Achey Breaky ... Skull? (Active!)
Character(s): Aerith Gainsborough (ffffflowers) & Zack Fair (soldierpup)
Location: Platform Nine, Train Six, Compartment Twelve.
Content: He's got a headache; she's got the cure. Plus, you know, talking.
Warnings: N/A?
There were a lot of things Aerith understood, more things she didn't, and even more she could only begin to grasp. She knew how it felt to think so long and hard with only a headache to show for it; and she understood in ways he couldn't understand (not yet, and she wasn't sure how to tell him, if she ought to at all) what, just what was plaguing him, and how far it went. Or, almost how far.
It was almost enough to make her head hurt, and Aerith tried to shake the thoughts out as she hurried her pace toward his compartment. If she knew anything, could find resolve in any conclusion, it was this: she couldn't leave Zack alone with this.
Once at the door, she knocked. "Is it open, or are you going to let me in? You aren't allergic to ... acetaminophen, right?"
Location: Platform Nine, Train Six, Compartment Twelve.
Content: He's got a headache; she's got the cure. Plus, you know, talking.
Warnings: N/A?
There were a lot of things Aerith understood, more things she didn't, and even more she could only begin to grasp. She knew how it felt to think so long and hard with only a headache to show for it; and she understood in ways he couldn't understand (not yet, and she wasn't sure how to tell him, if she ought to at all) what, just what was plaguing him, and how far it went. Or, almost how far.
It was almost enough to make her head hurt, and Aerith tried to shake the thoughts out as she hurried her pace toward his compartment. If she knew anything, could find resolve in any conclusion, it was this: she couldn't leave Zack alone with this.
Once at the door, she knocked. "Is it open, or are you going to let me in? You aren't allergic to ... acetaminophen, right?"