[Fic] FMA 20 Facts about Ling and Lan Fan
Title: What We Cannot Say. What We Need Not Say.
Author: domlandbubbles
Characters: Ling x Lan Fan
Rating: PG, I guess since the whole arm thing comes up.
Notes: This takes into account everything up to chapter 57. I just like "Lan Fan" better than "Ran Fan." There's nothing official yet.
For: 20_philosophies
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Back ThenHe remembers once, when they were very, very young, someone let them play together. She beat him running races around the courtyard, and he cried. One of his caretakers slapped her and told her to apologize. That was the first time she called him Young Master. It was the last time he cried.
All she remembers of this is how when no one could hear, he told her she could hit him and he wouldn't tell on her so they could be even.
Ordinary ThingsSometimes it pains her that he is so skilled at looking like an idiot.
Sometimes he wonders if ordering her to laugh would be an abuse of his position.
She always finds something else to look at when he unties his hair. He will tease her if he sees her blush.
He has never seen her with her hair untied. He has, however, thought about it.
WeddingsAs Emperor, he will have more than 50 wives. He does not look forward to this as much as she thinks he does.
She does not dread this as much as he thinks she does.
Before each wedding ceremony, he will escort his bride through a grand, wide courtyard. During this stately, ritual walk, they will exchange formal greetings under the imperial shade of many imperial trees, blossoming just for the occasion.
Those brides will never know what it's like to race with him across the narrow rooftops of Xing when he's playing truant from some imperial function. With no sound in their ears but the blood rushing through their veins. With nothing between them and the sun.
FoodIn this country, far from the court and fellow countrymen, he noticed that she eats just as fast as he does. He wonders how to get her to race.
She hopes that maybe if he eats enough he will stop pretending to be a useless fool in front of ignorant foreigners.
Reading FacesHe knows she wears her mask at all times so she can see without being seen. He still prefers to see her unsmiling face once in a while.
She knows his constant smile is a mask itself. She still prefers to see him smiling than anything else.
That TimeShe sinks into shame at the memory of her useless weight on his shoulder. What kind of guard needs to be saved by the one she guards? What kind of servant burdens her master? She remembers his voice, steady as always, but the tight grip around her legs belied his reassuring words in the streets of this strange city of monsters. Later, in a run down house far from the lights of that city, she wishes, through the pain on her left side, that he could have a life without the weight of his clan, country and unfit retainers. Where his heaviest burden is the summer rain on his shoulders.
He is relieved that she only lost an arm. Is this relief shameful? He remembers the dreadful feeling of her whole body tensing and the sudden shift in weight. He remembers she didn't make a sound. Afterward, she objected when he pressed his wadded jacket to her bloody shoulder, as if this questionable breach of propriety were taking place before the emperor himself instead of in a filthy alley in a strange city with only a stray dog in attendance. Later, he can only sit outside a run down house far from the lights of the city while others attend to her. As he waits, he wishes that he can be someone worth her sacrifice. He wonders if it is improper to wish he could be someone whose help she would not refuse. Someone she would let wipe the sweat from her skin.
AutomailShe has seen how that boy functions with his metal limbs. When they fought, she was surprised that he could move like a monkey. If that runt could do it, she would have no trouble. As long as he lives, she cannot stop moving forward.
He's seen how easily and naturally Edward moves with his metal limbs. When they fought, he was impressed at the automail's durability. But the part of him that is still him also knows it cannot be so wonderful since Edward wants so eagerly to be free of it. The part of him that is still him knows that not even the Philosopher's Stone will restore to her what she lost.
NowI may have stumbled, but I have yet to fall. Do not see the twisted path I have chosen. Look only for me. Wait for me. Please, wait for me.
I may have stumbled, but I have yet to fall. Do not see the twisted path I have chosen. Look only for me. Wait for me. Please, wait for me.
Author: domlandbubbles
Characters: Ling x Lan Fan
Rating: PG, I guess since the whole arm thing comes up.
Notes: This takes into account everything up to chapter 57. I just like "Lan Fan" better than "Ran Fan." There's nothing official yet.
For: 20_philosophies
~~~~~
Back ThenHe remembers once, when they were very, very young, someone let them play together. She beat him running races around the courtyard, and he cried. One of his caretakers slapped her and told her to apologize. That was the first time she called him Young Master. It was the last time he cried.
All she remembers of this is how when no one could hear, he told her she could hit him and he wouldn't tell on her so they could be even.
Ordinary ThingsSometimes it pains her that he is so skilled at looking like an idiot.
Sometimes he wonders if ordering her to laugh would be an abuse of his position.
She always finds something else to look at when he unties his hair. He will tease her if he sees her blush.
He has never seen her with her hair untied. He has, however, thought about it.
WeddingsAs Emperor, he will have more than 50 wives. He does not look forward to this as much as she thinks he does.
She does not dread this as much as he thinks she does.
Before each wedding ceremony, he will escort his bride through a grand, wide courtyard. During this stately, ritual walk, they will exchange formal greetings under the imperial shade of many imperial trees, blossoming just for the occasion.
Those brides will never know what it's like to race with him across the narrow rooftops of Xing when he's playing truant from some imperial function. With no sound in their ears but the blood rushing through their veins. With nothing between them and the sun.
FoodIn this country, far from the court and fellow countrymen, he noticed that she eats just as fast as he does. He wonders how to get her to race.
She hopes that maybe if he eats enough he will stop pretending to be a useless fool in front of ignorant foreigners.
Reading FacesHe knows she wears her mask at all times so she can see without being seen. He still prefers to see her unsmiling face once in a while.
She knows his constant smile is a mask itself. She still prefers to see him smiling than anything else.
That TimeShe sinks into shame at the memory of her useless weight on his shoulder. What kind of guard needs to be saved by the one she guards? What kind of servant burdens her master? She remembers his voice, steady as always, but the tight grip around her legs belied his reassuring words in the streets of this strange city of monsters. Later, in a run down house far from the lights of that city, she wishes, through the pain on her left side, that he could have a life without the weight of his clan, country and unfit retainers. Where his heaviest burden is the summer rain on his shoulders.
He is relieved that she only lost an arm. Is this relief shameful? He remembers the dreadful feeling of her whole body tensing and the sudden shift in weight. He remembers she didn't make a sound. Afterward, she objected when he pressed his wadded jacket to her bloody shoulder, as if this questionable breach of propriety were taking place before the emperor himself instead of in a filthy alley in a strange city with only a stray dog in attendance. Later, he can only sit outside a run down house far from the lights of the city while others attend to her. As he waits, he wishes that he can be someone worth her sacrifice. He wonders if it is improper to wish he could be someone whose help she would not refuse. Someone she would let wipe the sweat from her skin.
AutomailShe has seen how that boy functions with his metal limbs. When they fought, she was surprised that he could move like a monkey. If that runt could do it, she would have no trouble. As long as he lives, she cannot stop moving forward.
He's seen how easily and naturally Edward moves with his metal limbs. When they fought, he was impressed at the automail's durability. But the part of him that is still him also knows it cannot be so wonderful since Edward wants so eagerly to be free of it. The part of him that is still him knows that not even the Philosopher's Stone will restore to her what she lost.
NowI may have stumbled, but I have yet to fall. Do not see the twisted path I have chosen. Look only for me. Wait for me. Please, wait for me.
I may have stumbled, but I have yet to fall. Do not see the twisted path I have chosen. Look only for me. Wait for me. Please, wait for me.