// closed for @adelicatefleur
Finishing work on the fourth and ( hopefully ) final flower wagon, Zack straightened up with sawdust shavings in his hair and paint on his face. He’d held out hope long and hard and fought tooth and nail to be here, and years later, deaths later, mutual trips to the lifestream later, it was finally happening.
Midgar full of flowers.
Well.
Edge full of flowers.
Close enough.
They’d both been ejected from the lifestream, no catches, no caveats, just another Chance™. The world wasn’t ending, the people around them weren’t dying untimely deaths, it was just...normalcy. Okay, that might have been pushing it. People literally rode giant yellow birds around vaguely hallucinatory rainbow tracks and called it sport. It was as normal as things could get.
“-- Finished!” he called through to Aerith. “-- Come take a look! What d’you think?”
