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“I am telling you, Daniel Sennert very clearly falsified his results. There has been test upon test debunking his theories!”
It was strange how, right around the time of Zelda’s and Leota’s disagreement, everyone else in the office seemed to have another place to be. Evidently, no one wanted to be caught the midst of their debate…
She keeps slipping on the floor ; over blood, dirt, and fractals of skull and bone. Though the risk of falling on her face is present, she can’t help but giggle when holding onto his hands. “ Oopsie! Aha! How ever will I be returning home! ”
And the maestro would join his aria! Laughing into the rot infested air. Her fingers clasped into his own so that she could make her mirthful trek across their shared ruin.
“Perhaps I shall never let you go home… keep you here, all for myself, so that we can make a paradise out of this tomb.” And he would emphasize his impishness in dipping into her neck, to shower in ticklish little kisses. Nearly wholesome, for a ballroom of the macabre. “What say you, my dear? You’ll belong to the dead and I!”
@deathleads said: “I want to know why you stayed.”
Christina should already know the answer to this one—does, probably, even if she wouldn’t want to admit it to herself—but then again, perhaps her thinking is that their time apart would offer him more… clarity, in forming his response.
Xigbar hopes she is prepared to be disappointed.
“I already told ya—all that research we did, as Ansem’s Apprentices? Couldn’t just abandon all that, after all we went through,” but even that answer doesn’t satisfy him—perhaps some portion of him, no matter how foolish, feels the need to be apologetic—so he goes on: “Look, I know you wanted me to go with you, and believe me, it was tempting. And even though things didn’t turn out as we’d hoped… ya gotta respect my decision.”
For what would be the point on lingering, Xigbar reasons, when it would change nothing?
“So maybe, instead of dwellin’ on it, we can move on and talk about somethin’ else.”
Send me forbidden thoughts your muse has about mine.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE, CHRISTINA.
Attendance to the formal gathering was asked of Hughes by those above him & he was obligated to attend. After spending the vast majority of his time at the event schmoosing those of higher rank, he wandered off for a breather, lingering along the sideline as others danced around him. It was then Hughes took notice of the State Alchemist nearby, offering her his most charming smile & his hand.
@deathleads asked: *gives Roy a little kiss cause she loves him so much*
As if he wouldn’t give one right back. Just a small token of affection to show his love for her.
AND IIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE UUUUUUUUU i know i yeet that meme i got PARANOID lol but listen the fact that we picked up after 3 years is amazing to me & every day i am so glad we did because we get to explore this amazing dynamic of hope & forgiveness & personal growth & overcoming so much , all the things that i would love for more people to do in their day to day lives but like ok anyway i just ,,, truly ,,, i love u so mcuh ,,, thank u for being my friend jhskgdg
It was almost instinctual to lean into her kiss, pout to grace lips as she pulled away. One that didn’t last long as curiosity crept over countenance, & he accepted the little box. Movie tickets? It’d been a long time since he’d last had the opportunity to slip away to the cinema for an evening & the thought of being able to do so with Chrissy? There was no better way to spend his birthday. Havoc beamed in response, the most charming & radiant smile he could summon & offered her his arm. “ I’d love to go! How about a late dinner afterward? My treat. ” @deathleads
How long has she been sitting in her car, her head resting on the wheel? Each moment passes so slowly, yet too fast. Overwhelmed and anxious, she should be used to danger like this! (generalized danger is much easier to handle than personal.) Maybe she’s trying to gather herself to walk into her superior’s home and offer her security without snapping. How tiring it was to withhold your emotions in such a way, especially when they were eating you alive. The windborne would like to think that had she not agreed to od this mission, she would be at home safe with her family.
(but that isn’t so; behind the anger, there is still an adoration for christina that doesn’t subside with this death sentence.)
That isn’t to say, she didn’t take her time getting there. Her inevitable sidetrack was triggered by one thing entirely: the sight of her family. Mar, in the storefront window below the house. Aurora swiftly made her way into the shop, where before mar could greet her, she was met with a tightly grasped hug never given by aurora in such a way. Tense, but desperate, IT ONLY CAUSES MAR TO GROW IN CONCERN. She asks, “what is it ‘rors?”
“Don’t go out until i come home, promise?”
No more waiting, she sits up and steps out of the car. When was the last time she was here with christina, speaking about their lives and work over tea? (It seems like centuries have passed.) Before closing the car door, she reaches for her pistol in the passenger seat, sliding it into her hip holster. There was never a need for mechanical weapons such as a gun, but who could blame her for seeking more safety at the hands of something meant to protect? (her alchemy could only do so much.)
The major makes her way to the front door, knocking on the door. She waited for a sound, maybe even a stir from the residence. (this was strange. There was always someone around-) a few moments pass before she repeats her action, now with more force behind each BANG BANG BANG!
