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[Sept. 12] [Fullmetal Alchemist] The World is Your Oyster
Title: The World is Your Oyster
Day/Theme: Sept. 12, 2010 "say not soft things"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ling+/Greed
Rating: PG
Warning: Ch. 107/108 spoilers.
Fifty years later, Ling still dreamt about Greed. His reign as emperor was long and growing longer and certainly as eventful as one would expect with so many factors to consider- all his disgruntled half-brothers and half-sisters who had desired the throne for themselves, the new diplomatic relationship with Amestris, his many cheery concubines, and the general chaos involved in handling any empire of this size for more than a week.
Even after fifty years, Ling had to admit, at times he missed Greed in his waking life. He imagined Greed would've enjoyed himself immensely in Xing. It was a shame he had never been able to visit. He would've loved being an emperor too. It wasn't king of the world, but for wine, women, riches, and general adoration, it was quite a gem. However, in his dreams, there was no need to miss Greed, because he came often enough, stealing out of the cracks of Ling's subconscious, where Ling occasionally suspected a hint or two of the charming homunculus still lurked (Ranfan told him he was mistaking his own greed for that of the being he missed).
"You lazy emperor," Greed scolded him, "You have a lot of things, but you get them all the easy way."
They lolled about together on a luxurious red couch draped in silk. The vivid details were one of the good parts of these dreams of Greed. Most of Ling's other dreams were not as full and vibrant as these. They were indistinct messes of sweat and action and emotion. He assumed his imagination saved all the best details up to lavish on Greed. If Greed were actively controlling these dreams, he would have conjured up the trappings on his own.
In the dreams with Greed, Ling found he was always young.
"What, you aren't satisfied with this? You think I should turn down nice things that are given to me on a silver platter?" he laughed, wondering what Greed was trying to wrangle out of him now.
"If you're really all that greedy, you twit, you'd go wrest some new jewels out of the hands of others to deck the crown of your empire. You need some new lands, new women, new delicacies. You sit on your lazy ass a lot these days. A really greedy guy is greedy for experiences too. Go visit some other countries, have some kinky sex, c'mon. Do something, anything!"
"Greed, I am not so young as you remember me. And I have responsibilities to tend to. I can't ran wild like Edward Elric." Ling smiled, but it was a bittersweet feeling. As young as he looked in the dream, speaking of these things reminded him that he was getting to be an old man. He was healthy and strong, but he was not immortal. He had discarded that possibility around the time that he had lost Greed. He had spoken to Ed about it later and learned about Ed's father. It seemed immortality was not always all it was cracked up to be.
"Psh, sixty-five isn't that old!" Greed poked him in the ribs, "I was over two hundred years old! Get out there and grab the world by the horns!"
Ling's smile drooped. "Poor Greed," he thought, "Reduced to a figment of my imagination. Poor Greed... Think, if he had lived, of all the friends he would've had." And so, although there was nothing he imagined he could do that would live up to Greed's expectations, he spoke softly and kindly, sparing the Greed in his dreams the truth in a way the real Greed would've despised. "Yes, you're right, Greed. I'm still young enough to live life fully. I will go and bring the whole world to heel, and I will do it in your name."
Day/Theme: Sept. 12, 2010 "say not soft things"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ling+/Greed
Rating: PG
Warning: Ch. 107/108 spoilers.
Fifty years later, Ling still dreamt about Greed. His reign as emperor was long and growing longer and certainly as eventful as one would expect with so many factors to consider- all his disgruntled half-brothers and half-sisters who had desired the throne for themselves, the new diplomatic relationship with Amestris, his many cheery concubines, and the general chaos involved in handling any empire of this size for more than a week.
Even after fifty years, Ling had to admit, at times he missed Greed in his waking life. He imagined Greed would've enjoyed himself immensely in Xing. It was a shame he had never been able to visit. He would've loved being an emperor too. It wasn't king of the world, but for wine, women, riches, and general adoration, it was quite a gem. However, in his dreams, there was no need to miss Greed, because he came often enough, stealing out of the cracks of Ling's subconscious, where Ling occasionally suspected a hint or two of the charming homunculus still lurked (Ranfan told him he was mistaking his own greed for that of the being he missed).
"You lazy emperor," Greed scolded him, "You have a lot of things, but you get them all the easy way."
They lolled about together on a luxurious red couch draped in silk. The vivid details were one of the good parts of these dreams of Greed. Most of Ling's other dreams were not as full and vibrant as these. They were indistinct messes of sweat and action and emotion. He assumed his imagination saved all the best details up to lavish on Greed. If Greed were actively controlling these dreams, he would have conjured up the trappings on his own.
In the dreams with Greed, Ling found he was always young.
"What, you aren't satisfied with this? You think I should turn down nice things that are given to me on a silver platter?" he laughed, wondering what Greed was trying to wrangle out of him now.
"If you're really all that greedy, you twit, you'd go wrest some new jewels out of the hands of others to deck the crown of your empire. You need some new lands, new women, new delicacies. You sit on your lazy ass a lot these days. A really greedy guy is greedy for experiences too. Go visit some other countries, have some kinky sex, c'mon. Do something, anything!"
"Greed, I am not so young as you remember me. And I have responsibilities to tend to. I can't ran wild like Edward Elric." Ling smiled, but it was a bittersweet feeling. As young as he looked in the dream, speaking of these things reminded him that he was getting to be an old man. He was healthy and strong, but he was not immortal. He had discarded that possibility around the time that he had lost Greed. He had spoken to Ed about it later and learned about Ed's father. It seemed immortality was not always all it was cracked up to be.
"Psh, sixty-five isn't that old!" Greed poked him in the ribs, "I was over two hundred years old! Get out there and grab the world by the horns!"
Ling's smile drooped. "Poor Greed," he thought, "Reduced to a figment of my imagination. Poor Greed... Think, if he had lived, of all the friends he would've had." And so, although there was nothing he imagined he could do that would live up to Greed's expectations, he spoke softly and kindly, sparing the Greed in his dreams the truth in a way the real Greed would've despised. "Yes, you're right, Greed. I'm still young enough to live life fully. I will go and bring the whole world to heel, and I will do it in your name."