Tap on my window, knock on my door, I...
Characters: Shirou Kamui [kamui_heaven], Alphonse Elric [bloodseal_soul]
When: Saturday, June 13th, later afternoon. After this thread.
Where: Kamui's room in Unohana's clinic.
Rating: R (Probably) for mentions of past memories of graphic abuse.
Summary: Though friends for nearly a year, there are things that Al's never had the heart to ask Kamui... like where he got all those scars. That's about to change.
The first time Alphonse met Shirou Kamui, he was being crushed under the sudden rush of returning memories, of horrible images that cut through him, memories that were bad enough to render him completely unconscious for a full week. Alphonse could still remember his tears, the frightening breaks in his voice, the haunted look in his eyes as he described a destiny that had lost him the people he loved, family and friends, and the only person left alive had somehow become his mortal enemy.
The tale was fantastic, only distantly understood. Alphonse knew Kamui as a sweet, socially awkward misfit who had somehow become someone Alphonse trusted with secrets he wouldn't tell anyone else. Kamui was odd, no doubt, but that oddity made him endearing.
But there were things... signs... puzzle peices that out of respect, Al had kept his distance from. He had never asked how Kamui came to have scars, scars from something jagged going straight through both his palms and out the backs of his hands, as though someone had tried to crucify him. The lines and discoloration on his arms, his legs, his shoulders, his back. The way his arms and wrists moved oddly, signs the bones had been broken at some point. The burn around his throat, as if someone had tried to not only strangle him with a wire, but behead him with it.
Al knew battle scars. These weren't from battle.
These were deliberate.
Someone had wanted Kamui to HURT.
Alphonse now sat quietly on Kamui's bed, staring down at his knees, waiting for him to come back so he could ask him some of the hardest questions he'd ever put to voice.
When: Saturday, June 13th, later afternoon. After this thread.
Where: Kamui's room in Unohana's clinic.
Rating: R (Probably) for mentions of past memories of graphic abuse.
Summary: Though friends for nearly a year, there are things that Al's never had the heart to ask Kamui... like where he got all those scars. That's about to change.
The first time Alphonse met Shirou Kamui, he was being crushed under the sudden rush of returning memories, of horrible images that cut through him, memories that were bad enough to render him completely unconscious for a full week. Alphonse could still remember his tears, the frightening breaks in his voice, the haunted look in his eyes as he described a destiny that had lost him the people he loved, family and friends, and the only person left alive had somehow become his mortal enemy.
The tale was fantastic, only distantly understood. Alphonse knew Kamui as a sweet, socially awkward misfit who had somehow become someone Alphonse trusted with secrets he wouldn't tell anyone else. Kamui was odd, no doubt, but that oddity made him endearing.
But there were things... signs... puzzle peices that out of respect, Al had kept his distance from. He had never asked how Kamui came to have scars, scars from something jagged going straight through both his palms and out the backs of his hands, as though someone had tried to crucify him. The lines and discoloration on his arms, his legs, his shoulders, his back. The way his arms and wrists moved oddly, signs the bones had been broken at some point. The burn around his throat, as if someone had tried to not only strangle him with a wire, but behead him with it.
Al knew battle scars. These weren't from battle.
These were deliberate.
Someone had wanted Kamui to HURT.
Alphonse now sat quietly on Kamui's bed, staring down at his knees, waiting for him to come back so he could ask him some of the hardest questions he'd ever put to voice.