My room is a disaster...
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lykomancerBleg... feeling a bit better having digested on the way home. I swear, my body must think that I hate it.
Geez, I don't want to go to class tomorrow. I'll sell my soul to Satan, God, or anyone in between for it to be canceled. I kinda just want to sleep in, get up, write, and take breaks to pack stuff. (Yeah, one two hour class throws off my entire day. I'm weird like that.)
I realize that I have, like, a daily page limit. When I'm not writing a story, I have to write in here. If I am writing a story, I feel no need to. I'm only doing now because I haven't in a while and feel a little weird about it.
Speaking of writing, I have upped my smut to a trilogy. ^^;; I'll stop there. Damn walking! It makes me contemplate things.
Title: More Sinned Against (sequel to "Quintessence of Dust")
Author: Lykomancer
Pairing: EnvyxEd
Rating: PWP lemon NC-17 (Warnings: yaoi, nonconsensual, chemical [drugs], language)
"I am a man more sinned against than sinning." -William Shakespeare, King Lear, 3.2.57-8
Ed sat bolt-upright in bed, sweat trickling down his back, breathing hard. He glanced around the room, trying to reassure himself and push down the cold fear that squeezed his racing heart. It was just a dream. A dream. He touched his forehead, wiping it dry and pushing his hair back, then swung his feet out of bed and onto the cool floor. He peered across the room at Al's still bulk-- though he did not sleep, precisely, he did rest at night, and sometimes this scared Ed a little... seeing the armor laying so still, it was easy to imagine that Al's animating force had left it--left him-- and that there was no returning it a second time. Tonight it wasn't so bad; it was something familiar to grasp onto in the wake of his nightmare.
Ed grasped the untouched glass of water sitting on the nightstand and wet his lips, looking out the wide windows at the full moon; he stood up, walking toward them, glass in hand. He stared up at the sky for a moment, then unlatched the windows and stepped out onto the rough shingling of the roof. He hesitated a moment, looking back at Al, then crawled the rest of the way out.
He took a deep breath of the night air, feeling the tension drain from his muscles. One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found, no matter how often you had them-- one just became more adept at handling the aftermath. Fresh air and a change of scenery always helped him, drawing his attention away from the nagging anxiety and irrational fear that clung to him sometimes for hours after such a dream. He tipped his head back, tucking his legs up against his chest and resting his elbows on his knees, his glass dangling from one hand. The crab. The twins, Castor and Pollux. Orion the Hunter and Rigel, and there is Canis Major with Sirius flashing in his breast, and there Regulus, the front paw of the lion. He gazed at the sky, easily naming off the constellations and stars, sipping at the water.
He shivered as the wind picked up, and felt his skin crawl in goosebumps and his automail grow colder against his flesh. He remembered one night like this in the late fall, years ago... kneeling on the cold concrete of the front walk, guiding Nina's eyes upward and telling her the names of the celestial bodies, reciting the words in the old language like an invocation.
Ed sighed. This wasn't working like it should; though a sleepiness touched him with its amorphous tentacles, he did not want to risk going back to bed only to be awoken by another nightmare... when the past bites you on the ass, expect no sleep, he thought bitterly. He stood up, brushing the clinging bits of moss from his loose pants absently, and strolled along the roof, passing the other bedroom windows quickly and working his way around the building to a more private area. Lethargy clung to his ankles like weights, slowing his steps and making his knees wobble.
The city spread out below him; the inn was built on a small hill inland, and the rest of the buildings ran down to cluster at the shore. It was a quiet little place, a pleasant town for a rest before heading on to Central to report on his last assignment, and he wished that they could linger. Perhaps, when this is all over... he cut the thought off viciously with an ill-tempered growl and dropped down to sit again and swing his legs over the eaves half-heartedly. Sometimes, it was less painful not to think about the future.
