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[Dec. 6] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Fabric Shop
Title: Fabric Shop
Day/Theme: Dec. 6, 2012 "dressed in wine"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: fem!Kimblee, OCs
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Hopefully part of another![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10_switched fic. (I have one more completed one coming up here on the 11th!)
The Ishvalan District of South City was interesting to Sol. There were scents and sights and sounds she had scarcely dreamt of back in Fernburg. The food was spicy and often marked by flat bread or bell peppers, cayenne or tea of a type that varied from either the ordinary black or the green Xingese varieties. Sol would take her sister along to the neighborhood sometimes for dining or window-shopping. An Ishvalan cabby who was casually fond of both of them would recommend spots from time to time- his sister's flower shop, a traditional teahouse, a jewelry vendor.
Of course, as with everywhere else in the grim, sandy city, more often visited alone, sometimes with motives far removed from those she carried when she came in the company of Lana.
She took jobs for the people there in her capacity as a private eye. There were many who could avail themselves of her abilities but were (possibly rightfully) nervous of interacting with the state police force.
She trawled for interesting gossip regarding the sovereignty struggles in the Ishvalan region and hints about the lives and projects of the State Alchemists, whose ranks she aspired to.
Sometimes though, her motives were uncomplicated. There was beautiful fabric for sale in some of the shops. Though her family had relied on their textile mill to make a living, Sol only knew the rudimentaries of sewing for herself. Still, she was attracted to the lovely materials. She would visit one shop in particular and feel the bolts of cloth, imagining what gorgeous garments they might become. There was one that especially stood out and spoke to her- a dark, wine red that she imagined wrapped against her skin as some glamorous dress- tight in the top, then loosening up to flow out all around her long legs. It would be something she could wear to a banquet. …Of the sort someone like her would never be invited too.
…Maybe something more modest for Lana would be better.
She never bought any fabric, knowing she was ill-equipped to handle the material, but she came back regularly to think and visit it. She would purchase a spool or thread or a few buttons as a token of her support, because it was inevitable that the owner of the shop would notice.
He shuffled up behind her one day as she examined the cloth, grasping the fabric and spreading it out over her shoulder. "You should buy it," he said, "It suits you."
"I'm not skilled in such a traditional art. I wouldn't know what to do with it," she admitted.
"Then," he suggested, "Since I think the pair of you are too lovely to be parted, how would you feel about my making something out of it for you?"
Day/Theme: Dec. 6, 2012 "dressed in wine"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: fem!Kimblee, OCs
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Hopefully part of another
10_switched fic. (I have one more completed one coming up here on the 11th!)The Ishvalan District of South City was interesting to Sol. There were scents and sights and sounds she had scarcely dreamt of back in Fernburg. The food was spicy and often marked by flat bread or bell peppers, cayenne or tea of a type that varied from either the ordinary black or the green Xingese varieties. Sol would take her sister along to the neighborhood sometimes for dining or window-shopping. An Ishvalan cabby who was casually fond of both of them would recommend spots from time to time- his sister's flower shop, a traditional teahouse, a jewelry vendor.
Of course, as with everywhere else in the grim, sandy city, more often visited alone, sometimes with motives far removed from those she carried when she came in the company of Lana.
She took jobs for the people there in her capacity as a private eye. There were many who could avail themselves of her abilities but were (possibly rightfully) nervous of interacting with the state police force.
She trawled for interesting gossip regarding the sovereignty struggles in the Ishvalan region and hints about the lives and projects of the State Alchemists, whose ranks she aspired to.
Sometimes though, her motives were uncomplicated. There was beautiful fabric for sale in some of the shops. Though her family had relied on their textile mill to make a living, Sol only knew the rudimentaries of sewing for herself. Still, she was attracted to the lovely materials. She would visit one shop in particular and feel the bolts of cloth, imagining what gorgeous garments they might become. There was one that especially stood out and spoke to her- a dark, wine red that she imagined wrapped against her skin as some glamorous dress- tight in the top, then loosening up to flow out all around her long legs. It would be something she could wear to a banquet. …Of the sort someone like her would never be invited too.
…Maybe something more modest for Lana would be better.
She never bought any fabric, knowing she was ill-equipped to handle the material, but she came back regularly to think and visit it. She would purchase a spool or thread or a few buttons as a token of her support, because it was inevitable that the owner of the shop would notice.
He shuffled up behind her one day as she examined the cloth, grasping the fabric and spreading it out over her shoulder. "You should buy it," he said, "It suits you."
"I'm not skilled in such a traditional art. I wouldn't know what to do with it," she admitted.
"Then," he suggested, "Since I think the pair of you are too lovely to be parted, how would you feel about my making something out of it for you?"