[open] if you could only see

[exsoldier]

Who: Zack & YOU, plus some closed prompts!
When: Throughout Aguril
Where: Throughout Aefenglom and the Wilde
What: August catch-all: quests, Zack going feral, red string spell stuff
Warnings: Violence due to going feral

[ prompts are in the comments below! if you want a specific starter for anything, you can pm me or hit me up over at demonology! ]

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[supersoldier]

[He seems whole and hale enough, though no doubt experiencing the heavy weight of a post-full moon hangover that hits hardest when one isn't used to the experience. Sephiroth, too, feels a twinge at his temples, a dull throb that he's learned to ignore with willful stubbornness, but he can only imagine that Zack's assessment is a correct one. He probably does feel like he's been run over by a truck.

Still, better than the alternative. Better than finding himself in trouble, having torn someone else to shreds in the thrall of his feral form; Sephiroth remembers the thrashing and fighting and snarling, such a stark contrast to what he sees now. Now's it's only Zack as he knows him, with a few feathered changes subtly dotting his form.]

The guest room. This is the house that I live in now.

[So strange, still, to say the word "house" and claim it as his own. But ever since his prior housemates have disappeared, the space has been fully his to claim -- not that he's done much with it. What a barren and spartan place, with no sense of personality or personal touch. Then again, it is only a guest room, impeccably neat and beyond reprimand, at least.]

Do you remember what happened last night?

[exsoldier]

[ The house that Sephiroth lives in. For as strange as it might be for Sephiroth to say those words, it's almost just as strange for Zack to hear them. Despite the friendship they'd forged while both in SOLDIER, never once had Zack seen Sephiroth's quarters. He's pretty sure the same could be said for any other member of SOLDIER, save for maybe Genesis and Angeal. And even then...

With a grunt, Zack pushes himself up until he's sitting rather than half-laying. He sets his hands in his lap, curls his fingers and then stretches them out again. The skin there is just a little harder than it should be.

The question Sephiroth asks snaps him out of it, and his head tilts up as he tries to think back. A lot of it is a confused mess of a blur. He remembers smells (lilacs and gooseberries) and sounds (a low, wolfish growl) more than actual details, at first.

Thinking back on it makes his head feel like it might split open. ]

I... bits and pieces, I know I...

[ Lost control. Fell prey to the very thing he'd been warned about, because he hadn't been careful. More jolted memories flash into his mind, causing a groan to escape from between his lips as his head dips forward. He lifts up both hands to his temples, draws them back through his hair and —

Over feathers.

Zack freezes for a moment before he lets his hands fall back to his sides. His eyes open again and he sends a piercing stare across the room to where Sephiroth sits. ]

How much has changed?

[ It's not like he's got access to a mirror. ]