Again, no answer.
Right hand instantly slips to her gun, resting on it, as her other is used to open the front door slowly. Unlocked, good. “Christina,” the young woman calls out. Any light seeping into the home was the luster of the sun, which was beginning to set behind the city buildings in the distance. Cautiously, she makes her way in, sweeping every inch of the house with her eyes. Something wasn’t right.
Her gun is now pointed into the darkness, searching for someone, or something- anything! “Christina!” her voice has grown louder, still wavering. ‘Don’t let your nerves get to you.’
This never ending silence, it HAD to mean that Christina was downstairs. Aurora tried to remember, how EXACTLY was she supposed to get down there? Christina had shown her once before. It was a hidden staircase, but where was it?
the coat closet.
no time to waste. she followed christina’s exact instructions as she remembered them. a quick array, the floor was transmuted away, revealing the staircase that the belladonna had shown the younger alchemist-
down to the depths, she wondered what would be lurking behind that lab door. “Christina!”
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Cosmos this is the sweetest and I’ll sob all over you I s2g 😭 ❤️
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It had, admittedly, been some time since Zelda began working in the shared space of the Amestris library. Glancing upon the lack of sunlight outside her window, Zelda suspected it had been roughly six hours. She smiled in gentle defeat and accepted the cup with thanks.
The first sip was refreshing, a light, sweet, floral taste with just a hint of peppermint. The second began to invigorate her, and by the third, Zelda’s thought began whirl once more, stubbornly clinging to the work she had turned from.
“This would be far easier if Central would only release the files I requested…” It seemed, however, that certain things were classified even to her.
“It’s absurd to keep information locked up,” she all but grumbled between additional sips. “We would never do such a thing in Hyrule!” A blatant lie. “How do you work under such conditions, Miss. Leota?”
💞 I love your dialogue style! There’s so much fun energy behind it. The little “Oh!’s” and “Darling’s…” is just irresistibly delightful. In general Christina’s dialogue style is Big! Dramatic! Flamboyant! Much like an old Hollywood star, and I am completely here for it.
💞 I love how you keep that dramatic Hollywood energy going in the narrative, from repeating questions to making very grand analogies for Christina’s thought process, it keeps everything very consistent and, again, is just fun to read.
💞 Maybe I’m biased because I like doing this myself, but I love that you tie your icons into the reply and sometimes let the image speak for itself! I feel like that’s the whole point of having a visual aid like icons, and it’s nice to see it being used effectively!
Christina saw him shirtless and flew into his arms, kissing him just underneath his neck , @deathleads
they are warm together , or perhaps they are burning — there is a passion between them that , perhaps , to the outside world seemed impossible . because she was meant to be his captor . because he was supposed to be her prisoner . & in a way , they filled those roles , but certainly not in the way the world would think .
how agonizing it was for him to try to keep a straight face , keep his love a secret whenever they ventured out ! he’d always been an open book , but with everything that was happening in amestris , their love was a liability . & gods , he would not be used against her . he would not be the source of grief — but behind closed doors , he had no need to worry about an image to keep , this hero & his most unlikely lover ! behind closed doors , they could have moments like this ! where she flew into his arms & kissed him wherever she wished .
where they would fall back onto the bed , where they would kiss & touch & die in love under the moonlight , to be reborn with the rising dawn !
@deathleads said: ‘ actually, you are the most important person in my life right now. ’
Such an admittance struck Xigbar in a way he wished himself incapable of experiencing. He’d done his best to avoid being of any importance to anyone else—to serve as the loudmouthed smart aleck that no one would ever suspect to be the chess master manipulating the pieces in a game no one else knew they were playing.
So to have been so thoroughly, utterly noticed—someone here, seeing him as more than a distracting nuisance or a stepping stone for what was believed to be a far “larger” plan—it put quite the damper on such meticulously-planned and underhanded scheming. But it was not simply in an objective sense—for, deep down, what he wouldn’t give for life to be more than… this.
There came that thoughtful hum, reverberating within his chest, as he considered what next to articulate—how best to respond—but in the end, he found the usual walls going back up, naught but a single glance towards her before murmuring, “Not to be a drag, but it’d be better for you to not set your standards so low, Miss Chris—believe me.”
His way of protecting her—protecting himself.