He yawned and took another drink, then set the glass down carefully upside down so that it would not slip from the roof. His fingers were slow and clumsy, and holding it seemed like so much work... Shouldn't fall asleep out here, he thought past the cotton filling his brain, Too cold...get hypothermia. Just the thought of getting up and making his way back to the room filled him with exhaustion. This can't be right! Why am I so tired suddenly? Worry seeped into his breast-- an inexplicable dread-- and he forced himself to try to get up, staggering slightly. What's going on? Al...! He took two unstable steps forward and fell to his knees, panting. He weakly tried to push himself back up, and felt himself unbalanced by the slight incline of the roof. Shit... Ed began to fall, panic pushing back the unnatural sleepiness for a brief second, and then blacked out.
____
Ed woke up slowly, his eyelids feeling as though something was preventing them from rising full-mast. He could hear the soft murmur of voices in the dimly-lit room, and he struggled to place their alarmingly familiar cadences and tones. He was lying on his back on something soft and warm, and with effort, he began to turn his head to try to look around. He wondered why his head felt like it was packed with industrial compressed foam, and sifting through his hazy memories, he realized that he had probably been drugged. Al...oh, Al...I hope you’re...
A face came into his vision like the pale surface of the moon rising on the horizon, a fat finger in its wide mouth, and Ed groaned feebly. The blank white eyes blinked at the noise and leaned in closer, peering down the soft blob of its nose, then glanced over its shoulder. "Lust," it cried in its high-pitched, wavering voice. "Look! He's moving!"
The other Sin leaned over him, her gloved arms crossed under her breasts and a small smile gracing her face. "Oh, good." She dropped one hand to rest on Gluttony's shoulder in a subtle restraining gesture. "I was beginning to get worried... He's no use to us dead."
"I told you he wouldn't die. I knew what I was doing," another voice cut in, and Ed groaned again, his eyes slipping shut. Envy jumped up to perch gracefully on the back of the couch, looking down at the human laying there with a cocky smile. "I know how important he is..." A semi-gloved hand reached down to stroke Ed's face, pushing back strands of hair. "...besides, he' more fun alive anyway."
Ed clenched his teeth and tried to lift his arms-- all I have to do is touch my hands together... This shouldn't be this hard!-- and succeeded in curling his fingers. The muscles in his arm twitched but did not respond, and the automail lay still, pressed between his body and the back of the couch.
One of Lust's elegant eyebrows arched upward at Envy, and her expression changed to mild curiosity and amusement. "Oh?" she asked simply, knowingly. "Is that so?"
Envy shrugged nonchalantly, glancing up through his hair at Lust. His smile didn't change, and his fingers danced along the delicate skin of Ed's lips and down his jaw. "Mmm," he agreed, licking his lips suggestively to get his point across, then laughed.
Lust snickered under her breath, and Gluttony watching this display with the his dead empty eyes, frowned-- it didn't seem fair to the small, squat Sin that he should be forbidden from eating the human, but that it seemed alright when Envy suggested doing it. He tensed, then felt Lust's nails dig into his shoulder. Better not to ask. The eldest was allowed more privileges, he guessed as he watched Ed's frustrated twitchings.
"Well..." Lust drawled, "he's not much use to us like this, either, and it's going to take a while for it to wear off..." Her voice trailed off, and she tilted her head, examining her gloved fingernails coyly. She couldn't quite keep the laughter from her voice. "You're welcome to him, so long as he's still able to create the Stone for us."
Ed tried to protest angrily and failed miserably, gargling incomprehensibly as his lips and tongue refused to cooperate with his effort. "Uuuuggg-eenn uuunn aa’tch...!" What in the hell did they drug me with? And why is it NOT GOING AWAY!? It has to have been a few hours since I woke up...
Envy laughed and tapped him on the nose, delighted by his useless fury. "Watch your language, ochibi-san!" Ed wondered how the Sin could possibly have understood him, and deciding to take advantage of it, he proceeded to string syllables together in an attempt to tell the homunculi exactly what he thought of them...Envy in particular.
Lust snickered again, showing her teeth. "Charming," she commented, "I understand the appeal."
"I knew you would." Envy sat up and spread his hands with a soft chuckle.
"If you want any help..." Lust left the offer hanging as she turned to leave, a gentle pull on Gluttony's shoulder indicating that he should follow.
Ed yelled after them and curling his fingers-- the only motion his limbs seemed to be able to perform...
*yawn*
I should probably stop this and go to bed soon.
