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[April 7] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Finding More Companionship in Books
Title: Finding More Companionship in Books
Day/Theme: April 7, 2012 "you read on because even the alphabet is precious"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee and his brother
Rating: PG
Author's comment: A meandering continuation of "Southern Region Boys" on April 3rd.
"Leave everything to me," Solf told their parents. They could trust him to look after his brother, couldn't they? Wasn't he always reliable and true to his word?
Together on the train, Solf decided not to tell his brother that his requests and reasoning hadn't proven sufficient to convince Mom and Dad. There was no reason to let him know what only his words would suffice. Lon was dependent on him already- there was no reason to make him feel bad about it.
-----
Solf didn't bring anyone back to their apartment. Not girls, not- He should probably be describing them as "women" now. Solf was definitely an adult and handled himself as such. ...Though when they were out together he talked to ones who would be best called "girls" still.
In any case, Solf never brought anyone home with him. Not his colleagues or mentor from Shephard Electric, not any of the people he spoke with at the local diners or the dance halls, not anyone. To a certain degree, Lon found this natural- Solf never had much interest in making friends.
...But sometimes Solf stayed out, and though he always had some calm and neutral story, Lon did wonder.
Then again, he didn't think too much about any of the girls he knew. Not in a romantic sense, anyway. Maybe Solf didn't either. Solf always said he was fine on his own. He didn't need anyone (so was Lon an exception or merely tolerated?).
As he pondered these things, Lon's attention gradually drifted so far from his plate that he was no longer eating.
Solf noticed these sorts of things. Sometimes he didn't comment on them though. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Ah, yes!"
"Well, you might save whatever's distracting you then until you've finished, because you know it doesn't take long eggs to go cold."
As always, Solf knew best. Lon nodded and went back to eating.
-----
Lon had never seriously considered living anywhere without Solf. ...Not yet at least. Maybe when he was a bit more grown up. He'd, um, get married someday, right? Have his own family? Really, he couldn't picture it. ...But that didn't mean it couldn't happen, right?
And what about Solf- had he given serious thought to the idea of coming to South City without him? ...Could he ask? ...Was the answer something he even wanted to know?
Lon was just glad they were still together. It would have been strange to remain at home with his parents without him. What would that actually have been like? Lon wasn't sure he could guess. Mom probably missed them- it would have been easier on her if both of them hadn't gone off at once, it occurred to Lon, slightly embarrassed by the selfishness that had kept him from even considering it before. Dad was probably pleased with the peace and quiet they had left him to. Maybe Dad had never been much suited to living with kids in the first place (not that they were much of kids anymore...).
They had both been reading, but Lon's book was lying open across his chest now as he stared at the ceiling. They were in Solf's room, sharing space on the bed. Their beds here were pretty much identical, except Solf's was always made up better. He was so neat and precise. Lon had a tendency to let the little things like that slide. There was always later to come back and fix up what he had missed.
The light was best in Solf's bedroom at this time of day. Lon looked around at the pale room, its many whites turned to creams and yellows and warm grays by the light peering in through the window. Most of the items spread throughout his room were similarly pale. Just as he kept his things clean and well-organized, he hued strongly to his preferential color scheme. Ever since he was a child, Solf had had clearly defined tastes.
Lon turned his wide hazel-brown eyes toward his brother's face. Solf's countenance is impeccably focused as ever. Whatever he's reading about (something alchemy-related, no doubt), it has his full attention.
Even though Solf had probably noticed his younger brother was staying there even if he were no longer engaged in his own reading, he didn't say anything.
Lon lay back on the bed a long time, just thinking. He had been writing music, and some of it Solf more than approved of (he was picky in this, as in everything), but what did he do with it after that? What happened next?
He had written a simple waltz especially for Solf and he wasn't the only one of them quite pleased with it (he had learned, after all, over the years how best to cater to his brother's tastes). Of course, even so happy, Solf didn't seem to have any interest in letting anyone else hear the song.
What next?
He reached out and nudged Solf's upper arm with his elbow. His brother reached out distractedly from his book and patted the back of Lon's hand, before pulling his fingers back up to turn the page.
