001 || dream a dream of me.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Some dreams have some fluidity. They remain constant, with an overlaying theme - much like a storybook of the consciousness. Others can be sporadic, having no meaning, and easily shifting from one thing to the next. They can be serious, or strange. They can be hopeful, or heartbreaking.

Or... they could be Zack's dreams.

As it is, a deep, dark violet night sky floods the area. You might see quite a bit of snow, as if walking up a steep mountain, with the ice wind blowing through your hair. And right at the cliff's edge stands a man wielding a long, sturdy sword, resting safely upon his back. The weight doesn't seem to bother him in the least - if anything, he's accustomed to it by now, both hands on his hips as glowing, bright blue eyes stare off to the distance.

What could be he thinking about?]

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[herlonelystar.livejournal.com]

[ Sob. Why the heck did she have to come into this dream wearing nothing but pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt? Usagi's shivering at the cold wind passing by, listening to the snow crunch beneath her feet as she wanders about.

As one particular gust of wind brushes past, it makes Usagi completely pause in her step. Finally at her limit, she's inhales, ready to start complaining about being out in the cold, and who the heck dreams this kind of stuff anyway ... but then she stops.

There's someone there, standing at the edge of the cliff. There's something familiar about him.. but at the same time not. ]

Um, excuse me?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[The snow and ice are always her own; the dark-haired girl seems to have no trouble navigating it. In fact, she seems invigorated, energized. She lets the snowflakes gather on her hair, turning it white, and doesn't seem perturbed by the cold.

By the time she spots Zack, she feels quite relaxed but caution wins out enough for her to challenge him.]

Who's there?

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[the snow under his boots is a bit new. Edge doesn't get much snow and what little it does turns into a nasty combination of slush and ice too quickly. And it's gray, clogged with soot and ash and - who knows what else before it even touches the city itself. But this snow is clear, clean and it reminds him of childhood, a strange, bitter sweet reminder. It's no problem for him to walk through though. You can take the boy out of the mountains but it seems you can never take the mountains out of the boy.

The wind ruffles his hair and he narrows his own vaguely glowing blue eyes against it for a minute, inhaling the sharp smell and pulling it deep into his lungs.

it's been a while...

Except he's not sure which 'while' his mind is referring to. The mako in his system keeps him warm, despite the sleeveless, partially unbuttoned black shirt. He's going somewhere, he just hasn't figured out where yet and, for the moment, that doesn't bother him. When he rounds the corner though, sees the familiar silhouette he's seen so many times before, it stops him in his tracks and catches his heart in his throat. The name slips out of him in a almost whispered stumble, more for himself than expecting a response.]

Z-zack?

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

[ She sees him from the back and recognizes him--it's easy when she keeps thinking of him in the waking world. Of how Cloud acts like him, of meeting his parents... ]

Zack!

[ The wind whips the name from her mouth, carrying it away and leaving only flurries of snow behind. She's not even sure he can hear her, so many dreams her words won't reach him, so she bows her head against the wind and clutches her jacket tightly around herself, pressing on toward him. But after half a minute she looks up, calls out again: ]

Zack?