My brain is a happenin' place, clearly.
After staring at my 'Tis Pity lines until I was sure my eyeballs were going to somehow set the script on fire, and stressing myself out over various aspects of my life, I decided that what I really needed to do was indulge in some really absurd drabble-ish ficcing. Proceed with caution.
Title: This Mortal Coil
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Twilight
Pairing/Characters: Edward Elric, Edward Cullen
Summary: Ed encounters a living statue. A really annoying living statue.
Ed thinks it’s a homunculus at first, because it’s sure as hell hard enough to kill. By the time he’s figured out the composition of marble, the right way to - theoretically speaking - deconstruct a living statue, he’s out of breath, bruised, and the damn thing’s telling him its whole sorry life story.
“A vampire,” Ed repeats, eyebrows climbing.
The not-homunculus glares at him and flips its weird coppery hair out of its eyes. They’re gold, like Ed’s. Ed hopes vaguely that they’re not creepily related or something, because that would just be embarrassing.
“The myths got an awful lot wrong,” the not-homunculus is saying. “To start with - “
“A vampire?”
“Yes, vampire. Not all immortal humanoids are homunculi, you know,” the thing sniffs. “There’s no need to be so - “
“A vampire.” At this point, Ed can’t help himself anymore, and howls with laughter. “It’s just, ha ha, vampire, and you, you… sparkle, weirdest chemical properties ever, hee hoo, vampire…”
The not-homunculus - the glittering not-homunculus - bares its teeth in frustration.
Ed just laughs even harder.
Title: How The Ghost of You Clings
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing/Characters: Mai, hints of Mai/Zuko
Summary: Cultural Revolution AU. Life in the countryside, or something like it. (Originally part of a longer, ridiculously bleak Katara/Zuko/Mai-ish fic that I never finished.)
These days, Mai doesn’t think much, or tries not to. Life was boring before, life is boring now, and there’s little she can do about it. Nostalgia has no place in a world of rising at dawn and working in the fields until her hands bleed, body sweating and muscles screaming. Her parents would rather die than bear this.
And Zuko would -
Mai pauses. She’s gotten blood on her shirt. Later, she’ll scrub it out herself. She’ll have calluses soon enough.
Title: The Mating Dance
Fandom: Integrated Chinese, Level 1 (OH YES I DID.)
Pairing/Characters: Li You/Wang Peng
Summary: Some things are inevitable.
They’ve been doing this dance for nearly a year now. In the absence of fluency, they learn to read between clumsy lines of a second language: a coy look here, fingers brushing there when Wang Peng asks Li You if she’d like a glass of pi jiu, eyebrows waggling while the condensation on the beer glass runs slick across her palm.
They’ve been following a script ever since the day she spilled all her pencils on him, the casual weekend dates and homework sessions at Wang Peng’s apartment, that forlorn and knowing look that Gao Wenzhong gives them both. A trip to the movies, a dinner bill, some inane conversation about his family, or her last Chinese test, or their hobbies of the week.
One day, Li You thinks, with a wry look at an oblivious Wang Peng, they’re going to end up married.
Title: This Mortal Coil
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Twilight
Pairing/Characters: Edward Elric, Edward Cullen
Summary: Ed encounters a living statue. A really annoying living statue.
Ed thinks it’s a homunculus at first, because it’s sure as hell hard enough to kill. By the time he’s figured out the composition of marble, the right way to - theoretically speaking - deconstruct a living statue, he’s out of breath, bruised, and the damn thing’s telling him its whole sorry life story.
“A vampire,” Ed repeats, eyebrows climbing.
The not-homunculus glares at him and flips its weird coppery hair out of its eyes. They’re gold, like Ed’s. Ed hopes vaguely that they’re not creepily related or something, because that would just be embarrassing.
“The myths got an awful lot wrong,” the not-homunculus is saying. “To start with - “
“A vampire?”
“Yes, vampire. Not all immortal humanoids are homunculi, you know,” the thing sniffs. “There’s no need to be so - “
“A vampire.” At this point, Ed can’t help himself anymore, and howls with laughter. “It’s just, ha ha, vampire, and you, you… sparkle, weirdest chemical properties ever, hee hoo, vampire…”
The not-homunculus - the glittering not-homunculus - bares its teeth in frustration.
Ed just laughs even harder.
Title: How The Ghost of You Clings
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing/Characters: Mai, hints of Mai/Zuko
Summary: Cultural Revolution AU. Life in the countryside, or something like it. (Originally part of a longer, ridiculously bleak Katara/Zuko/Mai-ish fic that I never finished.)
These days, Mai doesn’t think much, or tries not to. Life was boring before, life is boring now, and there’s little she can do about it. Nostalgia has no place in a world of rising at dawn and working in the fields until her hands bleed, body sweating and muscles screaming. Her parents would rather die than bear this.
And Zuko would -
Mai pauses. She’s gotten blood on her shirt. Later, she’ll scrub it out herself. She’ll have calluses soon enough.
Title: The Mating Dance
Fandom: Integrated Chinese, Level 1 (OH YES I DID.)
Pairing/Characters: Li You/Wang Peng
Summary: Some things are inevitable.
They’ve been doing this dance for nearly a year now. In the absence of fluency, they learn to read between clumsy lines of a second language: a coy look here, fingers brushing there when Wang Peng asks Li You if she’d like a glass of pi jiu, eyebrows waggling while the condensation on the beer glass runs slick across her palm.
They’ve been following a script ever since the day she spilled all her pencils on him, the casual weekend dates and homework sessions at Wang Peng’s apartment, that forlorn and knowing look that Gao Wenzhong gives them both. A trip to the movies, a dinner bill, some inane conversation about his family, or her last Chinese test, or their hobbies of the week.
One day, Li You thinks, with a wry look at an oblivious Wang Peng, they’re going to end up married.