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♥ to [livejournal.com profile] voksen for being my enabler and beta! First Gundam Wing fic! I'm only, y'know, about a decade late to this fandom, that's all! :D :D :D Second in the Honourable Men triple bill.

The Old Lie

Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Treize, Zechs (13, 6)
Rating: PG
Summary: All men graduate from one history to another.

1984 (ha!) words and past-fic everywhere!

'And to your unreasonable expectations, Lord Khushrenada,' Zechs replies with a private smile, as they drink to oxymorons great and small. )
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Twenty days gone and I haven't touched this journal - why? I'LL TELL YOU WHY.

GUNDAM WING. JAsklfasfj. Nignghghhh. I put off picking up this series for so long, and now that I have eaten it whole in the last two weeks, my head has exploded and I want to sacrifice my first-born children to Okiayu Ryutarou and Koyasu Takehito. TREIZE AND ZECHS. Oh god. Can you say happy mindfuck evil best friends fighting wars WARS big machines BANG BANG BANG. I... I need to go get a calculator now. What's five multiplied by six multiplied by thirteen? That number is going to be my One True Integer now, or something. It's so beautiful that I am incapable of writing complete and coherent paragraphs. Oh, oh, Gundamn Wing. I may be ten years too late and then some, but at least I have caught the late train in. \o/

In other words, life actually has re-started. And not in the gawking-at-Okada-in-SP kind of way. Back to school and I haven't touched anything even vaugely fannish outside of GW; I'm doing research papers - general research papers - on polytheism and monotheism that will have my self-completing a, uh, uh, uh, comparative religion course vis-a-vis haunting my local library by the time I'm done. OR SOMETHING. \o/ At least I get to blabber on about an author I love for my literature paper. OH JOY, and fuzzy redlining.

Braaaaaains. So many things to write, so little time. WHERE IS THE PRESSURE. Also, can anyone recommend any good music?

 

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