@zerith-week / day 6: bittersweet
(me coming out from under a rock to follow @ffviifandomcalendar @ff7zinenews and @ff7central jesus christy where have i been) i'm late to the party but at least i'm here !! a;lsdfkjaskl have a little fic vignette for today's prompt, you can find a bunch more collected here on AO3
timeline · ff7 chronology project
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this side of paradise july [ ν ] - εγλ 0001
“So is this goodbye, then?”
A concrete and metal nighttime sieves a stifled quiet through the chipped red paint and bent triangle shapes of construction tower scraps, all piled up just outside the park perimeter. Aerith hugs her knees. She peers down through lowered lashes, from the top of the green dome slide, hating Zack’s SOLDIER pauldrons, hating the fist-clench on her heart more. His phone is ringing again. The echo bounces only to bury itself in the sandbox. Nighttime creaks the chains of two playground swings, or it’s Zack’s hands, not pushing but gently pulling her back and forth. She scuffs her heel against a tiny rise of brick. Her arms crossed, face upturned. His phone silent again, his shadow blurring. He’s in a squat with his arms folded and propped on her knees, he’s smiling like he’s trying to, mako-bright eyes searching for hers and their half-Cetra pierce.
“Sunshine,” he says, “you can’t get rid of me that easy.”
