Honor: fullmetal alchemist: 65 - Shallow Grave
Title: Honor (travelers, chapter one)
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan.
Theme: 65 - Shallow Grave
Genre/s: Hurt/Comfort, angst
Warnings: spoilers for chaps 100+
Words: 635
Summary: Ling and Lan Fan had something they needed to do before they left Amestris.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done
They could not carry a body all the way back to Xing. It just was not doable. Having to see the deceased everyday would be awful, but Ling and Lan Fan still wanted to bury Fuu with honor, for they knew he deserved it. Deep in their hearts, they also knew they themselves needed it. They could not just leave his body in Central, not knowing what would happen to it. Seeing his body buried would give the closure they both needed.
Mei waited in the Kanama slums, and they borrowed a shovel.The trudged on through the woods. Neither of them spoke. Ling tried not to think that it was him that brought Fuu to Amestris, and that it was home who put Fuu in that fight. Similarly, Lan Fan tried not to think about how it might have gone differently had she had arrived earlier, how she saw her Grandfather fall just as she appeared.
Neither of them would tell the other what they were thinking. They both saw the other's silence, and took it as a symbol of strength. They had once been more open to each other, but six months apart, with both of them blaming themselves for what happened to the other, had caused a rift. Both of them were vaguely aware of it, and they knew it was small, but neither knew if it would be crossable.
Eventually they found what they thought to be a proper spot. It was a tree. It stood thick and strong, as a tested warrior would, but it did not stand out from the other trees, blending in as a true shadowed guardian would.
Lan Fan walked over to the tree, running her hand over the bark. She hung her head.
"This is a good place," She said solemnly.
Ling nodded, "Yes."
Ling started digging, Lan Fan helping with one hand, as her automail was still stressed from the battle. They could not take too long, so they just dug deep enough to cover Fuu enough so that he would not be exposed when rains came.
Lan Fan stayed kneeling next to the makeshift grave as Ling delicately set Fuu's body into it. She clutched his mask, desperately trying to hide her sorrow behind a pokerface. A passerby might think her successful, but Ling knew her too well. Her fingers fidgeted, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she had not looked up once since they found the spot. Ling noticed all these things as he buried Fuu, and they only added to his own grief.
Lan Fan did not stand after he finished. Ling sat across from her, exhausted from everything. That day, those six months, almost all the time they had been in Amestris so far.
They were both silent once again, for neither was quite sure what to say. Ling had already cried himself out, and Lan Fan was much to stubborn to cry more than the single tear she had shed on the battlefield.
"I really will miss him," Ling said at length.
"He died in his duty, at least, " Lan Fan said, "he never seemed the kind to die of old age,"
"That's for sure," Ling agreed, smiling sadly.
"Still, I-" Lan Fan finally lifted her head, looking to the sky with her eyes practically bursting from the tears that fought against her fixed expression. "-I will miss him dearly."
She looked at they sky a bit longer, taking a long breath. She quickly whipped her eyes and stood up. Ling followed suit, sensing that he would not be able to stay there much longer.
As they walked back to the slums, Ling wished he could help her more, but she never told him what she needed. So he would wait until she or the heavens told him.
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan.
Theme: 65 - Shallow Grave
Genre/s: Hurt/Comfort, angst
Warnings: spoilers for chaps 100+
Words: 635
Summary: Ling and Lan Fan had something they needed to do before they left Amestris.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done
They could not carry a body all the way back to Xing. It just was not doable. Having to see the deceased everyday would be awful, but Ling and Lan Fan still wanted to bury Fuu with honor, for they knew he deserved it. Deep in their hearts, they also knew they themselves needed it. They could not just leave his body in Central, not knowing what would happen to it. Seeing his body buried would give the closure they both needed.
Mei waited in the Kanama slums, and they borrowed a shovel.The trudged on through the woods. Neither of them spoke. Ling tried not to think that it was him that brought Fuu to Amestris, and that it was home who put Fuu in that fight. Similarly, Lan Fan tried not to think about how it might have gone differently had she had arrived earlier, how she saw her Grandfather fall just as she appeared.
Neither of them would tell the other what they were thinking. They both saw the other's silence, and took it as a symbol of strength. They had once been more open to each other, but six months apart, with both of them blaming themselves for what happened to the other, had caused a rift. Both of them were vaguely aware of it, and they knew it was small, but neither knew if it would be crossable.
Eventually they found what they thought to be a proper spot. It was a tree. It stood thick and strong, as a tested warrior would, but it did not stand out from the other trees, blending in as a true shadowed guardian would.
Lan Fan walked over to the tree, running her hand over the bark. She hung her head.
"This is a good place," She said solemnly.
Ling nodded, "Yes."
Ling started digging, Lan Fan helping with one hand, as her automail was still stressed from the battle. They could not take too long, so they just dug deep enough to cover Fuu enough so that he would not be exposed when rains came.
Lan Fan stayed kneeling next to the makeshift grave as Ling delicately set Fuu's body into it. She clutched his mask, desperately trying to hide her sorrow behind a pokerface. A passerby might think her successful, but Ling knew her too well. Her fingers fidgeted, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she had not looked up once since they found the spot. Ling noticed all these things as he buried Fuu, and they only added to his own grief.
Lan Fan did not stand after he finished. Ling sat across from her, exhausted from everything. That day, those six months, almost all the time they had been in Amestris so far.
They were both silent once again, for neither was quite sure what to say. Ling had already cried himself out, and Lan Fan was much to stubborn to cry more than the single tear she had shed on the battlefield.
"I really will miss him," Ling said at length.
"He died in his duty, at least, " Lan Fan said, "he never seemed the kind to die of old age,"
"That's for sure," Ling agreed, smiling sadly.
"Still, I-" Lan Fan finally lifted her head, looking to the sky with her eyes practically bursting from the tears that fought against her fixed expression. "-I will miss him dearly."
She looked at they sky a bit longer, taking a long breath. She quickly whipped her eyes and stood up. Ling followed suit, sensing that he would not be able to stay there much longer.
As they walked back to the slums, Ling wished he could help her more, but she never told him what she needed. So he would wait until she or the heavens told him.