I don't own Galaxy Rogue.
Call me hopeless, or call the Bebop soundtrack heavenly.
Playlist as expected:
Cowboy Bebop OST2- Green Bird
(Found as usual on Youtube. Gotta love it! Don't own Cowboy Bebop, as usual…)
(The format on this one got shot dead as well. Blame FFnet, not me. There were spaces in between, but FFnet hates me and won't keep them. Also sorry if it gave multiple updates..)
There wasn't anything much more beautiful than a sweet memory.
Sometimes he would sit down and begin to think, deeply.
He would re-enact those moments with a smile.
Just like a child.
Even on the opposite side of the galaxy, everything seemed as close as yesterday.
A chorus of gunshots, the singing of blades...
Even breathing and the deep silence of contemplation.
Eventually they would meet in his memories.
When new memories were made, it was surreal.
Replay.
"You coming out?"
The other man would call from behind his pillar.
"Are you?"
He would ask back, and then both would appear.
It was the mechanics, and it never got boring.
Guns were cast aside.
Sometimes, swords too.
Thoughts were forbidden.
They would stare at one another, and watch.
What they were seeing, only they knew.
A puzzle, possibly.
"What?"
Was asked the first time, to which he responded.
"I'm observing a human."
The man grinned.
"Me too."
His favorite memories.
"When are you going to move?"
Seed would smile then.
"Whenever you are."
Zegram grins, playful.
"Well aren't you original."
That was Seed's first sarcastic comeback.
He thanked his mind for being able to remember things so clearly.
They're first genuine touch was on the shoulders.
It traveled into an embrace.
True to their words, they moved when the other did.
The world really was full of surprises.
"You're a lot softer than people take you."
Zegram stated calmly, not hesitant in the least.
"Could say the same for you."
Their lips matched softly and perfectly.
No one was in a rush.
"How far is this going?"
Seed asked the first time, to which Zegram responded:
"Does it matter?"
Many times, they would find themselves fighting one moment and curled together the next.
"Fuck." Zegram cursed, pulling away reluctlantly.
Seed didn't let him get far and rested his forehead against the others.
"What?"
The man beneath him smiled sheepishly,
"I was supposed to help with getting that second artifact today…"
Seed shrugged and said nonchantly,
"I guess it'll have to wait."
He stared into the others surprised eyes and grinned.
"Fuck," Seed cursed, the word foreign to him, "We're hopeless aren't we?"
Zegram smiled fondly and merely pulled Seed down to have him closer.
"Does it matter?"