Geez, I don't want to go to class tomorrow. I'll sell my soul to Satan, God, or anyone in between for it to be canceled. I kinda just want to sleep in, get up, write, and take breaks to pack stuff. (Yeah, one two hour class throws off my entire day. I'm weird like that.)
I realize that I have, like, a daily page limit. When I'm not writing a story, I have to write in here. If I am writing a story, I feel no need to. I'm only doing now because I haven't in a while and feel a little weird about it.
Speaking of writing, I have upped my smut to a trilogy. ^^;; I'll stop there. Damn walking! It makes me contemplate things.
Title: More Sinned Against (sequel to "Quintessence of Dust")
Author: Lykomancer
Pairing: EnvyxEd
Rating: PWP lemon NC-17 (Warnings: yaoi, nonconsensual, chemical [drugs], language)
"I am a man more sinned against than sinning." -William Shakespeare, King Lear, 3.2.57-8
Ed sat bolt-upright in bed, sweat trickling down his back, breathing hard. He glanced around the room, trying to reassure himself and push down the cold fear that squeezed his racing heart. It was just a dream. A dream. He touched his forehead, wiping it dry and pushing his hair back, then swung his feet out of bed and onto the cool floor. He peered across the room at Al's still bulk-- though he did not sleep, precisely, he did rest at night, and sometimes this scared Ed a little... seeing the armor laying so still, it was easy to imagine that Al's animating force had left it--left him-- and that there was no returning it a second time. Tonight it wasn't so bad; it was something familiar to grasp onto in the wake of his nightmare.
Ed grasped the untouched glass of water sitting on the nightstand and wet his lips, looking out the wide windows at the full moon; he stood up, walking toward them, glass in hand. He stared up at the sky for a moment, then unlatched the windows and stepped out onto the rough shingling of the roof. He hesitated a moment, looking back at Al, then crawled the rest of the way out.
He took a deep breath of the night air, feeling the tension drain from his muscles. One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found, no matter how often you had them-- one just became more adept at handling the aftermath. Fresh air and a change of scenery always helped him, drawing his attention away from the nagging anxiety and irrational fear that clung to him sometimes for hours after such a dream. He tipped his head back, tucking his legs up against his chest and resting his elbows on his knees, his glass dangling from one hand. The crab. The twins, Castor and Pollux. Orion the Hunter and Rigel, and there is Canis Major with Sirius flashing in his breast, and there Regulus, the front paw of the lion. He gazed at the sky, easily naming off the constellations and stars, sipping at the water.
He shivered as the wind picked up, and felt his skin crawl in goosebumps and his automail grow colder against his flesh. He remembered one night like this in the late fall, years ago... kneeling on the cold concrete of the front walk, guiding Nina's eyes upward and telling her the names of the celestial bodies, reciting the words in the old language like an invocation.
Ed sighed. This wasn't working like it should; though a sleepiness touched him with its amorphous tentacles, he did not want to risk going back to bed only to be awoken by another nightmare... when the past bites you on the ass, expect no sleep, he thought bitterly. He stood up, brushing the clinging bits of moss from his loose pants absently, and strolled along the roof, passing the other bedroom windows quickly and working his way around the building to a more private area. Lethargy clung to his ankles like weights, slowing his steps and making his knees wobble.
The city spread out below him; the inn was built on a small hill inland, and the rest of the buildings ran down to cluster at the shore. It was a quiet little place, a pleasant town for a rest before heading on to Central to report on his last assignment, and he wished that they could linger. Perhaps, when this is all over... he cut the thought off viciously with an ill-tempered growl and dropped down to sit again and swing his legs over the eaves half-heartedly. Sometimes, it was less painful not to think about the future.
He yawned and took another drink, then set the glass down carefully upside down so that it would not slip from the roof. His fingers were slow and clumsy, and holding it seemed like so much work... Shouldn't fall asleep out here, he thought past the cotton filling his brain, Too cold...get hypothermia. Just the thought of getting up and making his way back to the room filled him with exhaustion. This can't be right! Why am I so tired suddenly? Worry seeped into his breast-- an inexplicable dread-- and he forced himself to try to get up, staggering slightly. What's going on? Al...! He took two unstable steps forward and fell to his knees, panting. He weakly tried to push himself back up, and felt himself unbalanced by the slight incline of the roof. Shit... Ed began to fall, panic pushing back the unnatural sleepiness for a brief second, and then blacked out.
