Recovering
Jun. 12th, 2005 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerOk. I cried; I ate; I bathed; I feel a little more sane, although not by much. I'm waiting for Wendy to get done bathing, and then I'll kick it up into high gear again.
In the meantime, I drabbled, because there's nothing better that I could be doing, right? *looks around at the disaster area* Well. It made me feel better, anyway, although I did want to write something a lot longer with these two.
Title: Loss and Longing
Pairing: ...it's better if you don't know going into it. *laughs*
Rating: PG
Spoilers: End of series!
Words: 500
Notes: Fluffy, sweet ficcage, although it is pretty damned weird.
The cool metal fingers drifted through blond hair, taking their time, and the owner of said fingers pressed closer, watching his companion; the smaller's gaze belied an intensity matched by only one other that blond had seen before, in one other person...
The one person that had touched both of their lives so deeply that those left in his wake were helpless to do anything but seek out each others' miserable company, remembering and not-remembering, aching and seething and crying out lonely and hurting in the dew-cold grass under the full moon.
On nights like this, that person was like the distant moon...attainable if only hands could be stretched out to embrace warm flesh and hard steel, and eyes half-closed and deluded in the dark to see what they wanted to see.
The blond pulled the other closer, hand wrapped around the inhuman wrist, and he went willingly, letting himself be pulled into the sanctuary of the cinnamon-scented crimson coat to cuddle close, purring like a contented kitten. There was an edge to him still, even like this, a harsh jaggedness that electrified the air, and the blond shifted under his weight, golden eyes glowing in the dim light reflected from the metal shoulder, pleased.
That muted anger, slicking the other's pale skin like a sheen of sweat, was so close to his determination and tempestuous temper, so like the sour teeth-on-edge note of his frustration and ambition and exasperation...
The blond's mouth quirked up in a smirk, rolling the flavor of it across his tongue before licking it over his lips, smoothing it on like balm on aching, chapped skin, and he wrapped his arms around the smaller, heavier boy, feeling the steel joints catch his clothes and bite at his flesh, feeling the other gasp softly and then growl, eyes narrowing briefly.
"You look..." he said in his growling, rasping voice as he looked up. ...just like him... "...fucking perfect." He reached up again to toy with the long, thick gold bangs, using his real hand this time.
Al nodded, leaning into the caress. He brought Wrath's other hand up to his lips, kissing the steel knuckles slowly, reverently. The smell of it was comforting, and he nuzzled against the metal for a moment, savoring the slight hum of the electricity within it. It dragged something-- something unspeakable and unspoken-- slow across his soul like the edge of a razor... not quite a memory, but something, something painfully familiar, loved and lost and longed for. But he smiled again, forcing the confident grin onto his face, feeling for the compliment in those words and trying not to hear the ones that Wrath hadn't said.
"You are..." he responded with a soft sigh. ...so like him, in so many ways... "...perfect."
The moon rose higher, bathing the two below in its pale golden glow as they embraced, seeking one that they could no longer find anyplace other than in each other.
Prefect timing. I hear Wendy now.
In the meantime, I drabbled, because there's nothing better that I could be doing, right? *looks around at the disaster area* Well. It made me feel better, anyway, although I did want to write something a lot longer with these two.
Title: Loss and Longing
Pairing: ...it's better if you don't know going into it. *laughs*
Rating: PG
Spoilers: End of series!
Words: 500
Notes: Fluffy, sweet ficcage, although it is pretty damned weird.
The cool metal fingers drifted through blond hair, taking their time, and the owner of said fingers pressed closer, watching his companion; the smaller's gaze belied an intensity matched by only one other that blond had seen before, in one other person...
The one person that had touched both of their lives so deeply that those left in his wake were helpless to do anything but seek out each others' miserable company, remembering and not-remembering, aching and seething and crying out lonely and hurting in the dew-cold grass under the full moon.
On nights like this, that person was like the distant moon...attainable if only hands could be stretched out to embrace warm flesh and hard steel, and eyes half-closed and deluded in the dark to see what they wanted to see.
The blond pulled the other closer, hand wrapped around the inhuman wrist, and he went willingly, letting himself be pulled into the sanctuary of the cinnamon-scented crimson coat to cuddle close, purring like a contented kitten. There was an edge to him still, even like this, a harsh jaggedness that electrified the air, and the blond shifted under his weight, golden eyes glowing in the dim light reflected from the metal shoulder, pleased.
