#interstellar spaces

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Naruto Sci-Fi Week 2020  Dec 4th - ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟﾟ Zero Gravity Kiss / Across the Stars

Chapters: 1/2 Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto) Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Androids, Alternate Universe - Space, Outer Space, Space Flight, IN SPACE!, Spaceships, zero-gravity, space disaster, Space CPR, Near Death, Sasori 34 Deidara 18, Pining, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Eternal vs. Ephemeral Art, Spaces conquered but there’s still a quite a distance for these two to traverse Series: Part 2 of The Lights Will Guide You Home

Summary: Drifting through interstellar space on their way to a mission, Sasori and Deidara are ripped from private introspection by an unexpected rogue planet, spelling near-disaster for their ship. In the aftermath, will Deidara find Sasori ready to start the conquest of spaces that have been expanding between the two of them?

Every so often on their way to a mission, Sasori would bring the ship out of hyperdrive and let it “drift” through deep space. In the vast, unchanging silence of an interstellar void, it was easy to forget that the “drifting” ship was actually hurtling along at 100 million kilometers/galaxy-standard-hour. Here, trillions of kilometers stretched between them and the nearest celestial body. The view outside the cockpit was a gemstone-studded blanket of eternal night, spiraling clusters of pinprick stars etching out the edges of their galaxy.

For all its beauty, the stillness of it always chafed at Deidara.

[myinnerpoet-blog]

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Discovered this gem in a comment on HONY. Written by an early 20th century Welsh poet.