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[July 13] [Fullmetal Alchemist] The Stuff of Dreams (and Nightmares)
Title: The Stuff of Dreams (and Nightmares)
Day/Theme: July 13, 2012 "a dream of fireworks"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar, Kimblee
Rating: PG
He awoke to the sounds of snapping, popping - gunfire, explosions. His body tensed- run? don't run?- thoughts rushed through his mind wild, undisciplined. Breathe, you fool. What use were all his years of training if they could escape and render him useless as suddenly as that?
The sky was lit up above him as brilliantly colored sparks danced against gray-brown plumes of smoke. Fireworks. What was festive to others he found far too close to war.
He would have gone back to sleep; the noise of the fireworks was just too disruptive- at least that was how he rationalized it to himself. Scar leaned back and watched the colored lights as they flashed and spread and scattered.
There had to be a special reason for the fireworks, seeing as they weren't a small bunch set off by a group of friends or children in the street, but a full-sized show spreading out above the city. He wondered where in Central they would choose as their staging ground for setting off such a display.
While watching, he was able to enjoy the fireworks.
Afterward, he hated them, as they ripped through his sleep in the form of nightmares of smoke and blood and a grinning State Alchemist dyed in every shade of the rainbow.
"National Foundation Day," Kimblee noted to himself as the fireworks began outside- they were lit on the grounds of the prison, but there was no amount of good behavior that would get him onto the firework squad. It was a shame. He would've worked hard for that.
It was his second National Foundation Day behind bars. Once again, it would have been nice to see the goings-on, but this, at least, was a holiday he could still enjoy. Unable to go, to see, to taste, to otherwise partake in the festivities, he could still hear.
There were fireworks for the new year too- giving him two favorite days in his imprisoned year. It would be nice if fireworks would catch on at more holidays.
Someday though…he would see the fireworks again with his own eyes. They would seem like new then- brighter than before, perhaps sporting fascinating new colors and formations. He would drink them in with glee. Late or soon he couldn't say, but…someday…
The muffled sound of the cheery blasts was like a lullaby, lulling him to sleep, to dream of the war and bigger (bloody) explosions of his own.
Day/Theme: July 13, 2012 "a dream of fireworks"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar, Kimblee
Rating: PG
He awoke to the sounds of snapping, popping - gunfire, explosions. His body tensed- run? don't run?- thoughts rushed through his mind wild, undisciplined. Breathe, you fool. What use were all his years of training if they could escape and render him useless as suddenly as that?
The sky was lit up above him as brilliantly colored sparks danced against gray-brown plumes of smoke. Fireworks. What was festive to others he found far too close to war.
He would have gone back to sleep; the noise of the fireworks was just too disruptive- at least that was how he rationalized it to himself. Scar leaned back and watched the colored lights as they flashed and spread and scattered.
There had to be a special reason for the fireworks, seeing as they weren't a small bunch set off by a group of friends or children in the street, but a full-sized show spreading out above the city. He wondered where in Central they would choose as their staging ground for setting off such a display.
While watching, he was able to enjoy the fireworks.
Afterward, he hated them, as they ripped through his sleep in the form of nightmares of smoke and blood and a grinning State Alchemist dyed in every shade of the rainbow.
"National Foundation Day," Kimblee noted to himself as the fireworks began outside- they were lit on the grounds of the prison, but there was no amount of good behavior that would get him onto the firework squad. It was a shame. He would've worked hard for that.
It was his second National Foundation Day behind bars. Once again, it would have been nice to see the goings-on, but this, at least, was a holiday he could still enjoy. Unable to go, to see, to taste, to otherwise partake in the festivities, he could still hear.
There were fireworks for the new year too- giving him two favorite days in his imprisoned year. It would be nice if fireworks would catch on at more holidays.
Someday though…he would see the fireworks again with his own eyes. They would seem like new then- brighter than before, perhaps sporting fascinating new colors and formations. He would drink them in with glee. Late or soon he couldn't say, but…someday…
The muffled sound of the cheery blasts was like a lullaby, lulling him to sleep, to dream of the war and bigger (bloody) explosions of his own.