Day/Theme: April 7, 2012 "you read on because even the alphabet is precious"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee and his brother
Rating: PG
Author's comment: A meandering continuation of "Southern Region Boys" on April 3rd.
"Leave everything to me," Solf told their parents. They could trust him to look after his brother, couldn't they? Wasn't he always reliable and true to his word?
Together on the train, Solf decided not to tell his brother that his requests and reasoning hadn't proven sufficient to convince Mom and Dad. There was no reason to let him know what only his words would suffice. Lon was dependent on him already- there was no reason to make him feel bad about it.
Solf didn't bring anyone back to their apartment. Not girls, not- He should probably be describing them as "women" now. Solf was definitely an adult and handled himself as such. ...Though when they were out together he talked to ones who would be best called "girls" still.
In any case, Solf never brought anyone home with him. Not his colleagues or mentor from Shephard Electric, not any of the people he spoke with at the local diners or the dance halls, not anyone. To a certain degree, Lon found this natural- Solf never had much interest in making friends.
...But sometimes Solf stayed out, and though he always had some calm and neutral story, Lon did wonder.
Then again, he didn't think too much about any of the girls he knew. Not in a romantic sense, anyway. Maybe Solf didn't either. Solf always said he was fine on his own. He didn't need anyone (so was Lon an exception or merely tolerated?).
As he pondered these things, Lon's attention gradually drifted so far from his plate that he was no longer eating.
Solf noticed these sorts of things. Sometimes he didn't comment on them though. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Ah, yes!"
"Well, you might save whatever's distracting you then until you've finished, because you know it doesn't take long eggs to go cold."
As always, Solf knew best. Lon nodded and went back to eating.
Lon had never seriously considered living anywhere without Solf. ...Not yet at least. Maybe when he was a bit more grown up. He'd, um, get married someday, right? Have his own family? Really, he couldn't picture it. ...But that didn't mean it couldn't happen, right?
And what about Solf- had he given serious thought to the idea of coming to South City without him? ...Could he ask? ...Was the answer something he even wanted to know?
Lon was just glad they were still together. It would have been strange to remain at home with his parents without him. What would that actually have been like? Lon wasn't sure he could guess. Mom probably missed them- it would have been easier on her if both of them hadn't gone off at once, it occurred to Lon, slightly embarrassed by the selfishness that had kept him from even considering it before. Dad was probably pleased with the peace and quiet they had left him to. Maybe Dad had never been much suited to living with kids in the first place (not that they were much of kids anymore...).
They had both been reading, but Lon's book was lying open across his chest now as he stared at the ceiling. They were in Solf's room, sharing space on the bed. Their beds here were pretty much identical, except Solf's was always made up better. He was so neat and precise. Lon had a tendency to let the little things like that slide. There was always later to come back and fix up what he had missed.
The light was best in Solf's bedroom at this time of day. Lon looked around at the pale room, its many whites turned to creams and yellows and warm grays by the light peering in through the window. Most of the items spread throughout his room were similarly pale. Just as he kept his things clean and well-organized, he hued strongly to his preferential color scheme. Ever since he was a child, Solf had had clearly defined tastes.
Lon turned his wide hazel-brown eyes toward his brother's face. Solf's countenance is impeccably focused as ever. Whatever he's reading about (something alchemy-related, no doubt), it has his full attention.
Even though Solf had probably noticed his younger brother was staying there even if he were no longer engaged in his own reading, he didn't say anything.
Lon lay back on the bed a long time, just thinking. He had been writing music, and some of it Solf more than approved of (he was picky in this, as in everything), but what did he do with it after that? What happened next?
He had written a simple waltz especially for Solf and he wasn't the only one of them quite pleased with it (he had learned, after all, over the years how best to cater to his brother's tastes). Of course, even so happy, Solf didn't seem to have any interest in letting anyone else hear the song.
What next?
He reached out and nudged Solf's upper arm with his elbow. His brother reached out distractedly from his book and patted the back of Lon's hand, before pulling his fingers back up to turn the page.