onepassingnight | 004 || all you need is a guardian angel

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~]

The dream has granted her the wings of an eternal senshi form, soft and feathery and black, but there is no halo on the girl who fell away so long ago. She looks Zack up and down. Her eyes rest on the baby before she looks at the man again.

Without speaking, she gestures to Zack to come nearer.

Perhaps she just doesn't like the sight of that battered form.

Sephiroth doesn't understand the destruction he sees, neither its direct cause nor the reasons behind it. This world seems familiar, yet not. He looks down at himself, and for some reason, he's out of his battle armor, dressed in plain clothes, without his sword. That doesn't mean he's defenseless, by any means, but it's odd for him to find himself in such a state, in a place like this.

He walks through the wreckage without any real aim in mind until he catches a glimpse of white wings and heads toward them. He's reminded of Angeal, but as he draws closer, he can see that this isn't Angeal. "Zack?"

He picks his way over the broken rubble and somehow the dream only seems natural. The world's gone to hell and it's probably his fault. He's just gotten so tired of fighting. What's new is the form ahead of him.

With... wings?

His hand finds the hilt of the sword at his back in instinctive response to those wings but then it relaxes. Let's go. No. No, that's Zack. Zack's good. Zack's not going to start lighting things on fire. Zack's -

got a baby?

Okay. That's new.

So Cloud will stop in the ruined doorway.

"Zack?"

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we'll go slow but - Zack? Baby? Cloud is all inquiring minds want to know :\