“I want to know why you stayed.” , @deathleads
the battles are over , now . central city is in shambles , but alchemists have started to work on fixing buildings , roads — local shops are starting to open up & the new government has vowed to right the wrongs of the prior one . in the aftermath , creta had sent its soldiers to retrieve their weapon . such was the way of war , wasn’t it . to take advantage of an opportunity .
although , atlas knew these soldiers . his soldiers , who looked battle - worn & shaken . as if they’d been helping defend civilians , too .
because he knew they had .
they were young , still . uncertain of how to just break from orders , but they did what was right . defending the people instead of immediately going to take atlas back . they were , of course , confused when he said he was going to stay — but after a little time to talk , they smiled at him & said that they’d all been hoping that maybe he’d find someone & settle down . gods only knew he deserved that . “ creta isn’t making human weapons . they didn’t make someone like you when you were taken away , ” spoke the new sergeant , a young woman with mousy brown hair . “ no one can replace you , lieutenant . creta doesn’t want to replace you . but , the point is , you’re happy here . the colonel will understand . ” & so he gave them pats on the shoulders , although in the end they did ask for hugs ( & of course he gave that , gods only knew they deserved it ) , & they went home to creta with news that the hero had settled down . that he was happy .
i want to know why you stayed .
that night , he lay entwined with his beloved , letting all of the fear & stress & sorrow melt away . but she asked , of course she asked . he’d wanted to go home when he’d first arrived , so why hadn’t he left now ?
❛ christina … my moon & stars … i stayed because i am home . wherever you are to welcome me with open arms is home . why would i ever leave you ? i could never — ❜
❛ so , please , don’t worry about that . i promise , i will always be here with you . ❜
Riza always remembers loving animals, although she never had any experience owning and caring for one before taking in Hayate. East Cliff, the town she grew up in, was a blend of industry and agriculture. While technology advancements meant domesticated animals were used less for transportation, it was only the very few upper middle class families who posessed actual vehicles. The rest still owned horses, oxen, and mules for hauling/transportation. And of course there were plenty of dogs, cats, chickens, rabbits…
But no. Not for the Hawkeye house.
Berthold Hawkeye was a man of academics, research. He had no need for a horse when he or his daughter could make the trek to town on foot. Eventually it wasn’t a question of need, than the ability to afford it as Berthold’s focus dove into the pits of flame alchemy, abandoning most of the rest of any more viable options for keeping the home afloat. And by that point, he didn’t leave East Cliff, let alone his property in the later years, unless there was an emergency he himself had to attend to in town.
I thought about her taking in a stray at one point, but I think the poignancy of Hayate is…he’s the first thing she’s taking in in her life. At all. Riza takes in Hayate intending to care for him when no one else could. Fuery, Breda, Falman, Havoc, even Mustang end up not taking him for various reasons. Hell, Fuery even asks Ed and Al, lol.
When she brings him back home the first time, Riza doesn’t realize what Hayate will bring as a source of comfort and companionship for herself. She’s not just the big mama taking care of a small and shivering puppy. He is a big reason why she manages to stay afloat, and in my opinion, start to do better. He isn’t a cure, by any means. There is no perfect cure for her feelings and experiences, but he’s a balm that can alleviate a fraction of the pain or anxiety on her worst of days.
So from a narrative standpoint, that’s far more effective and noteworthy if she has never owned a pet, even if she may have wanted one. I personally know a ton of people who want pets but haven’t got around to getting one, whether it’s time, resources, etc… (lol me….). Yeah she wanted pets but never had them until Hayate.
As for caring for him, the biggest hurdle is figuring out the signs because Hayate when she gets him…him baby. Him smol baby. Puppies are very fragile, and she does a lot of reading and asking another officer whom she knows their family raises and breeds dogs and horses. They give her enough info, so it’s the day to day struggles of making sure he’s feed regularly until he can start to eat twice a day, taken out for walks, and socialized with other dogs once he’s got his shots. Luckily, the Colonel allows her to bring him along to work in the early weeks when he can’t be left alone for a full days work.
The hardest part of training Hayate was his energy. He is a very energetic pup, very stubborn, but when put to the task, becomes more and more easy to please. She’s lucky he vibes with her energy so well, and eventually he’s basically her little shadow, following her around the office, sitting at her feet at her desk, when he isn’t trying to beg for treats at Roy’s desk or napping in Fuery’s lap as he tinkers.
[ A sarcastic figure of speech after the soldier who’d nearly closed the door in their faces: “Where I come from, holding a door is common courtesy”. And when she asks for clarification- “Where ARE you from?”- the sergeant’s shrugged chuckle prompts her earnesty: she wants to know where he’s from. ]
❝ Heh, nowhere special, really. I come from just west of the Central border,
a little town between the hills, and at the end of a river. ❞
[ The name isn’t important; no one’s ever heard of it, anyways. But he gestures back towards the woman with a gleam of curiosity. ]
❝ What about you? Are you from around here? ❞
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“So, in case you didn’t know, the moogles talk to each other no matter what world you’re on.” Vanitas rested one hand on his hip as he explained this, the other hand in the air. “So if you steal from one of ‘em, all of ‘em will know. And the ones in Radiant Garden overcharge on everything. Worst place to buy food. You have to get really fucking creative with getting it from them.”