Fic: White Lies (FMA)
Title: White Lies
Characters: Major Miles, Olivier Armstrong
Rating: G
Word Count: 249
Summary: Miles arrives to the northernmost garrison, Fort Briggs.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Forbidden Love at fma_fic_contest and actually won the second place :) Lovely banner made by the talented lepharus!
The train station is but a shadow dancing in the blizzard. Everywhere, whiteness fills your vision, blinding and infinite. The soldier on the platform snaps a sharp salute at you. He has the bulk of a bear and his face is hard.
“Welcome to Briggs, Major.”
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General Armstrong is like the mountains that surround you, like this fort she commands, unforgiving. She barks orders like the howl of a storm and her eyes are barren and sullen like the frozen land of this hell.
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Briggs is lonely. It is impenetrable, a wall of concrete and ice and soldiers. You see distrust on their face, you hear contempt in her voice, an angry demand that echoes in your mind, prove yourself, prove yourself, prove yourself. You let it all slide. You are no stranger to the military and its barking dogs. You hope she doesn’t disappoint you.
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You become used to the mountains, she becomes used to you. She appoints you her personal aid because it is in her nature, she only wants the best. And yet you see it, you trouble her. Irritation and curiosity battle in her eyes but you watch out for what hides carefully in her shadows. When finally you see it, it is like finding the missing piece of a puzzle. You lean in close to her, one hand on the fist that rests on her sword and whisper. “There is no need for a winner or a loser in this game.”
Characters: Major Miles, Olivier Armstrong
Rating: G
Word Count: 249
Summary: Miles arrives to the northernmost garrison, Fort Briggs.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Forbidden Love at fma_fic_contest and actually won the second place :) Lovely banner made by the talented lepharus!
The train station is but a shadow dancing in the blizzard. Everywhere, whiteness fills your vision, blinding and infinite. The soldier on the platform snaps a sharp salute at you. He has the bulk of a bear and his face is hard.
“Welcome to Briggs, Major.”
*
General Armstrong is like the mountains that surround you, like this fort she commands, unforgiving. She barks orders like the howl of a storm and her eyes are barren and sullen like the frozen land of this hell.
*
Briggs is lonely. It is impenetrable, a wall of concrete and ice and soldiers. You see distrust on their face, you hear contempt in her voice, an angry demand that echoes in your mind, prove yourself, prove yourself, prove yourself. You let it all slide. You are no stranger to the military and its barking dogs. You hope she doesn’t disappoint you.
*
You become used to the mountains, she becomes used to you. She appoints you her personal aid because it is in her nature, she only wants the best. And yet you see it, you trouble her. Irritation and curiosity battle in her eyes but you watch out for what hides carefully in her shadows. When finally you see it, it is like finding the missing piece of a puzzle. You lean in close to her, one hand on the fist that rests on her sword and whisper. “There is no need for a winner or a loser in this game.”