Elricest Unfinished Draft
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lykomancerTitle: Kith and Kin
Pairing: Elricest
Words: 2,100
Genre: ...*shrugs helplessly*
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: EoS and movie.
Warnings: Incest, duh.
STATUS: UNFINISHED.
Other notes: This was started for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaltia who requested it, but man, I just don't feel like I got a handle on this at all. I'm going to probably scratch this and start fresh, but I thought you might be curious as to this piece of crap first draft, as it were.
Oh, and I know very little about Nazi Germany so er...yeah...
Silence I ask of the sacred folk…
They almost never spoke of their lives before to anyone else, to the inhabitants of this strange world which had become their home (for home was where the other was, and finally, at long last, the wayward wanderers of life’s hard road had found each other again); those that heard and did not believe—the majority of people—would think them ridiculous, perhaps touched in the head, and would shy away from them nervously as though their madness catching, and those that heard and did believe were, in this time of world war and power-hungriness, potentially even more dangerous.
Even the common man had heard the rumors that the German government was building a weapon to end this and all over wars, with even more destructive potential than tanks or artillery, and many spoke, too, that other countries had joined this terrible arms race, and that it was only a matter of time…
Darker rumors, spoke in sliding whispers in undertone by those scientists fleeing the heartland of Europe for the Britain and America, revealed more: this weapon, whatever it was—and Ed thought grimly of the smoky, gritty impressions of mass death he’d glimpsed within the Gate—toyed with the based building blocks of the universe and tore apart all previous human understanding of the fabric of the cosmos and how it functioned. No one was sure what might happen should this weapon actually be completed—perhaps it would, in fact, light the very sky itself ablaze and burn the air upon which every living thing upon this planet required to live…no one knew, and everyone was afraid.
There were some forces of nature that weren’t to be toyed with, and some outrages against all that was good that weren’t to be tolerated. Humanity was prying at the lid of Pandora’s box of evils, and everyone seemed to believe that this was the only way and that there was no turning back now.
Edward’s preternatural grasp of the foundational concepts of physics, and in particular, his uncanny understanding of the fields of what would later be called nuclear and quantum physics, could have gotten him hired at almost any major scientific laboratory, but the name of Elric—which once was all the qualifications he needed, despite his age, before the Thule Society realized the truth about his father’s dangerous game of infiltration and the secret of that with they called Shambala—was still suspect in Germany and he wanted nothing to do with their weapons or war, especially not when it had been made so clear that not even his homeland beyond the Gate was safe from the bloodlusting, powerhungry harpies of this world.
No, to speak openly of Gates and other worlds, of the true science of alchemy and the principle of equivalent exchange that linked these two universes together was too dangerous these days, for the Nazis seemed to regard no story as too outrageous to hold a grain of truth, and their iron hand was closing down in a stranglehold grip upon most of Europe.
Hear me, all sacred beings…
They lived their lives in Germany in tight little lines; their German carried a slight accent, and that was more than enough, they’d learned, to earn them the unwanted attention of the Ordnungspolizei, especially that of the new recruits, and though the Oberst in command of their area had himself spoken with them the fifth time they were dragged down to their headquarters, he rarely intervened to stop the overly-exuberant new young polizei and explain the Elrics’ official cover story to them unless the office was swamped with more important things to do; he seemed to regard them as an excellent first training tool for his recruits, much to Ed’s seething rage and Al’s utter exasperation.
They did as little as they could to attract attention from the military and stayed out of politics as much as they could without seeming odd, though Ed was far more likely to reach the end of his patience with the exuberant supporters of the National Socialist Party and snap off things his brother would have to quickly apologize for—he couldn’t help but remember the stories of the massacre in Ishbaal, and how, ultimately, it seemed to simply come down to the fact that humans hated and feared those who looked and acted different that they did, even if no one was being hurt by the differences…and people were always looking for a scapegoat, someone to blame, because the idea that the hard reality of life was just the way it was, just the way the coins fell, was too cold and cruel for most to tolerate.
