Another one bites the dust...
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lykomancerTitle: Day Star
Words: ~450
Genre: Gen—Angst, Hohenheim and pre-Envy Envy-centric
Rating: G
Spoilers: Wholesale, for the entire series
Notes: I refuse on principle to use "Hohenheim Junior" or "Hojo," so pre-Envy Envy got rechristened. This also allows me to make multileveled connections and tie-ins later, so...
Oh, yeah. And this is intended as a flash-back type scene that fits after my last Hoho-drabble, which is why it's in present tense.
And as a side note, for those of you interested, keep an eye on my listed music. I'm making sure that I pick songs that go with these pieces just for the fun of it. ^_^
"That stuff is highly dangerous, you know."
The young man glances up from his work, focusing on the man in the doorway of the lab, and he smiles-- a slow softening of his features, rich and sweet as warm honeyed milk-- still swirling the questionable contents of the flask absently in steady flicks of his wrist. He shrugs lazily, rolling his shoulder and waving his father's anxiety off with his free hand.
"I know," he acknowledges, still smiling. He had been working with the compound for a number of months, ever since he returned from his research trip in Xing, coming back with endless notes on various new alchemical processes and arrays, and tantalizing hints of a formula for immortality that he simply couldn't let rest. "But there's something in this. All of the oldest and most reliable sources all concern some usage of cinnabar. We've been over this."
Hohenheim sighs, stepping into the lab, which is immaculate despite the flurry of activity that had been taking place since the whirlwind of his son had come back with the new foreign ideas driving his every step and breath. The young man was zealous in his dedication to alchemy, and that zeal stretched even to keeping his workspace perfectly spotless. "Lucas..."
"Don't worry so much; I'm careful!" Lucas laughs, and Hohenheim's chest aches at the sound of it-- beloved and familiar, his golden child's high-spirited song. He doesn't want to chastise the boy; he knows how much this means to him. He knows the darker side of his son's heart-- the part that always feels that he isn't good enough, that he can't keep up, that he will always live in his father's shadow and achieve nothing on his own; he lived in the fear that he would always be riding Hohenheim's coattails, and he both hated and loved the favors he got, not through recognition of his own work, but through the name of his father.
It's not that Lucas was a bad alchemist; no, it's worse, for he was a good one, but even the brightest star was lost in the blaze of the sun, and Hohenheim didn’t know how to remedy the situation...his actions to get the young man's talent noticed was misinterpreted as Daddy's endless interference by Lucas and nepotism by others...but he was hurt and worried by the boy's crippling jealousy. He had to move past that, or it would end up killing him…if not in body, then in heart.
Wrath was cruel, and anger outrageous; but no one was able to stand before envy.
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Last line is adapted from Proverbs 27:4
Cinnabar, HgS, is, like all mercury compounds, highly toxic. The Chinese were very aware of the poisonous properties of most of their alchemical concoctions, especially those that promised immortality, leading Kristofer Schipper to note in The Taoist Body that "...the final act of the Taoist search for immortality may very well imply suicide."
Words: ~450
Genre: Gen—Angst, Hohenheim and pre-Envy Envy-centric
Rating: G
Spoilers: Wholesale, for the entire series
Notes: I refuse on principle to use "Hohenheim Junior" or "Hojo," so pre-Envy Envy got rechristened. This also allows me to make multileveled connections and tie-ins later, so...
Oh, yeah. And this is intended as a flash-back type scene that fits after my last Hoho-drabble, which is why it's in present tense.
And as a side note, for those of you interested, keep an eye on my listed music. I'm making sure that I pick songs that go with these pieces just for the fun of it. ^_^
"That stuff is highly dangerous, you know."
The young man glances up from his work, focusing on the man in the doorway of the lab, and he smiles-- a slow softening of his features, rich and sweet as warm honeyed milk-- still swirling the questionable contents of the flask absently in steady flicks of his wrist. He shrugs lazily, rolling his shoulder and waving his father's anxiety off with his free hand.
