004 || all you need is a guardian angel

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Desolation. Death. Destruction.

It spans as far as the eye can see, possibly even further. To the outreaches of the Planet and beyond, only growing in its ravenous hunger and taking anything it can with it. It's a horrible, bloody sight... not one would expect to find bright, white wings shimmering in the too-bright sun. Even less so, the bundle in his dirtied arms, sound asleep.

The wings flutter once, dropping a few, floating white feathers to the remains of the torched building they were perched upon. The tips of the feathers are also burned, almost even rotting as they lay there, guided by a gentle breeze in the silent environment. And as the man shifts, the faint glow of a halo can be seen reflecting off of a broken window, the beaten body sagging against the brittle, splintered wood. He's tired of the fighting, the chaos and the panic caused by those soldiers. They weren't anything like he remembered, and... this was the result. Insanity finally caught up to him, and in a sense, he was glad to have passed before it'd gotten hold of him, too.

The infant in his arms stirs, a few soft, fussy groans jumping out of it.

In response, he gently rocked the baby in his arms, whispering in a low tone, trying to get his adopted bundle to calm down. Though still dirty, he'd long-since been able to heal it. It'd just... taken a toll on whatever spirit energy he had left, tethering him to this bleak world.

"Just a little while longer, kiddo."

[ooc: So... kind of an odd dream for him to be having, but pretty much? While Zack himself is still canon, he's dreaming of a universe that *did* fall to ShinRa. Certain things have been changed around, and I'll explain more in detail to whomever responds~]

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"Oh, I'm lookin' forward to a loooong shower before you catch up!" He called back, swerving under the other winged being, then over with a laugh.

"C'mon, aren't you supposed to be this super-awesome ice princess? Show me what you can do!"

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Her wings outstretched, she catches the air currents to buoy her up. If his taunting spurs her onward, she's careful not to show it, and treats it as words that roll right off her.

No, she'll show him by doing it; she puts on speed, aided by her power as well as the wings, to overtake him.

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With the years he's spent in this form, Zack can manuver the skies pretty damn easily. Which means when Mercury catches up, he just as easily gains more speed, barely managing to miss crashing into a pillar, and even swerving to try to make the other fall behind because of it.

Yeah, the years in this world have been lonely. It wouldn't kill him to have a little fun for once, right?

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She's quick, and maneuvering with wings gives her no trouble at all. She's had tens of thousands of years with this winged eternal form sleeping inside her. Some day, perhaps she'll reach it again in her waking life. She avoids the pillar without incident, and it doesn't seem to slow her down.

Loneliness, she understands, and so while she flies, she's careful to keep the gap between them small, a consideration she hasn't acknowledged in years.

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There were many-a-time in his own life that he'd longed to be able to fly - that urge only quelled when he'd found Angeal, seen what the wings had done to him. Genesis had been the same, and for a long while, he'd dreaded against them. But wings symbolized freedom for those who had none, and right now? He wanted that freedom back.

This urge is enough to keep him moving, keep him flying as long as possible until he wakes up to find himself grounded once more. This was his dream, and he was going to make the most of this tiny semblance of peace as long as possible.

For the both of them.

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She stretches her wings and the sensation feels normal and right. She rises on an errant current of air, and breathes in as she ascends.

She knows the longing for freedom as well as he does. She'd deny to her last breath while awake, but she knows the limits she has, and she knows how she resents them.