Sometimes after work, when he was tired and had drank too many beers in order to keep his mouth occupied and prevent himself from shouting things that would have him arrested so fast it would make his head spin, all he could remember was the way that Envy had screamed and raged at him, had tried to kill him and nearly succeeded, angry beyond all sense and reason simply because he’d needed someone to hate, needed someone to blame for his misfortune, and had been sunk so deeply in his own pain and delusions that he hadn’t been able to claw his way out, not even in the end.
He walked the few blocks home from the bar carefully, never appearing as drunk as he was—he knew he’d never be able to keep his story straight if he faced inquiry by the police now—and locked the door behind him when he came in. The heavy wool curtains were always already drawn shut and the lamps in the front all turned down to low orange flickers, and his beloved brother gleamed in the low light like the bronzed statue of some young god as he leaned against the curling stair banister, smiling at Ed’s drunkenness even as he moved to help him with his boots and coat, his touch gentle and sure and all the more forbidden in this land where falling in love with the wrong person was a greater crime than murder and the punishment far, far more terrible.
…silence now, I ask, of the kith and kin of Heimdal.
They didn’t speak; there was no need to, not when the dance of their fingers over each others’ bodies said more than words ever could and not when their tongues were better put to other tasks.
Ed fell heavily into his brother’s arms, combing his fingers through the dark blond strands to pull Al’s mouth against his own, his lips bittersweet with honey and hops, and the younger groaned softly—he’d protested a little the first time, but when Ed had backed down, red-faced and unable to meet Al’s confused eyes, he’d realized then that his objections had little to do with what he himself actually wanted and more what he’d felt expected to say…and what he really wanted was exactly what had been offered so generously to him.
Pairing: Elricest
Words: 2,100
Genre: ...*shrugs helplessly*
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: EoS and movie.
Warnings: Incest, duh.
STATUS: UNFINISHED.
Other notes: This was started for
kaltia who requested it, but man, I just don't feel like I got a handle on this at all. I'm going to probably scratch this and start fresh, but I thought you might be curious as to this Oh, and I know very little about Nazi Germany so er...yeah...
Silence I ask of the sacred folk…
They almost never spoke of their lives before to anyone else, to the inhabitants of this strange world which had become their home (for home was where the other was, and finally, at long last, the wayward wanderers of life’s hard road had found each other again); those that heard and did not believe—the majority of people—would think them ridiculous, perhaps touched in the head, and would shy away from them nervously as though their madness catching, and those that heard and did believe were, in this time of world war and power-hungriness, potentially even more dangerous.
Even the common man had heard the rumors that the German government was building a weapon to end this and all over wars, with even more destructive potential than tanks or artillery, and many spoke, too, that other countries had joined this terrible arms race, and that it was only a matter of time…
Darker rumors, spoke in sliding whispers in undertone by those scientists fleeing the heartland of Europe for the Britain and America, revealed more: this weapon, whatever it was—and Ed thought grimly of the smoky, gritty impressions of mass death he’d glimpsed within the Gate—toyed with the based building blocks of the universe and tore apart all previous human understanding of the fabric of the cosmos and how it functioned. No one was sure what might happen should this weapon actually be completed—perhaps it would, in fact, light the very sky itself ablaze and burn the air upon which every living thing upon this planet required to live…no one knew, and everyone was afraid.
There were some forces of nature that weren’t to be toyed with, and some outrages against all that was good that weren’t to be tolerated. Humanity was prying at the lid of Pandora’s box of evils, and everyone seemed to believe that this was the only way and that there was no turning back now.