"I know," he acknowledges, still smiling. He had been working with the compound for a number of months, ever since he returned from his research trip in Xing, coming back with endless notes on various new alchemical processes and arrays, and tantalizing hints of a formula for immortality that he simply couldn't let rest. "But there's something in this. All of the oldest and most reliable sources all concern some usage of cinnabar. We've been over this."
Hohenheim sighs, stepping into the lab, which is immaculate despite the flurry of activity that had been taking place since the whirlwind of his son had come back with the new foreign ideas driving his every step and breath. The young man was zealous in his dedication to alchemy, and that zeal stretched even to keeping his workspace perfectly spotless. "Lucas..."
"Don't worry so much; I'm careful!" Lucas laughs, and Hohenheim's chest aches at the sound of it-- beloved and familiar, his golden child's high-spirited song. He doesn't want to chastise the boy; he knows how much this means to him. He knows the darker side of his son's heart-- the part that always feels that he isn't good enough, that he can't keep up, that he will always live in his father's shadow and achieve nothing on his own; he lived in the fear that he would always be riding Hohenheim's coattails, and he both hated and loved the favors he got, not through recognition of his own work, but through the name of his father.
It's not that Lucas was a bad alchemist; no, it's worse, for he was a good one, but even the brightest star was lost in the blaze of the sun, and Hohenheim didn’t know how to remedy the situation...his actions to get the young man's talent noticed was misinterpreted as Daddy's endless interference by Lucas and nepotism by others...but he was hurt and worried by the boy's crippling jealousy. He had to move past that, or it would end up killing him…if not in body, then in heart.
Wrath was cruel, and anger outrageous; but no one was able to stand before envy.
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Last line is adapted from Proverbs 27:4
Cinnabar, HgS, is, like all mercury compounds, highly toxic. The Chinese were very aware of the poisonous properties of most of their alchemical concoctions, especially those that promised immortality, leading Kristofer Schipper to note in The Taoist Body that "...the final act of the Taoist search for immortality may very well imply suicide."
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Date: 2005-07-03 02:11 pm (UTC)Second, this rocks. So much. I love your Hohenheim fics GIMME MORE NOW, BITCH. ::whip crack:: X3 I'm serioulsy jealous of your ability to write him. I got enough muses in my head that know him very well, and yet I cannot for the life of me pin down his character. -_- You'd think the fact that Trisha lives in my head would make him behave, but ooooooh no.... brat.
Third- another thing about cinnebar. Mercury sulfide is used in a lot of jewelry and in its unrefined-for-wearing-purposes form, is a very pretty red crystal ... which I'm sure you know, but I just like going "ooh! look! something I actually know about!" XD;;;; I do like the parallels between that and the Philosopher's Stone (and its various names) in the show. >_> XD
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Date: 2005-07-03 02:55 pm (UTC)Exactly. You nailed it. Well, I think so anyway. Pride has never been a particular vice of mine-- I mean, I always understood why it worked as the chief sin, but only on an intellectual level. Envy, on the other hand, is something I suffer from on an almost daily basis, and when it kicks in... *shakes head* It's bad.
I luff my Hoho-muse! And he seems to love me, despite the horrors I unleashed upon him in "Solve et Coagula." He's a resiliant one, yup.
I got three more drabble-fics like this one and the previous lined up already, with titles and general topics. ^_^ There shall be more, especially since these are so damned easy to write. Like Lay's potato chips...
*giggles* I happened to know a lot about alchemy-- both Western and Chinese-- even before I started watching the show. (Hence, when I saw the first episode that mentions the Sins being "homunculi," I was not only able to pick out the word from the Japanese raw my friends and I were watching, but I was able to explain in a bit of detail what that meant. ^_^;;; Over-educated, I tell ya...)
I did not know that they used HgS in jewelry; that seems like a bad idea! ...but I did know that it was red, and I know of a lot of symbolic connections to its redness and blood and so on and so forth. It's actually because cinnabar is red that the Philosopher's Stone is the Red Stone/Red Waters/etc. ^_^;;;
God, I am teh ubernerd...
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:36 am (UTC)And yup. Cinnabar is used in jewelry Of all sorts, really. Rings, bracelets, necklaces... I've seen more pendants than anything.