That muted anger, slicking the other's pale skin like a sheen of sweat, was so close to his determination and tempestuous temper, so like the sour teeth-on-edge note of his frustration and ambition and exasperation...
The blond's mouth quirked up in a smirk, rolling the flavor of it across his tongue before licking it over his lips, smoothing it on like balm on aching, chapped skin, and he wrapped his arms around the smaller, heavier boy, feeling the steel joints catch his clothes and bite at his flesh, feeling the other gasp softly and then growl, eyes narrowing briefly.
"You look..." he said in his growling, rasping voice as he looked up. ...just like him... "...fucking perfect." He reached up again to toy with the long, thick gold bangs, using his real hand this time.
Al nodded, leaning into the caress. He brought Wrath's other hand up to his lips, kissing the steel knuckles slowly, reverently. The smell of it was comforting, and he nuzzled against the metal for a moment, savoring the slight hum of the electricity within it. It dragged something-- something unspeakable and unspoken-- slow across his soul like the edge of a razor... not quite a memory, but something, something painfully familiar, loved and lost and longed for. But he smiled again, forcing the confident grin onto his face, feeling for the compliment in those words and trying not to hear the ones that Wrath hadn't said.
"You are..." he responded with a soft sigh. ...so like him, in so many ways... "...perfect."
The moon rose higher, bathing the two below in its pale golden glow as they embraced, seeking one that they could no longer find anyplace other than in each other.
Prefect timing. I hear Wendy now.
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Date: 2005-06-12 02:42 pm (UTC)OW FUCKIN' SQUICK! XD *pwnd, but pwnd well*
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Date: 2005-06-12 02:51 pm (UTC)I should make a profession out of squicking you out; it seems that I do it often and well.
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Date: 2005-06-12 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-12 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-12 03:21 pm (UTC)And here I'm not even writing anything bad yet...not like that Envy/Hughes fic I wrote a while back.Now you're gonna have me trying to freak you out.no subject
Date: 2005-06-12 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-12 08:21 pm (UTC)Not squick, really- but sort of a "Wait- what?" kind of feeling that never really smooths itself over. It's got an uneasy sense to it- which is good, I think, considering what's going on in the fic. *reads it over again* Yes. Good. Like. ^__^
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Date: 2005-06-12 10:03 pm (UTC)ow OW!
Date: 2005-06-12 10:12 pm (UTC)seeking one that they could no longer find anyplace other than in each other.
*dies laughing*
Date: 2005-06-12 10:17 pm (UTC)...I swear, you people! This is is mild and fluffy and cute compared to some stuff I write! Tsk, tsk! If you think this is bad, you're gonna hate me when I go on another terrible, wonderul Ed-rape binge...
Re: *dies laughing*
Date: 2005-06-12 11:50 pm (UTC)OMG I LOOOVE IT!
Date: 2005-06-13 02:02 pm (UTC)The reason I am on here as anonymous is because for some reason my computer won't let me log in. Dammit
By the way, would you mind reading and reviewing my fanfic?
It is Ed/Roy fluff, nothing serious. And not nearly as shocking as yours,lmao!
My livejournal name is Kumiko_kun, and my fic is posted on the FMA fanfiction community (duh) if you want to read it! TimCHell posted it for me (you should check out her fanfics too) and it is titled "Right Where I Want You". I would really appreciate a few critiques from someone like yourself who is so skilled, because I know I am not to good.
Please read and review it!
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Date: 2005-06-13 02:22 pm (UTC)Beautifully done.
Squeee!
Date: 2005-06-13 02:33 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=lykomancer&keyword=My+Own+Stuff&filter=all
I trade you. You find me a link to your story and I'd be more than happy to review. Keep in mind that I do professional-style reviews and will be anal retentive and nit-picky and point out the negative as well as the positive. If you can't take a real critique, you're better off not asking me. ^__^;;;
But I'd be happy to, otherwise!
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Date: 2005-06-13 02:38 pm (UTC)They try to fit each other even though they know the edges of their Ed shaped holes won't match, clinging together to chase the shadows and memories that are all they have left.
And THAT is a beautiful line/way of putting that. *drools*
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Date: 2005-06-13 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 09:17 pm (UTC)And THAT is a beautiful line/way of putting that. *drools*
Thanks. *smiles* If you like, you're welcome to have it.
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Date: 2005-07-01 09:42 am (UTC)