Edward’s preternatural grasp of the foundational concepts of physics, and in particular, his uncanny understanding of the fields of what would later be called nuclear and quantum physics, could have gotten him hired at almost any major scientific laboratory, but the name of Elric—which once was all the qualifications he needed, despite his age, before the Thule Society realized the truth about his father’s dangerous game of infiltration and the secret of that with they called Shambala—was still suspect in Germany and he wanted nothing to do with their weapons or war, especially not when it had been made so clear that not even his homeland beyond the Gate was safe from the bloodlusting, powerhungry harpies of this world.
No, to speak openly of Gates and other worlds, of the true science of alchemy and the principle of equivalent exchange that linked these two universes together was too dangerous these days, for the Nazis seemed to regard no story as too outrageous to hold a grain of truth, and their iron hand was closing down in a stranglehold grip upon most of Europe.
Hear me, all sacred beings…
They lived their lives in Germany in tight little lines; their German carried a slight accent, and that was more than enough, they’d learned, to earn them the unwanted attention of the Ordnungspolizei, especially that of the new recruits, and though the Oberst in command of their area had himself spoken with them the fifth time they were dragged down to their headquarters, he rarely intervened to stop the overly-exuberant new young polizei and explain the Elrics’ official cover story to them unless the office was swamped with more important things to do; he seemed to regard them as an excellent first training tool for his recruits, much to Ed’s seething rage and Al’s utter exasperation.
They did as little as they could to attract attention from the military and stayed out of politics as much as they could without seeming odd, though Ed was far more likely to reach the end of his patience with the exuberant supporters of the National Socialist Party and snap off things his brother would have to quickly apologize for—he couldn’t help but remember the stories of the massacre in Ishbaal, and how, ultimately, it seemed to simply come down to the fact that humans hated and feared those who looked and acted different that they did, even if no one was being hurt by the differences…and people were always looking for a scapegoat, someone to blame, because the idea that the hard reality of life was just the way it was, just the way the coins fell, was too cold and cruel for most to tolerate.
Sometimes after work, when he was tired and had drank too many beers in order to keep his mouth occupied and prevent himself from shouting things that would have him arrested so fast it would make his head spin, all he could remember was the way that Envy had screamed and raged at him, had tried to kill him and nearly succeeded, angry beyond all sense and reason simply because he’d needed someone to hate, needed someone to blame for his misfortune, and had been sunk so deeply in his own pain and delusions that he hadn’t been able to claw his way out, not even in the end.
He walked the few blocks home from the bar carefully, never appearing as drunk as he was—he knew he’d never be able to keep his story straight if he faced inquiry by the police now—and locked the door behind him when he came in. The heavy wool curtains were always already drawn shut and the lamps in the front all turned down to low orange flickers, and his beloved brother gleamed in the low light like the bronzed statue of some young god as he leaned against the curling stair banister, smiling at Ed’s drunkenness even as he moved to help him with his boots and coat, his touch gentle and sure and all the more forbidden in this land where falling in love with the wrong person was a greater crime than murder and the punishment far, far more terrible.
…silence now, I ask, of the kith and kin of Heimdal.
They didn’t speak; there was no need to, not when the dance of their fingers over each others’ bodies said more than words ever could and not when their tongues were better put to other tasks.
Ed fell heavily into his brother’s arms, combing his fingers through the dark blond strands to pull Al’s mouth against his own, his lips bittersweet with honey and hops, and the younger groaned softly—he’d protested a little the first time, but when Ed had backed down, red-faced and unable to meet Al’s confused eyes, he’d realized then that his objections had little to do with what he himself actually wanted and more what he’d felt expected to say…and what he really wanted was exactly what had been offered so generously to him.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 11:57 am (UTC)The only things I knew for sure about the time period are the parts about the A-bomb, because I am a major chem-geek and am fascinated with the agents of the apocalypse-- bombs, poisons, ans germs. ^___^;;; And I thought that maybe I could wind the ending back toward the idea of the bomb and link it to the Ragnarok, which would fit the prompt you gave me/narrating framework.
*sighs and pokes it a few times* Maybe this isn't completely a lost cause yet...