his hand away, the feeling of hot blood against his frigid skin is almost too much.
but he stops.
together again. zack fair had said that faithful day, holding an arm up for a fistbump. those words had never had been spoken with a smile before, with no hint of disdain at his continued presence. there had been no surrepiticious glance to the side, hoping someone else would take the assignment. no ease back, he hadn't wiped his hand like cloud was something infectious and unpleasant to touch.
if he pulls his hand away from the sticky red mess, he thinks he'd be doing zack a disservice. instead he curls his fingers around his. the words zack's speaking only make a little sense, meaning only understood by the warmth in his gentle voice, but he has enough in him to parrot them back. ]
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Date: 2020-05-18 12:54 am (UTC)and zack is the only constant. familiar and soothing even like this. the blonde reaches out with a clumsy hand to touch his hand, brows knitting together when his fingers touch blood. ]
Nn...
[ he starts to tug his hand away, the feeling of hot blood against his frigid skin is almost too much.
but he stops.
together again. zack fair had said that faithful day, holding an arm up for a fistbump. those words had never had been spoken with a smile before, with no hint of disdain at his continued presence. there had been no surrepiticious glance to the side, hoping someone else would take the assignment. no ease back, he hadn't wiped his hand like cloud was something infectious and unpleasant to touch.
if he pulls his hand away from the sticky red mess, he thinks he'd be doing zack a disservice. instead he curls his fingers around his. the words zack's speaking only make a little sense, meaning only understood by the warmth in his gentle voice, but he has enough in him to parrot them back. ]
Still... with....