Assimilations [April 22nd] [Ling/Ran Fan] [FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST]
Title :: Assimilations
Prompt :: April 22nd, “with the right to rule came the duty to protect” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Ling, Lingreed, mentions of Ran Fan; Ling/Ran Fan implied
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 145
Summary :: He finds himself glad, suddenly, for the imposing familiarity of armour, for the sharp contours of the mask.
He finds himself glad, suddenly, for the imposing familiarity of armour, for the sharp contours of the mask.
It is perhaps the simplest form of this sin - her skin is for no eyes but his, and not even this presence alongside his should be so privileged as to see those marks of passage, those scars that spell out the story of their journey.
Their journey.
And on this, he refuses to compromise, takes his cues from the sharply straight line of her own spine.
(But yet he cannot ignore the part that is both, the part that notes the newly-forged flash of metal and the smooth solidity of her movements and thinks only, Ours. Because here, now, they match, shared faith imprinted upon iron skin; and perhaps it no longer matters who reigns, so long as they remain side by side and fusing into one.)
Prompt :: April 22nd, “with the right to rule came the duty to protect” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Ling, Lingreed, mentions of Ran Fan; Ling/Ran Fan implied
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 145
Summary :: He finds himself glad, suddenly, for the imposing familiarity of armour, for the sharp contours of the mask.
He finds himself glad, suddenly, for the imposing familiarity of armour, for the sharp contours of the mask.
It is perhaps the simplest form of this sin - her skin is for no eyes but his, and not even this presence alongside his should be so privileged as to see those marks of passage, those scars that spell out the story of their journey.
Their journey.
And on this, he refuses to compromise, takes his cues from the sharply straight line of her own spine.
(But yet he cannot ignore the part that is both, the part that notes the newly-forged flash of metal and the smooth solidity of her movements and thinks only, Ours. Because here, now, they match, shared faith imprinted upon iron skin; and perhaps it no longer matters who reigns, so long as they remain side by side and fusing into one.)