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[Aug. 27th] [Fullmetal Alchemist] alliteration
Title: alliteration
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Day/Theme: August 27th / wait for me whenever darkness falls
Character/Pairing: Roy/Hawkeye
Rating: PG-13, I use the f-word
Spoilers: for manga vol. 4 and anime episode 25
Notes: this is like a little sister for my fic After the Rain, it could be read into that story. Also, this makes much more sense if you have read Arakawa's little masterpiece His Battlefield Once More, included in the BLUE booklet
"so you´ll embrace the woman you love with those hands filthy with blood" Roy Mustang
"you say you wanna stay by my side, darling your head´s not right" The Strokes
Hypocrite.
You thought you understood love. You thought love was refusing to touch her.
(what a friend, Hughes would say, with that expression of feigned hurt that always made you smile inwardly, you just had to fuck her in my funeral, but he would smile -outwardly- and then punch your arm almost proud, or do something equally hughes-esque, and now you realize that the thought of how much you are going to miss him is even more painful than how much you already miss him)
She puts her knee between your legs and brings her neck to your mouth. Hughes would have called you a hypocrite, the blood in your hands is staining her face.
(hypocrite, Hughes would call you, but this morning Hawkeye looked like she had spent several minutes in front of the mirror, torn between trying to look good but fearing the shallowness of worrying about her appearance when a friend has died. You saw her and she was the saddest, most beautiful thing you had ever wanted)
"Will you still stay here in the morning?" you ask afterwards, maybe because you know she is already almost too asleep to lie. You can stand the truth, but you could never bear to hear Hawkeye lie to you.
She reaches without turning, takes your hand (it´s cold) and throws your arm lazily over her body.
She mumbles, rather than speaks.
"If you want me to..."
Truth hurts. But you couldn´t stand a lie. Not from her.
One moment before falling asleep Hawkeye thought it was a strange way of phrasing, the repeating of S and the short words beating to a rhythm like a human heart, almost like alliteration, but then, one moment before falling completely asleep Hawkeye remembered she had fallen in love with a man in love with words.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Day/Theme: August 27th / wait for me whenever darkness falls
Character/Pairing: Roy/Hawkeye
Rating: PG-13, I use the f-word
Spoilers: for manga vol. 4 and anime episode 25
Notes: this is like a little sister for my fic After the Rain, it could be read into that story. Also, this makes much more sense if you have read Arakawa's little masterpiece His Battlefield Once More, included in the BLUE booklet
"so you´ll embrace the woman you love with those hands filthy with blood" Roy Mustang
"you say you wanna stay by my side, darling your head´s not right" The Strokes
Hypocrite.
You thought you understood love. You thought love was refusing to touch her.
(what a friend, Hughes would say, with that expression of feigned hurt that always made you smile inwardly, you just had to fuck her in my funeral, but he would smile -outwardly- and then punch your arm almost proud, or do something equally hughes-esque, and now you realize that the thought of how much you are going to miss him is even more painful than how much you already miss him)
She puts her knee between your legs and brings her neck to your mouth. Hughes would have called you a hypocrite, the blood in your hands is staining her face.
(hypocrite, Hughes would call you, but this morning Hawkeye looked like she had spent several minutes in front of the mirror, torn between trying to look good but fearing the shallowness of worrying about her appearance when a friend has died. You saw her and she was the saddest, most beautiful thing you had ever wanted)
"Will you still stay here in the morning?" you ask afterwards, maybe because you know she is already almost too asleep to lie. You can stand the truth, but you could never bear to hear Hawkeye lie to you.
She reaches without turning, takes your hand (it´s cold) and throws your arm lazily over her body.
She mumbles, rather than speaks.
"If you want me to..."
Truth hurts. But you couldn´t stand a lie. Not from her.
* * *
One moment before falling asleep Hawkeye thought it was a strange way of phrasing, the repeating of S and the short words beating to a rhythm like a human heart, almost like alliteration, but then, one moment before falling completely asleep Hawkeye remembered she had fallen in love with a man in love with words.