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[August 5] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Something to Inspire
Title: Something to Inspire
Day/Theme: August 5, 2011 "emptiness, boredom, an indifferent sky"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee & his younger brother, Lon
Rating: PG
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seatbeltdrivein.
"You," Kimblee crept up behind his brother, "Are not getting any work done."
"Wh-what?! Solf!" Lon nearly jumped, bumping his arms against the table hard enough to shake its surface, sending pencils rolling and papers jumping into the air a few inches, only to settle down awkwardly into new, slightly-shuffled stacks. "I'm-! I was just thinking." Well, mainly what he was doing was staring out the window at the gray sky. A dreary autumnal cast had settled early over South City. Lon didn't find it particularly conducive to his creativity, but, really, what was that but a bad excuse? Solf didn't accept excuses, especially where artistic pursuits were concerned.
"Maybe..." Flip, flip, flip, Kimblee appraised the scratched up or empty pages surrounding his brother, "You need to seek a different sort of inspiration." He leaned crouched down to place himself roughly at Lon's eye level in an attempt to see the vista that was failing to provide him with suitable material for composition. Although one's environment could provide a catalyst for creation, as far as Kimblee was concerned, one's inner landscape was far more reliable and meaningful to draw upon.
"How about this?"
"Ah!" Lon hadn't expected for Solf to suddenly grab the chair he was sitting in and make his best attempt at turning it all the way around to face into the apartment with Lon still sitting in it. He made a good effort. "What am I supposed to be looking at now?" Lon queried. "Something in particular?"
"Not outside, but inside." He shuffled the papers he had been handling back into some semblance of order and took two steps over to stand directly in front of Lon. "What do you know about that world? What's out there in South City? It's harder to get in touch with something you don't know, wouldn't you think? ...I know what's in your heart, and that's not it."
Kimblee was going to squeeze a composition out of him that afternoon if he had to squeeze it out of him with a clothes wringer. "Come on," Kimblee urged, a little gentler. He knelt down and took Lon's hands. "Close your eyes and clear all that garbage from before out of your mind. Take a deep breath. You'll start over from the beginning. Open your eyes."
Lon did as he was instructed. He was gazing right back into Solf's narrow eyes.
"Now think about how you feel."
Unlike his earlier ambivalence, Lon found that, squeezing Solf's hands in return, he did feel something- something alive, burning, willing itself into existence, almost of its own accord. "You're right," he agreed, "What I need is right here."
Day/Theme: August 5, 2011 "emptiness, boredom, an indifferent sky"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee & his younger brother, Lon
Rating: PG
Author's comment: To
seatbeltdrivein."You," Kimblee crept up behind his brother, "Are not getting any work done."
"Wh-what?! Solf!" Lon nearly jumped, bumping his arms against the table hard enough to shake its surface, sending pencils rolling and papers jumping into the air a few inches, only to settle down awkwardly into new, slightly-shuffled stacks. "I'm-! I was just thinking." Well, mainly what he was doing was staring out the window at the gray sky. A dreary autumnal cast had settled early over South City. Lon didn't find it particularly conducive to his creativity, but, really, what was that but a bad excuse? Solf didn't accept excuses, especially where artistic pursuits were concerned.
"Maybe..." Flip, flip, flip, Kimblee appraised the scratched up or empty pages surrounding his brother, "You need to seek a different sort of inspiration." He leaned crouched down to place himself roughly at Lon's eye level in an attempt to see the vista that was failing to provide him with suitable material for composition. Although one's environment could provide a catalyst for creation, as far as Kimblee was concerned, one's inner landscape was far more reliable and meaningful to draw upon.
"How about this?"
"Ah!" Lon hadn't expected for Solf to suddenly grab the chair he was sitting in and make his best attempt at turning it all the way around to face into the apartment with Lon still sitting in it. He made a good effort. "What am I supposed to be looking at now?" Lon queried. "Something in particular?"
"Not outside, but inside." He shuffled the papers he had been handling back into some semblance of order and took two steps over to stand directly in front of Lon. "What do you know about that world? What's out there in South City? It's harder to get in touch with something you don't know, wouldn't you think? ...I know what's in your heart, and that's not it."
Kimblee was going to squeeze a composition out of him that afternoon if he had to squeeze it out of him with a clothes wringer. "Come on," Kimblee urged, a little gentler. He knelt down and took Lon's hands. "Close your eyes and clear all that garbage from before out of your mind. Take a deep breath. You'll start over from the beginning. Open your eyes."
Lon did as he was instructed. He was gazing right back into Solf's narrow eyes.
"Now think about how you feel."
Unlike his earlier ambivalence, Lon found that, squeezing Solf's hands in return, he did feel something- something alive, burning, willing itself into existence, almost of its own accord. "You're right," he agreed, "What I need is right here."