Woohoo, random ficlet!
Sep. 6th, 2005 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letterbladeHET, no less. *watches half of fiendslist expire*
I sprouted an AU!Roze earlier tonight. This is what happened. Hard R, Roze/multiple, bad slapdash title.
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Against the heavy mud wall of the cool cellar room, Kain's lips brushed her throat, Kain's leg shoved tight and tingling between hers, and he hesitated and whispered that her parents were looking down from heaven, they must know, and she answered, "If they're looking, they see that I love you. Kiss me. Please."
They weren't supposed to do it, but they did.
Hidden behind curtains in the starry chill of the night, she touched his belly, she touched his-- "What do I call it, anyway? Prick just sounds like I'm insulting you, manhood makes it sound like something that bursts into rooms to rescue people...well, it does!" and as he laughed and laughed naked beneath her, she kissed the swollen head of it, loved the weight of it, and when he breached her virgin before her wedding night, she cried only a little in pain and so much in joy, and didn't have to lean back and think of angels at all.
She wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but she did.
When she prayed the next day, she only whispered the bits about sin, because how could anything that felt that good be wrong?
But then he was gone.
*
Out of the afternoon sun from the west, out of the sheeting golden light, came a boy just as golden, pale in the brightness, not the brown of Lior, strong little body swaying and bounding over the sand, and she wanted to touch his hair and close his fighting eyes and lick the salt off his skin and hold all that compact strength against her breast, and even the thought of Kain's grave couldn't stay her wandering eyes.
She wasn't supposed to want him, but she did.
His arm was metal, his arm was steel, and at first glimpse she screamed, because flesh wasn't where flesh should be by all rights of god, but later, after they'd shackled him to the wall, she wondered what it would feel like, whether it was cold to the touch, whether her body would answer if steel fingers brushed her breasts, her stomach, whether he would scream if she leaned over right now and took helpless metal digits in her mouth, spit polish, but she ran away anyway.
She wasn't supposed to think it, but she did.
He was a foreigner and he was not the man she loved, for she was wed to death now, grass widow by Leto's law, and he frightened her, but too made her want to stagger to her feet and walk, run, and could it really be so wrong to look, to dream?
But then he was gone.
*
When the general's hand closed heavy over her chin, she flinched, teeth bared, and when the leer spread over his face, her gut rolled and she felt fear like she hadn't since the great broken bird staggered towards her, but because it wasn't fear of the unknown, because there were lives at stake, she bit her lip, dove into a game she wasn’t sure she could win, and shifted where she crouched and whispered, "I'll give you what you want. Just spare the children."
She wasn't supposed to invite him, but she did.
"Do you have a wife?" she asked him soft in the darkness, willing her hands across his heavy pale body, kneeling naked over him as he quavered in helpless lust and whispered, yes, he did, and she smiled and said, "I had a husband, once," and lowered herself onto him and bought her freedom with the clutches of her cunt.
She wasn't supposed to whore herself, but she did.
Because the rest of the soldiers were staring at her too, and she had to keep moving, she couldn't be afraid, hurt, helpless, and it was better than the alternative, wasn't it?
But then he was gone.
*
After Hakuro, Scar's big hands frightened her when they landed on her shoulders, but only a little, and he was a man of Ishbal, aloof, respectful, bound by taboos as ancient as Leto's, though outcast too, a murderer too, arm as unnatural as Ed's all shifting muscles and dark ink in the sunset.
She wasn't supposed to accept him, but she did.
He wept for his brother, for his country, for a woman without a name; he wept beneath eyelids distorted by the pale and jagged cross, and she slid thin arms around broad shoulders because she was stronger because she was a woman, and cradled his head between her breasts, and licked away his tears with his scar rough beneath her tongue, and kissed him.
They weren't supposed to do it, but they did.
And really, after all their crimes, after all the gods they'd betrayed, what was one more sin upon their souls, a little blot of lust, when all it brought them was some small, sweet comfort in all this hellish war?
But then he was gone.
*
And when Lyla with the ancient eyes offered her steaming poppy tea, she narrowed her eyes, hesitated, whole and unharmed and animal suspicious and running now, running towards the future, towards, perhaps, Edward in the distance, steel flashing in the sun.
Hesitated, tossed her head, and refused.
I sprouted an AU!Roze earlier tonight. This is what happened. Hard R, Roze/multiple, bad slapdash title.
~~~
Running Strong
Against the heavy mud wall of the cool cellar room, Kain's lips brushed her throat, Kain's leg shoved tight and tingling between hers, and he hesitated and whispered that her parents were looking down from heaven, they must know, and she answered, "If they're looking, they see that I love you. Kiss me. Please."
They weren't supposed to do it, but they did.
Hidden behind curtains in the starry chill of the night, she touched his belly, she touched his-- "What do I call it, anyway? Prick just sounds like I'm insulting you, manhood makes it sound like something that bursts into rooms to rescue people...well, it does!" and as he laughed and laughed naked beneath her, she kissed the swollen head of it, loved the weight of it, and when he breached her virgin before her wedding night, she cried only a little in pain and so much in joy, and didn't have to lean back and think of angels at all.
She wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but she did.
When she prayed the next day, she only whispered the bits about sin, because how could anything that felt that good be wrong?
But then he was gone.
