Moral Compass part two- Daze
Moral Compass- Daze
Spoilers: a mass near the end of the series
Pairing: Alphonse/Kimbley
Notes: Yes, I did decide to continue it. YAY!
Part one
Part two
There was nothing for it. The weaning process had gone well at first, but the moment he’d started gaining lucidity, things had started to go downhill. The shakes hadn’t returned, and he hadn’t been damaged, but recognition had come with a feral, and obviously clear, desire to hurt.
The only reason he wasn’t dead was revealed when the man had glared helplessly down at his hands. It seemed that he was still unable to focus properly to use his alchemy. The attack he had tried had resulted in him stumbling over his own feet, ending up on hands and knees as he continued to give Alphonse dark, threatening looks that made clear what he’d do to him if he dared get in reach.
That had been enough motivation to try and find another drug, or at the very least to slow down on what he was doing. He wasn’t sure how many more days he had before his brother came home, and he didn’t need him to see Kimbley up and around if it meant that the up and around was a bad thing. It was bad enough that his plan didn’t seem to be working.
So he came to this moment, where he was approaching the man, brush in hand. He wasn’t completely unaware, the look in his eyes enough to indicate that he was watching, unlike he’d been for the first few months of this experiment. The lack of obvious hostility and his calmness was by no means something that Alphonse took as a personal compliment. He’d hiked the drug dosage that morning without bringing it back to the old level.
“I know you don’t like being this way, but we both remember what happened when you had the chance to be otherwise.” He slid behind the man, starting the brush at the bottom of his long hair as he spoke.
The words were met with a soft growl, a faint twitch, and a slowly raised hand. He was in there, and he seemed determined to make his displeasure known. It didn’t even get him so much as a second’s pause.
“Don’t be like that. I’ve been brushing out this mess for a while now. It’s nothing new. Someone had to make sure you stayed properly groomed while you were like that. Not to say you were incapable, but some of the finer things seemed to escape you. If anything, you seem more hindered now than when you were oblivious to yourself.”
The blond teen could feel the subtle cringe that his words caused in the man under his hands, and he petted his palm down his back in a soothing motion before resuming what he’d been doing. Just because he was a little aware didn’t mean Kimbley was all there by any means. If he had been, then he wouldn’t have leaned into the petting and allowed himself to be distracted mere moments later.
“I do hope you’ll start talking back to me soon. These conversations seem a bit one sided when you can’t focus well enough to talk to me.”
As soon as the last tangle was dealt with, Alphonse put the brush aside, pulling the man back into a loose hug. It would have been hard to miss the confusion that his actions caused as golden eyes swung immediately to face him. Of course, the man also tried to get out of it, not being fond of the contact even in his most drugged state.
“Shh, it’s late, just rest a bit while dinner finishes up. You can be up and about for a little while after that.”
Seeing the start of frustration on the captive man’s face when his effort to get up was easily hindered, the teen started to run his fingers through his hair. The distraction worked just like it should have, distracting him from his need to get away much like he would have for a wild feline. The blond tucked the newly calmed alchemist back into place, keeping an eye on the clock for when he’d have to deal with the food on the stove.
His thoughts drifted a little, and he realized one simple fact. He hadn’t been patient enough. If he just took his time, then this would turn out perfectly.
Spoilers: a mass near the end of the series
Pairing: Alphonse/Kimbley
Notes: Yes, I did decide to continue it. YAY!
Part one
Part two
There was nothing for it. The weaning process had gone well at first, but the moment he’d started gaining lucidity, things had started to go downhill. The shakes hadn’t returned, and he hadn’t been damaged, but recognition had come with a feral, and obviously clear, desire to hurt.
The only reason he wasn’t dead was revealed when the man had glared helplessly down at his hands. It seemed that he was still unable to focus properly to use his alchemy. The attack he had tried had resulted in him stumbling over his own feet, ending up on hands and knees as he continued to give Alphonse dark, threatening looks that made clear what he’d do to him if he dared get in reach.
That had been enough motivation to try and find another drug, or at the very least to slow down on what he was doing. He wasn’t sure how many more days he had before his brother came home, and he didn’t need him to see Kimbley up and around if it meant that the up and around was a bad thing. It was bad enough that his plan didn’t seem to be working.
So he came to this moment, where he was approaching the man, brush in hand. He wasn’t completely unaware, the look in his eyes enough to indicate that he was watching, unlike he’d been for the first few months of this experiment. The lack of obvious hostility and his calmness was by no means something that Alphonse took as a personal compliment. He’d hiked the drug dosage that morning without bringing it back to the old level.
“I know you don’t like being this way, but we both remember what happened when you had the chance to be otherwise.” He slid behind the man, starting the brush at the bottom of his long hair as he spoke.
The words were met with a soft growl, a faint twitch, and a slowly raised hand. He was in there, and he seemed determined to make his displeasure known. It didn’t even get him so much as a second’s pause.
“Don’t be like that. I’ve been brushing out this mess for a while now. It’s nothing new. Someone had to make sure you stayed properly groomed while you were like that. Not to say you were incapable, but some of the finer things seemed to escape you. If anything, you seem more hindered now than when you were oblivious to yourself.”
The blond teen could feel the subtle cringe that his words caused in the man under his hands, and he petted his palm down his back in a soothing motion before resuming what he’d been doing. Just because he was a little aware didn’t mean Kimbley was all there by any means. If he had been, then he wouldn’t have leaned into the petting and allowed himself to be distracted mere moments later.
“I do hope you’ll start talking back to me soon. These conversations seem a bit one sided when you can’t focus well enough to talk to me.”
As soon as the last tangle was dealt with, Alphonse put the brush aside, pulling the man back into a loose hug. It would have been hard to miss the confusion that his actions caused as golden eyes swung immediately to face him. Of course, the man also tried to get out of it, not being fond of the contact even in his most drugged state.
“Shh, it’s late, just rest a bit while dinner finishes up. You can be up and about for a little while after that.”
Seeing the start of frustration on the captive man’s face when his effort to get up was easily hindered, the teen started to run his fingers through his hair. The distraction worked just like it should have, distracting him from his need to get away much like he would have for a wild feline. The blond tucked the newly calmed alchemist back into place, keeping an eye on the clock for when he’d have to deal with the food on the stove.
His thoughts drifted a little, and he realized one simple fact. He hadn’t been patient enough. If he just took his time, then this would turn out perfectly.