Disclaimer: FF7 & its' characters belong to Square. This story belongs to me.
A/N: There is something about this pairing that I've been recently drawn to. This fic is a set of six drabbles, mostly from Tseng's perspective, and I think it is my favorite fic I have written thus far.
Music Recommendation: Please play RJD2 - Weather People on repeat during this entire fic.
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Constellations
I. wutian rose
He had been watching her world from afar. It was an assignment Tseng originally hated; he thought it was a waste of his time. But as the years passed, walking inside the church was something he looked forward to.
Her warm smile always greeted him each time he entered. Sometimes they would talk. Often he would just quietly observe her as she worked, growing all kinds of treasures in that enigmatic garden of hers. He remembered the first time he saw flowers unique to his heritage that his aunt had grown while he was a child.
"How can you grow Wutian Roses in this climate?" he asked her.
"That's my secret," she teased handing him a rose. "Keep it."
He faintly smiled at her kindness.
"You remind me of a Wutaian Rose," he said as he took the flower from her. "Full of color and brightness just like the hues of the petals."
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