AN; My first post since coming back (as of yesterday night). And since I spent about my entirety of yesterday reading "Clack," I thought I should have my first one be it too. Anyways this is real short, and unfortunately, I think Cloud's despondency is adorably addicting. So anyways...
Disclaimer; Yah, for serious, I do not own FFVII and all it's follow-up components whatnot yada yada, however this story is miiiine as is this Mountain Dew Super Nova (flippin' delicious!)
Written Beginning around 12:49 AM June 9th, finished at 2:01 PM, estimated time taken: 1 hour.
Zack always did like his hair. He marveled at the colour. Of course, he marveled at everything when it came to the younger boy, but at the moment, his attention was taken in by the shimmering gold. It was the colour of straw, but somehow brighter, in an almost metallic sheen. And as unruly and gravity-defying as it was in a chocobo-style (as he fondly referred to it), there were never any knots, it always looked perfect without the use of products, and it was unequivocally soft like the downy feathers of a, well, chocobo.
At the current point in time, Zack was propped up by an elbow as he watched early morning light glisten off the blonde hair, the action that had started the musings of the SOLDIER. Something that didn't belong caught his eye and he reached to remove the bit of cotton fuzz. Blue-blue eyes flickered open and a small moan escaped his lips as he sat up.
"'Morning, Spike."
However Cloud didn't hear him, not that he could really, and proceeded to bury his face in his hands.
All Zack wanted to do was hug the heart wrenching sight, just wrap his arms around him like he used to, and tell him that he didn't need to hurt anymore. But Aerith's voice was calling him and he had to retreat.
Cloud sighed, turning his head to look out his window, running his fingers through his hair, trying to remember the feeling of his best friend's own fingers in the blonde locks. Zack always did like his hair.
