(can any poor soul blame him? the way he reacted, the way he felt he had to. it was her. he might not have been there long, but....damn it! of course, he didn't like this, he has every reason to not like it.
because he doesn't know how to tell her. that he had gotten her letters, that he had been trying to come home to her. for the last time, and even had given it everything that he had. that he did everything. that he knew at the last moment that he wouldn't be stepping out alive, wasn't it obvious? the world hates men like him, men who never let go of that brightness in them. that don't become jaded shells of themselves.
zack? zack was not the sort to give up, not even once as he felt himself uncertain on what to do. the bindings won't release, that leftover knight wasn't too far behind him. he's trying. frantic, but trying. the machinery creaks closer, a weapon lifted in the air, and he immediately wraps his arms around her to shield her as if expecting any time for it to come down on him.
no! not whenever he's so close to being able to get her out of there no―....the director's shout fills the air. zack almost sighs out of relief whenever the machinery stops. dead. or as dead as it can be for something that would have just about pummeled into him for going off script. who can blame him for this? he almost surely thinks that aerith might not. the mixed emotions aside, he hasn't stopped once in thinking about her back then.
while in death, it hadn't changed for him there, either. he would watch over her in his own way. the one way that he can and hoping for the best whenever his expression shifts. his usual smile isn't there, but it's clear that she's worried. that she also has a fondness to her expression when zack softens up. she's not wrong, he only knows what little he did know because of reno.)
I still don't like it....!
(because it's her. yes, he'd hate it. seeing her bound and tied up like this, script or no script. the director really wasn't happy with him doing this. it isn't his fault he hadn't seen her in years, it also isn't his fault that he felt so strongly about it.)
Reno told me a little, but I don't know everything.
(the title is on the nose, too. he's still a virgin. aerith? by the nature of the resort, he has a guess or two that she's not by this point. he won't ask with who or how it happened. only because he didn't want to think about it. not until he's ready to actually process this strange place and the things it does to people.
though, it did little to stop him from cupping her cheeks. his bare hands, large and worn, resting comfortably against her soft skin. he'll do it for her, since she can't touch him. even if it's for a moment, before he's forced to start this over from the top. he doubts that they'll be allowed to take a proper break.)
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because he doesn't know how to tell her. that he had gotten her letters, that he had been trying to come home to her. for the last time, and even had given it everything that he had. that he did everything. that he knew at the last moment that he wouldn't be stepping out alive, wasn't it obvious? the world hates men like him, men who never let go of that brightness in them. that don't become jaded shells of themselves.
zack? zack was not the sort to give up, not even once as he felt himself uncertain on what to do. the bindings won't release, that leftover knight wasn't too far behind him. he's trying. frantic, but trying. the machinery creaks closer, a weapon lifted in the air, and he immediately wraps his arms around her to shield her as if expecting any time for it to come down on him.
no! not whenever he's so close to being able to get her out of there no―....the director's shout fills the air. zack almost sighs out of relief whenever the machinery stops. dead. or as dead as it can be for something that would have just about pummeled into him for going off script. who can blame him for this? he almost surely thinks that aerith might not. the mixed emotions aside, he hasn't stopped once in thinking about her back then.
while in death, it hadn't changed for him there, either. he would watch over her in his own way. the one way that he can and hoping for the best whenever his expression shifts. his usual smile isn't there, but it's clear that she's worried. that she also has a fondness to her expression when zack softens up. she's not wrong, he only knows what little he did know because of reno.)
I still don't like it....!
(because it's her. yes, he'd hate it. seeing her bound and tied up like this, script or no script. the director really wasn't happy with him doing this. it isn't his fault he hadn't seen her in years, it also isn't his fault that he felt so strongly about it.)
Reno told me a little, but I don't know everything.
(the title is on the nose, too. he's still a virgin. aerith? by the nature of the resort, he has a guess or two that she's not by this point. he won't ask with who or how it happened. only because he didn't want to think about it. not until he's ready to actually process this strange place and the things it does to people.
though, it did little to stop him from cupping her cheeks. his bare hands, large and worn, resting comfortably against her soft skin. he'll do it for her, since she can't touch him. even if it's for a moment, before he's forced to start this over from the top. he doubts that they'll be allowed to take a proper break.)