Drabble Post - Iridescence (FMA)
Jan. 14th, 2014 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And, here's the first of my
fandom_stocking entries. This was written for
jordannamorgan and is based on her "Blood Ties" alternate to the "Fullmetal Alchemist: Conqueror of Shamballa" movie. ...Well, it's more based on all the tantalizing little hints she's tossed my way for a continuation of "Blood Ties". All the same, I think it stands on its own if you just imagine Noa from "Conqueror of Shamballa" finally reaching Amestris.
Iridescence
The first sunrise in her new world was an unspeakable joy she would treasure the rest of her life. The seventh was a wonder. After a year, she knew she would never tire of watching the darkness yield to dawn.
To see the sun, to feel warmth on her skin without pain or the harsh clamor of inhuman instinct was joy enough. But, it was the colors that brought her back morning after morning.
Colors she had no names for. Red and pink and orange and gold, yes. And, no. Even with a command of three languages, no words could capture these colors.
Her new home was an entire world of hues she had never known. Blue skies so vibrant they took her breath away. Flowers so yellow they could have been tiny suns glittering in the fields. Red brick houses standing splashed across rolling hills of brightest green.
She loved them all.
But, the sunrises were her favorite. Each a new beginning, a reminder, a promise.
She had been given a second chance. More than that. A series of second chances.
And, she meant to treasure each day from the first blush of pink to the last fading violet.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Iridescence
The first sunrise in her new world was an unspeakable joy she would treasure the rest of her life. The seventh was a wonder. After a year, she knew she would never tire of watching the darkness yield to dawn.
To see the sun, to feel warmth on her skin without pain or the harsh clamor of inhuman instinct was joy enough. But, it was the colors that brought her back morning after morning.
Colors she had no names for. Red and pink and orange and gold, yes. And, no. Even with a command of three languages, no words could capture these colors.
Her new home was an entire world of hues she had never known. Blue skies so vibrant they took her breath away. Flowers so yellow they could have been tiny suns glittering in the fields. Red brick houses standing splashed across rolling hills of brightest green.
She loved them all.
But, the sunrises were her favorite. Each a new beginning, a reminder, a promise.
She had been given a second chance. More than that. A series of second chances.
And, she meant to treasure each day from the first blush of pink to the last fading violet.