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[Mako Dreams - Voice / (In)action]

[Soooo he's been quiet for a few days, but as the mako poisoning works its way through his system, Zack's starting to speak out a little. Cue silly incoherent babblings.]

....s... burning...

Spi... urk....

......

...auugh...

....don't..... eat.... my hair.

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[Whaaat? What noise is that? Someone sounds a little... distressed? He shifts on the bed as if trying to sit up, but his directional recognition is kind of skewed so he ends up going sideways more than anything.]

Chocobo's... kwekking... haa...

[Well thank goodness he's awake, although...she puts a hand on one of his shoulders--plz to not throw yourself off the bed, Zack--and forces a grin at his rambling.]

Chocobos? Is that what you dream about? Maybe you should open up a ranch.

Zack. How do you feel?

[Brrr, honey, you've got cold hands D: Zack jerks a bit at the contact, eyes roving around again, then slumps like he hadn't moved at all.]

P... peaches. .... ugh...

[I'm not cold, sweetie, you're burning up. :|]

No, you don't look peachy right now. [At first she tries to figure out what he's looking for--but realizing it's probably nothing, she backs away a little, looking him over.]

[For the second time Zack tries to get up, managing to lift his head off the pillow for a few seconds before flopping back down.]

Nngh... no.... no...?

Not to be too negative about it. At least you're awake!

[Which brings a small, genuine smile that ends up taking over her face. Awake is definitely an improvement. ...fff she doesn't know whether to be upset that you're still not well or thrilled you're making progress.]

[And there's a flicker of clarity long enough for him to recognize the sound of her voice, the emotion that usually comes hand in hand with the tone she's using. And because of that, his lips know exactly what to do.]

...flowers...

[Oh, Zack.]

Mhm, flowers! For you.

[She stands up from the bed, taking the bunch of flowers and threading a pale yellow one out of the arrangement.]

They're not like the ones in the church, though. [She seats herself on the side of the bed.]

[His hand curls in the blankets, stretching out finger by finger towards the spot of yellow she's holding.] Don't... step on...

[She's laughing.] Five years and you remember that? [She suppose she did scold him about that a lot. Faux-scolding tone.] "Don't step on the flowers!" [And then normal.] But you can hold them. [She puts the flower in his grasp.]

[And hold it he does, fingers twining around the stem, a flicker of surprise entering his gaze. The flowers are different, but the smell is the same.

Or maybe it's just her.]

...Aeri...

[It's strange how she feels both twenty-two and seventeen right now, and she finds herself swallowing down butterflies. So relieved that he seems to know her.]

Yeah, it's me. Everything's okay! You're okay. [She finds her hand reaching up to his hair, fingers gently combing through the spikes.] ...feels like a dream...

[He manages another smile, weakly raising his hand to offer out the flower.] O... one gil.

I'm going to be very put out if you sell off my gifts when you're more awake, Zack. [The tone is light and teasing, but her eyes are starting to sting and she shuts them tight as she reaches to take the flower.] No gil. Anything else?

O... one date. [He closes his eyes as well, briefly, trying in vain to banish the mako enough to see her clearly.] Save me...

[Her grip on the flower tightens, crushing the stem, and then she reaches out to loop her free arm beneath his neck as her face goes in his shoulder.]

One date. I'm sorry. I'm--

[She bites her lip.]

One date. Where should we go?

[Zack goes still against her, head bowed to slump against her hair, taking in the scent of it. It's more refreshing than any air he could ever breath, giving him more clarity than he ever thought he could have. He was okay, he was safe. He was with her, and she always made things better, didn't she? It was why he'd chosen to find her, after the escape, after Angeal died, after everything went wrong. She was his refuge, the church was his sanctuary. She always made him feel happy.]

...dunno. Somewhere. After... the rain stops.

[She turns her head slightly, listening for rainfall or anything that sounds like it. But she's not hearing it.]

It's a little dreary today, isn't it?

Raining for hours. [His voice is a mumble against her hair, breath evening out as he relaxes more.] Red rain. Smells good after, though. Flowers...

Red...[Red rain, blood. It had rained so long that day. A few tears slip out.] F-flowers. Think about the flowers. Does it hurt?

...little bit. Not really. Stopped hurting... long time ago. Just... kinda stings, is all... [Is she crying? She's not crying, is she? Shut up, Zack, shut up.]

[She's trying not to. Keeping her eyes away from his.]

...Okay. [Trying to subtly redirect the conversation now.] Mm. And you'll be all better soon.

...Yeah. [Right, all better. All better. All-

...wait-

What had he just said--]

Aerith- Aerith, sorry... I'm sorry...so sorry...

[She shakes her head against him.] I'm fine, Zack. You don't have to apologize to me.

[You're not fooling anyone, dear, he can feel those tears.] You're crying... I made you cry... Aerith...

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