____
Ed woke up slowly, his eyelids feeling as though something was preventing them from rising full-mast. He could hear the soft murmur of voices in the dimly-lit room, and he struggled to place their alarmingly familiar cadences and tones. He was lying on his back on something soft and warm, and with effort, he began to turn his head to try to look around. He wondered why his head felt like it was packed with industrial compressed foam, and sifting through his hazy memories, he realized that he had probably been drugged. Al...oh, Al...I hope you’re...
A face came into his vision like the pale surface of the moon rising on the horizon, a fat finger in its wide mouth, and Ed groaned feebly. The blank white eyes blinked at the noise and leaned in closer, peering down the soft blob of its nose, then glanced over its shoulder. "Lust," it cried in its high-pitched, wavering voice. "Look! He's moving!"
The other Sin leaned over him, her gloved arms crossed under her breasts and a small smile gracing her face. "Oh, good." She dropped one hand to rest on Gluttony's shoulder in a subtle restraining gesture. "I was beginning to get worried... He's no use to us dead."
"I told you he wouldn't die. I knew what I was doing," another voice cut in, and Ed groaned again, his eyes slipping shut. Envy jumped up to perch gracefully on the back of the couch, looking down at the human laying there with a cocky smile. "I know how important he is..." A semi-gloved hand reached down to stroke Ed's face, pushing back strands of hair. "...besides, he' more fun alive anyway."
Ed clenched his teeth and tried to lift his arms-- all I have to do is touch my hands together... This shouldn't be this hard!-- and succeeded in curling his fingers. The muscles in his arm twitched but did not respond, and the automail lay still, pressed between his body and the back of the couch.
One of Lust's elegant eyebrows arched upward at Envy, and her expression changed to mild curiosity and amusement. "Oh?" she asked simply, knowingly. "Is that so?"
Envy shrugged nonchalantly, glancing up through his hair at Lust. His smile didn't change, and his fingers danced along the delicate skin of Ed's lips and down his jaw. "Mmm," he agreed, licking his lips suggestively to get his point across, then laughed.
Lust snickered under her breath, and Gluttony watching this display with the his dead empty eyes, frowned-- it didn't seem fair to the small, squat Sin that he should be forbidden from eating the human, but that it seemed alright when Envy suggested doing it. He tensed, then felt Lust's nails dig into his shoulder. Better not to ask. The eldest was allowed more privileges, he guessed as he watched Ed's frustrated twitchings.
"Well..." Lust drawled, "he's not much use to us like this, either, and it's going to take a while for it to wear off..." Her voice trailed off, and she tilted her head, examining her gloved fingernails coyly. She couldn't quite keep the laughter from her voice. "You're welcome to him, so long as he's still able to create the Stone for us."
Ed tried to protest angrily and failed miserably, gargling incomprehensibly as his lips and tongue refused to cooperate with his effort. "Uuuuggg-eenn uuunn aa’tch...!" What in the hell did they drug me with? And why is it NOT GOING AWAY!? It has to have been a few hours since I woke up...
Envy laughed and tapped him on the nose, delighted by his useless fury. "Watch your language, ochibi-san!" Ed wondered how the Sin could possibly have understood him, and deciding to take advantage of it, he proceeded to string syllables together in an attempt to tell the homunculi exactly what he thought of them...Envy in particular.
Lust snickered again, showing her teeth. "Charming," she commented, "I understand the appeal."
"I knew you would." Envy sat up and spread his hands with a soft chuckle.
"If you want any help..." Lust left the offer hanging as she turned to leave, a gentle pull on Gluttony's shoulder indicating that he should follow.
Ed yelled after them and curling his fingers-- the only motion his limbs seemed to be able to perform...
*yawn*
I should probably stop this and go to bed soon.
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Date: 2004-05-25 06:29 am (UTC)Re: Ed
Date: 2004-05-25 10:57 am (UTC)