008 || tea for two?

[lottato_prima]

Zack's strength of mind hasn't been at its peak lately, which may explain his absence from the consciousness of others.

As it was, the former SOLDIER was secluded in a web of emerald wisps and crystals, cocooned in the center by an even thicker web and two white wings surrounding his form. His eyes were closed, head bowed, the rest of his body also concealed by the maze of webs. So he... hasn't been able to meld himself entirely cohesive yet, but he's getting there. There's no telling what the rest of his body looks like, trapped in that mess.

If you dare to approach, he'll glance up briefly, quietly. He's studying you, wanting to know the reasons why you would come deep into the Lifestream like this, to talk to a forgotten, deceased SOLDIER.

And he'll welcome the company.

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drive by before I disappear again

[findmyownreason]

Maybe because he's not forgotten. Because as long as Cloud lives, and as long as the children he's raising live, someone's going to remember.

Because heroes need to be remembered.

But so do friends. Especially friends.

Cloud might be a little twitchy about the Lifestream and mako green these days but it doesn't stop his somehow solid footsteps or cause them to hesitate. He'd search right to the center of the Planet to find Zack if that was what was needed. And his one word greeting holds all of it as he works his way carefully past the green, eyes never leaving his friend.

"Zack?"

[nohometown]

In Sephiroth's time, Zack isn't dead. He became the heart of SOLDIER, after Angeal...

After Angeal.

Zack doesn't smile as much or as openly as he used to, but he still smiles. He makes others smile. SOLDIER's heart: Sephiroth supposes he is only SOLDIER's head, then, a mind without a heart. He walks through the light of the Lifestream, the color of Mako, the color of his eyes. He reaches up a hand to touch its glow with his leather glove, but it leaves no mark. It lets him pass.

He pauses at the sight of Zack. He doesn't like the sight of those wings. He doesn't think he'll ever again see a person with wings, in life or art, without feeling slightly cold. "Zack," he says, turning his head slightly to one side, in his way of asking for an explanation without actually asking.

[drinkandforget]

She approaches without fear, because this is where she belongs: the end of everything, the place everything melts back into nothing.

No; this is even beyond her river. This is more like the galaxy cauldron, which Galaxia hopes to control. She notes it, but without fear. And she notes the man who seems to be immersed in it.

Even she, a senshi, feels a strange sense of awe, here.

"You've come to the end of your struggles," she tells the man caught in the web. "Why do you still thrash about?"

[isomorphology]

Quorra stops short when she sees him studying her. She still hasn't gotten a true understanding of how dreaming works. She glances around, looking at the emerald streams and glows, keeping her hands close as she won't touch them. Even if she's curious beyond measure and it's written on her face.