Sorry I'm taking so long in updating um...everything. I haven't been very inspired lately. I'm still here though, I promise. Maybe next time I'll have even managed a real drabble?

Zangeal in 23

Coma – Zack doesn't wake up for two days. It evens out though, because in those same two days, Angeal doesn't sleep once.

Warmth – Angeal's torso is a solid, safe protection against the bitter cold outside of their tent.

Shadows – The moonlight passes over them in bits and pieces, broken by clouds and leaving Angeal's face looking both older and younger simultaneously in the half light.

Sunset – Angeal has never liked sunsets, the deep red preceding the purple of dusk always seemed too symbolic of death and bloodshed. Zack thinks he should just enjoy the colors.

Driven – One of the things that drew him to Zack was the boy's boundless determination that not even his carefree personality could mask.

Motorcycle – There are some things that Zack is simply not allowed to own.

Airport – Angeal's departing flight to Wutai left on time, leaving Zack feeling empty. His return flight was delayed for five hours. Zack does not like airports.

Window – If not for the rather nice, thick set of curtains they now possess, a good deal of the First Class would have probably been granted a view of Zack's backside as he was pressed up against the wall.

Angel – Of all the little things Zack likes to sleepily and endearingly call Angeal, there is one thing he knows better than to attempt.

Roses – Angeal and Zack are not exactly followers of traditional romance. Zack has never once received something like flowers from his lover…and he's actually quite openly relieved by this.

Innocence – Even after surviving countless battles, deaths, hostage situations and everything in between, Zack's air of youthful zeal stands strong.

Imagination – Sometimes Angeal isn't sure where Zack gets the majority of his theories.

Options – Zack had better think twice if he plans on going out wearing either of the outfits he has laid out…

Nurturing – Angeal has the tendency to coddle. Zack has the tendency to pretend he is annoyed by it.

Passion – For someone who manages to remain so stoic around most everyone, Angeal is surprisingly receptive once most everyone is no longer present.

Picturesque – Zack's never really joined in on the conversations others in his unit will have about their idle life after their service is over…a nice house, a pretty wife, a couple kids…Zack just isn't sure how he'd fit Angeal into that picture…he's very sure that he isn't willing to though.

Reflection – Angeal can't help but smile as Zack's face appears just behind him in the mirror.

Festive – No, Zack, Angeal would not like to tie anything there. Not even a bow. And not even for the holiday.

Creation – Zack has been cooking, which would account for what looks like the larval stage of one of Hojo's nastier experiments oozing onto a serving platter on the table.

Lick – Zack may not be able to get that last attack just right, but he's perfected the move he's performing now…it's a pity it won't really be bringing down that many enemy soldiers…at least it had better not…

Hurt – Zack smiles up at Cloud's horrified face and notes dimly that his own death didn't seem to bring him near as much pain as Angeal's had.

Rain – Not even the sheets of water that are pouring down on the both of them can quite flatten Zack's hair. And despite the almost painful driving force of the storm, Angeal can't help but smile at that.

Sneeze – Because it is part of their job description, Angeal is required to let Zack plow through his fair share of broken bones, gaping wounds, concussions, lacerations, bruising and even burning. But a cold is not anywhere in the handbook and as his mentor, Angeal is completely capable of forcing him back to bed with a cup of soup and a box of tissues.

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