Catch Me
Title: Catch Me
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Zack/Aerith
Rating: G
Summary: For wei_jiangling who asked for Zack/Aerith and falling from the sky. Apologies, as it's not much, just a drabble.
Growing up in the slums of Midgar, Aerith was accustomed to things falling from the sky. Sometimes they were unwelcome, like rubble or discarded machinery. More often, at least in the safety of the church, they were natural things like rain and shafts of sunlight.
Never before had she seen a person fall from the sky.
The man landed with a resounding thump on the old wood floor, frighteningly still in the light filtering through the stained-glass windows. When the dust settled she could see that he was tall, and handsome, with strong features and jet black hair. Standing up in shortish spikes around his head, that hair was the most active thing about him, unconscious as he was. She had a feeling his personality would match, and prove just as irrepressible.
So it was that she called out to him, fully expecting he would wake, no matter how unlikely it should be to fall from such a height unscathed. She didn’t expect him to flatter her outrageously, or to offer her a date within mere moments of knowing her name. Even her laughing dismissal didn’t seem to put him off for long.
Nor did her unknowing remarks about SOLDIER.
And she was glad, because standing there in the park it was her turn to fall, stumbling into eyes bluer than any sky she’d ever seen, his lips brushing hers to keep her grounded until she found her feet again.
Edit: Darn, forgot to cut, fixing it now... sorry sorry!
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Zack/Aerith
Rating: G
Summary: For wei_jiangling who asked for Zack/Aerith and falling from the sky. Apologies, as it's not much, just a drabble.
Growing up in the slums of Midgar, Aerith was accustomed to things falling from the sky. Sometimes they were unwelcome, like rubble or discarded machinery. More often, at least in the safety of the church, they were natural things like rain and shafts of sunlight.
Never before had she seen a person fall from the sky.
The man landed with a resounding thump on the old wood floor, frighteningly still in the light filtering through the stained-glass windows. When the dust settled she could see that he was tall, and handsome, with strong features and jet black hair. Standing up in shortish spikes around his head, that hair was the most active thing about him, unconscious as he was. She had a feeling his personality would match, and prove just as irrepressible.
So it was that she called out to him, fully expecting he would wake, no matter how unlikely it should be to fall from such a height unscathed. She didn’t expect him to flatter her outrageously, or to offer her a date within mere moments of knowing her name. Even her laughing dismissal didn’t seem to put him off for long.
Nor did her unknowing remarks about SOLDIER.
And she was glad, because standing there in the park it was her turn to fall, stumbling into eyes bluer than any sky she’d ever seen, his lips brushing hers to keep her grounded until she found her feet again.
Edit: Darn, forgot to cut, fixing it now... sorry sorry!