Apr. 21st, 2008

karanguni: (RUFUS' clothes)
I swore to myself that I wouldn't add on to the Unnamed Series That Zack and Tseng Share, but a friend helped me out with something and I ended up writing a drabble to pay her back -- tadah! Tseng's point of view, this time, set just after Cream and Bastards.

Back at del Sol; Tseng/Zack (sort of), PG (sort of), Crisis Core spoilers (sort of). The worst part of it all is that Tseng knows they have to be out here.

882 words.

This isn't so much surveillance duty as it is exile. )

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax