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So. No more traveling for me, it looks like. Not that it's particularly a bad thing, of course. I've just...been doing it since I was eleven... It's going to be interesting to get used to.
I'm sort of really looking forward to it, though. I'm going to be studying Ishvalan alchemy. You know, before they completely nixed it from their religion and all. I personally don't think religion should have any place in alchemy, since it's a science and all, but it's still really fascinating looking at their completely different take on it. Since they were looking at alchemy as a gift from their god, Ishvala, it's a lot more spiritual, the way they practiced it, whereas the current form of alchemy is pure science. Like, they didn't use the periodic table of elements at all, and focused on the "four elements" - earth, air, fire, and water. They called them The Tetrad.
But anyway, I bet I'm just boring you all, so I'll get on with it.
Lastly, I received an anonymous request for a ficlet. I'm jumping outside my fandom again. It's from Bleach. It's nothing much, no need for any warnings or anything. Well, spoilers, I guess, if you haven't seen or read the first story arc.
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Borrowed Time
The first time they'd held hands, Renji had known he couldn't keep her. They'd been young then, dashing through the streets of Inuzuri on limber legs, laughter in their voices and expressions in spite of the danger. As yet untouched by death, they were still blissfully self-assured of their own immortality. Certainly they had each died once, or they would not have been there at all, and yet even in death they were in a curious state of almost-life which had clearly transcended corporeal death. After all, how else would they have found cause at all to smile?
Although Rukia had been the last to join Renji's group of friends, somehow, invariably, she had come to affect him the most. It was her quiet confidence that he was jealous of, and yet, the soothing pulse of her reiatsu, which he so envied, was enough to calm his anger, or soothe his fear or agitation.
Renji was not a peaceful person. Quick to anger, full of fighting spirit and defiance of authority at even such a young age…. His bright red hair seemed to announce his impulsive and brash nature to a world that needed no such formal wake-up call. However, though he was by no means a peaceful person, when he was around Rukia, he could pretend to be.
The first time they'd held hands, Renji had been young. But there hadn't been the usual boyish complaints, no worries of getting 'girl' on him. I don't want to get your hand dirty had been his objection. Even after running half a mile flat out, Rukia could look as perfectly composed as ever, and these were the things that Renji had worried about.
She had laughed at him. Normally this type of thing could cause all sorts of damage to a fragile male ego still in its formative stages, but Renji found Rukia's laughter infectious, even when it was directed at him. Maybe especially because it was directed at him. Don't be silly she'd told him. My hand is as dirty as yours is. He hadn't believed her, but he hadn't been able to let go, either.
I'm sort of really looking forward to it, though. I'm going to be studying Ishvalan alchemy. You know, before they completely nixed it from their religion and all. I personally don't think religion should have any place in alchemy, since it's a science and all, but it's still really fascinating looking at their completely different take on it. Since they were looking at alchemy as a gift from their god, Ishvala, it's a lot more spiritual, the way they practiced it, whereas the current form of alchemy is pure science. Like, they didn't use the periodic table of elements at all, and focused on the "four elements" - earth, air, fire, and water. They called them The Tetrad.
But anyway, I bet I'm just boring you all, so I'll get on with it.
Lastly, I received an anonymous request for a ficlet. I'm jumping outside my fandom again. It's from Bleach. It's nothing much, no need for any warnings or anything. Well, spoilers, I guess, if you haven't seen or read the first story arc.
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Borrowed Time
The first time they'd held hands, Renji had known he couldn't keep her. They'd been young then, dashing through the streets of Inuzuri on limber legs, laughter in their voices and expressions in spite of the danger. As yet untouched by death, they were still blissfully self-assured of their own immortality. Certainly they had each died once, or they would not have been there at all, and yet even in death they were in a curious state of almost-life which had clearly transcended corporeal death. After all, how else would they have found cause at all to smile?
Although Rukia had been the last to join Renji's group of friends, somehow, invariably, she had come to affect him the most. It was her quiet confidence that he was jealous of, and yet, the soothing pulse of her reiatsu, which he so envied, was enough to calm his anger, or soothe his fear or agitation.
Renji was not a peaceful person. Quick to anger, full of fighting spirit and defiance of authority at even such a young age…. His bright red hair seemed to announce his impulsive and brash nature to a world that needed no such formal wake-up call. However, though he was by no means a peaceful person, when he was around Rukia, he could pretend to be.
The first time they'd held hands, Renji had been young. But there hadn't been the usual boyish complaints, no worries of getting 'girl' on him. I don't want to get your hand dirty had been his objection. Even after running half a mile flat out, Rukia could look as perfectly composed as ever, and these were the things that Renji had worried about.
She had laughed at him. Normally this type of thing could cause all sorts of damage to a fragile male ego still in its formative stages, but Renji found Rukia's laughter infectious, even when it was directed at him. Maybe especially because it was directed at him. Don't be silly she'd told him. My hand is as dirty as yours is. He hadn't believed her, but he hadn't been able to let go, either.