#I’ve been slow on Zack & Seph stuff shdhdhdhd this is still like the heart of the blog lmao

[prismaticpichu]

An arachnophobic Zack watching in awe as Sephiroth, instead of squashing the spider he discovered in his apartment, gingerly releases it on the windowsill.

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“Wow, bud…” Zack sounds almost sheepish. “I didn’t know you liked spiders.”

Sephiroth shrugs, a certain thoughtfulness in his eyes as he tosses the paper towel out. “They’re…. perfectly fine creatures.” Though he is admittedly fascinated by their webbing patterns, yes, he can’t deny that there is more motivating him than simply that. More plucking at him, reaching deeper strings.

A pensive, weary look crosses the warrior’s face, his gaze suddenly heavy with stones of the past. Somewhat faraway. Floating.

Zack’s sheepishness is eclipsed by concern. “Seph? You okay, pal?”

He can never hide things from Zack anymore. Not that he wishes to.

Sephiroth again shrugs, lightly huffing. “There’s countless people and monsters that have fallen by my hand. Almost all of them were in the line of duty. Against my control.” He glances at the window, where the spider has already vanished into the velvet night, free and safe and spared.

“I try to do right when that control is mine.”

Zack watches his friend for several beats, letting a swathe of silence stretch between them. And then he gets up, from the couch where he had taken cover, making his way across the room to pull his friend into a warm, proud hug.

He squeezes tight, a gentle smile pressed into the leather collar.

“…And they called you a Demon.”