Drabble Post - Two in One!
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kristenskYeah, more Fullmetal Alchemist drabbles because... you know, I have no idea why. Because plotbunnies attacked me. So, here are a couple of Fullmetal Alchemist the Movie: Conqueror of Shamballa-based drabbles:
Madness
“No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness,” Alfons Heiderich often reminded himself.
And, Edward Elric was brilliantly mad. He was focused and intense and frighteningly driven. His insights into their designs had been invaluable.
Yet, sometimes, Alfons would catch Edward gawking at some simple piece of technology as though he had never seen its like. At other times, he would find Edward swearing bitterly at some of their newest lab equipment, muttering about how primitive it was.
And then, there were those times when Edward told his stories of adventures in another world. They started one rare evening when Edward accompanied the team to a beer hall. Alfons had thought nothing of it given Edward was drunk. But, slowly, little things began to slip out in casual conversation - stories, anecdotes. And, Alfons gradually realized that Edward really believed his stories.
So, again and again, Alfons guiltily came to the conclusion that Edward was as mad as he was brilliant.
And then, Edward’s eyes would catch the light, and Alfons would have to admit that they weren’t just a light brown.
They were golden.
No one had golden eyes.
At least, no one from this world.
Notes: Alfons' line at the beginning is a quote from Aristotle I dug up on the web.
And, then:
Waiting
This world is ice and snow and cold, so cold. The fire he once possessed is nothing but ash, smoldering in his soul. But, it was his choice. He willingly gave up everything. Now, alone and powerless, he waits.
This world is home and not home, filled with faces he knows and people he does not. The drive he once possessed is nothing but a flicker of hope in his soul. But, it was his choice. He willingly gave up everything. Now, alone and powerless, he waits.
Waiting, trapped in the hells they chose.
Waiting, for something they cannot name.
Notes: This one was done as a comparison of the two characters in question when it occurred to me that there were some interesting similarities in their situations. It's not meant to imply that they're waiting for each other.
Madness
“No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness,” Alfons Heiderich often reminded himself.
And, Edward Elric was brilliantly mad. He was focused and intense and frighteningly driven. His insights into their designs had been invaluable.
Yet, sometimes, Alfons would catch Edward gawking at some simple piece of technology as though he had never seen its like. At other times, he would find Edward swearing bitterly at some of their newest lab equipment, muttering about how primitive it was.
And then, there were those times when Edward told his stories of adventures in another world. They started one rare evening when Edward accompanied the team to a beer hall. Alfons had thought nothing of it given Edward was drunk. But, slowly, little things began to slip out in casual conversation - stories, anecdotes. And, Alfons gradually realized that Edward really believed his stories.
So, again and again, Alfons guiltily came to the conclusion that Edward was as mad as he was brilliant.
And then, Edward’s eyes would catch the light, and Alfons would have to admit that they weren’t just a light brown.
They were golden.
No one had golden eyes.
At least, no one from this world.
Notes: Alfons' line at the beginning is a quote from Aristotle I dug up on the web.
And, then:
Waiting
This world is ice and snow and cold, so cold. The fire he once possessed is nothing but ash, smoldering in his soul. But, it was his choice. He willingly gave up everything. Now, alone and powerless, he waits.
This world is home and not home, filled with faces he knows and people he does not. The drive he once possessed is nothing but a flicker of hope in his soul. But, it was his choice. He willingly gave up everything. Now, alone and powerless, he waits.
Waiting, trapped in the hells they chose.
Waiting, for something they cannot name.
Notes: This one was done as a comparison of the two characters in question when it occurred to me that there were some interesting similarities in their situations. It's not meant to imply that they're waiting for each other.
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Date: 2009-08-25 06:38 am (UTC)Be well!
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Date: 2009-08-25 02:04 pm (UTC)Oh, and I must say that having golden brown eyes like a cat's sounds nice. I hoped one of my last kittens would have eyes that color (or orange), but it seems I can only have green-eyed cats.