*
Out of the afternoon sun from the west, out of the sheeting golden light, came a boy just as golden, pale in the brightness, not the brown of Lior, strong little body swaying and bounding over the sand, and she wanted to touch his hair and close his fighting eyes and lick the salt off his skin and hold all that compact strength against her breast, and even the thought of Kain's grave couldn't stay her wandering eyes.
She wasn't supposed to want him, but she did.
His arm was metal, his arm was steel, and at first glimpse she screamed, because flesh wasn't where flesh should be by all rights of god, but later, after they'd shackled him to the wall, she wondered what it would feel like, whether it was cold to the touch, whether her body would answer if steel fingers brushed her breasts, her stomach, whether he would scream if she leaned over right now and took helpless metal digits in her mouth, spit polish, but she ran away anyway.
She wasn't supposed to think it, but she did.
He was a foreigner and he was not the man she loved, for she was wed to death now, grass widow by Leto's law, and he frightened her, but too made her want to stagger to her feet and walk, run, and could it really be so wrong to look, to dream?
But then he was gone.
*
When the general's hand closed heavy over her chin, she flinched, teeth bared, and when the leer spread over his face, her gut rolled and she felt fear like she hadn't since the great broken bird staggered towards her, but because it wasn't fear of the unknown, because there were lives at stake, she bit her lip, dove into a game she wasn’t sure she could win, and shifted where she crouched and whispered, "I'll give you what you want. Just spare the children."
She wasn't supposed to invite him, but she did.
"Do you have a wife?" she asked him soft in the darkness, willing her hands across his heavy pale body, kneeling naked over him as he quavered in helpless lust and whispered, yes, he did, and she smiled and said, "I had a husband, once," and lowered herself onto him and bought her freedom with the clutches of her cunt.
She wasn't supposed to whore herself, but she did.
Because the rest of the soldiers were staring at her too, and she had to keep moving, she couldn't be afraid, hurt, helpless, and it was better than the alternative, wasn't it?
But then he was gone.
*
After Hakuro, Scar's big hands frightened her when they landed on her shoulders, but only a little, and he was a man of Ishbal, aloof, respectful, bound by taboos as ancient as Leto's, though outcast too, a murderer too, arm as unnatural as Ed's all shifting muscles and dark ink in the sunset.
She wasn't supposed to accept him, but she did.
He wept for his brother, for his country, for a woman without a name; he wept beneath eyelids distorted by the pale and jagged cross, and she slid thin arms around broad shoulders because she was stronger because she was a woman, and cradled his head between her breasts, and licked away his tears with his scar rough beneath her tongue, and kissed him.
They weren't supposed to do it, but they did.
And really, after all their crimes, after all the gods they'd betrayed, what was one more sin upon their souls, a little blot of lust, when all it brought them was some small, sweet comfort in all this hellish war?
But then he was gone.
*
And when Lyla with the ancient eyes offered her steaming poppy tea, she narrowed her eyes, hesitated, whole and unharmed and animal suspicious and running now, running towards the future, towards, perhaps, Edward in the distance, steel flashing in the sun.
Hesitated, tossed her head, and refused.
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 04:40 am (UTC)Wonderful prose as always and just a great fic in general. I really like this Roze.
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 05:32 am (UTC)Very sad. All the men in her life, good and bad, running out on her. I like the way she refused at the end.
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 05:32 am (UTC)Very sad. All the men in her life, good and bad, running out on her. I like the way she refused at the end.
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 08:27 pm (UTC)I think the potential for this is in canon Roze. I think she's stronger than most give her credit for, just stuck in a place she can't find her way out of.
*shuts herself up before she launches into the whole spiel* ;)
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC)And it's going to make me write my movie!verse Armstong/Rose now. :O
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 09:02 pm (UTC)(Though I'm waiting on fansubs for the movie, because I'm weird like that, so I'll have to read later, but it sounds, ah, interesting. ^^;;)
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sep. 6th, 2005 09:13 pm (UTC)The language of this piece is flowing, bordering on poetic. I find the best authors are the ones who take grammatical rules, pick and choose what parts they like best, and improvise with the rest. Seriously, this is a like a song of prose. Swaying and rhythmic while still complete and solid.
There is no concrit I could offer. You are ridiculously talented.
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Date: Sep. 7th, 2005 02:53 am (UTC)She is static; she's paralyzed. I keep pondering ways to more her forward without going AU; maybe one day I'll be able to write it properly. But, yes, it's all there. ^^
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Date: Sep. 10th, 2005 01:01 am (UTC)Hon, I could say exactly the same thing to you. *glomps* but thanks for reading!
And you should watch FMA. I think you'd enjoy it. XD
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Date: Sep. 10th, 2005 01:09 am (UTC)I should watch FMA; from what I've heard/seen it's pretty cool.
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Date: Sep. 10th, 2005 01:18 am (UTC)It's very cool. Huge twisty plot of doom, fantastic characters, great animation, at times very funny, at times incredibly dramatic (hence the joke that FMA stands for Finally, More Angst), at times delightfully horrific and gory, yaoi (and yuri, and everything else) potential out the wazoo, and much with the hot boy with artificial limbs. XD
Birthday's tomorrow, actually. But it's okay. *snugscritch*
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Date: Sep. 10th, 2005 01:21 am (UTC)I'm such the birthday-forgetting guy. *facepalm* Oh well. Happy (soon) Birthday!
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Date: Sep. 26th, 2005 11:10 pm (UTC)I like how you list the lovers she had (or wanted to have in Ed's case) and I like the ending. *hugs Rose* She is such a loveable character!