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glyficTitle: By the River
Author:malurette
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist, '03 anim
Characters/Pairing: Scieszka & Winry, anim!Sloth
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Arakawa's
Prompt: "River / Stream / Brook" forladiesbingo
Note: translation of an older one shot
Word count: 750
***
There's not much to do here in Riesenburg. At this time, for Winry and for the friend she's brought here to keep her safe there's actually next to nothing to do. Nothing except to wait. Wait for time to pass, wait for the Elric Brothers to come back from wherever they've wandered to this time, wait for water under bridges, wait for the Army at Central to forget their break-in or at least drop the investigation so Scieszka can go home without risk.
There's not even a bridge close by but they're sitting by the water anyway, watching the river flow and life go by. It's fascinating, by the way, how the thing they call "a river" is made up of so many parts. There are waves and eddies and warbles along the grassy bank, calm pools in nooks behind rocks; that makes it a good metaphor for life. That, and the proverb that you don't cross the same river twice--a bit because the banks may change or not look like it but mostly because the water's flown with the time and--
Scieszka's getting a bit lost here, lost in contemplation. Anyway, the river's pretty. Theres's no such thing in Central City; there is a river but it's a slow, heavy, flat river enbanked in hard straight lines, its waters brownish-grey even on a blue skyed sunny day.
But here and then in the countryside next to a proper picturesque, singing river, everything's different. It even feels like, when the sun goes lower on the horizon, its slanting rays putting prettu colours in the sky, the river warbles in a new, different way than earlier that day under direct sunshine. Or is it the wind slowling down now that the air grows colder?
Oh what an experience...
(Scieszka can quote by heart at least four different descriptions of rivers from three different books but of course if she ever wanted to describe by herself this one here she's sitting by, words would fail her. Either she'd plagiarize, or it would sound... trite.)
Whatever, it's a wonderful sight; it'd be the perfect place and time and atmosphere for a kiss. Too bad she's afraid of making a move. She won't dare, this feeling is too much for shy little her. She tears her eyes away from the face she's so stricken with and goes back to look at the water. Pretty, twinkling water under the setting sun.
Instead of letting the flesh's base desires run wild she's losing herself within her own mind. Running water looks alive et reminds her of something--one thought leading to another. A woman's body changing shape, moving water, a river leaving its bed and showing a smiling face floating amid a liquid mass in a dark hallway. Water again, and life, and...
She's absconding in convoluted considerations on the nature and the motivations of these "aliens" her investigations uncovered, or rather these "homunculi" as Winry said they should be called instead. She remembers how unsettled and bothered they both were, Winry and herself, that fateful day, and wonders... why? why was that exactly? For her it was excitation as well as fear; Winry seemed fearless but... Winry's human too, very human, and the liquid woman was frightening. But then again, it could have it been exaltation too, at the idea of uncovering the truth, making a difference and saving... what were they trying to save, again? On hindsight, this plan was poorly laid out.
Then again even if Scieszka suspected aliens nobody could have predicted that liquid woman and how she did her best to frighten them, cementing the fear, making her latch harder on Winry for comfort.
It's odd how now, Scieszka felt almost sure she could and sould have harmed them yet didn't, that while she tried to latch at them she somehow did she hold back on purpose to scare them away and live to tell the tale, to stay away from that stuff bigger than you. Or, they were just very, very lucky that Lieutenant Ross came to save them when she did.
Anyway, that's food for thought, by the river as life flows by.
This water-based alien still making ripples in her memory. She knows she should just let go--you can't hold water in your hands no matter how tight you cup them--but--
Ah. Better to thank Winry once again for taking her here. In this nice, peaceful countryside by this pretty river, far far away from Central.
(All by themselves here. Hmm.)
Author:
maluretteFandom: FullMetal Alchemist, '03 anim
Characters/Pairing: Scieszka & Winry, anim!Sloth
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Arakawa's
Prompt: "River / Stream / Brook" for
ladiesbingo Note: translation of an older one shot
Word count: 750
There's not much to do here in Riesenburg. At this time, for Winry and for the friend she's brought here to keep her safe there's actually next to nothing to do. Nothing except to wait. Wait for time to pass, wait for the Elric Brothers to come back from wherever they've wandered to this time, wait for water under bridges, wait for the Army at Central to forget their break-in or at least drop the investigation so Scieszka can go home without risk.
There's not even a bridge close by but they're sitting by the water anyway, watching the river flow and life go by. It's fascinating, by the way, how the thing they call "a river" is made up of so many parts. There are waves and eddies and warbles along the grassy bank, calm pools in nooks behind rocks; that makes it a good metaphor for life. That, and the proverb that you don't cross the same river twice--a bit because the banks may change or not look like it but mostly because the water's flown with the time and--
Scieszka's getting a bit lost here, lost in contemplation. Anyway, the river's pretty. Theres's no such thing in Central City; there is a river but it's a slow, heavy, flat river enbanked in hard straight lines, its waters brownish-grey even on a blue skyed sunny day.
But here and then in the countryside next to a proper picturesque, singing river, everything's different. It even feels like, when the sun goes lower on the horizon, its slanting rays putting prettu colours in the sky, the river warbles in a new, different way than earlier that day under direct sunshine. Or is it the wind slowling down now that the air grows colder?
Oh what an experience...
(Scieszka can quote by heart at least four different descriptions of rivers from three different books but of course if she ever wanted to describe by herself this one here she's sitting by, words would fail her. Either she'd plagiarize, or it would sound... trite.)
Whatever, it's a wonderful sight; it'd be the perfect place and time and atmosphere for a kiss. Too bad she's afraid of making a move. She won't dare, this feeling is too much for shy little her. She tears her eyes away from the face she's so stricken with and goes back to look at the water. Pretty, twinkling water under the setting sun.
Instead of letting the flesh's base desires run wild she's losing herself within her own mind. Running water looks alive et reminds her of something--one thought leading to another. A woman's body changing shape, moving water, a river leaving its bed and showing a smiling face floating amid a liquid mass in a dark hallway. Water again, and life, and...
She's absconding in convoluted considerations on the nature and the motivations of these "aliens" her investigations uncovered, or rather these "homunculi" as Winry said they should be called instead. She remembers how unsettled and bothered they both were, Winry and herself, that fateful day, and wonders... why? why was that exactly? For her it was excitation as well as fear; Winry seemed fearless but... Winry's human too, very human, and the liquid woman was frightening. But then again, it could have it been exaltation too, at the idea of uncovering the truth, making a difference and saving... what were they trying to save, again? On hindsight, this plan was poorly laid out.
Then again even if Scieszka suspected aliens nobody could have predicted that liquid woman and how she did her best to frighten them, cementing the fear, making her latch harder on Winry for comfort.
It's odd how now, Scieszka felt almost sure she could and sould have harmed them yet didn't, that while she tried to latch at them she somehow did she hold back on purpose to scare them away and live to tell the tale, to stay away from that stuff bigger than you. Or, they were just very, very lucky that Lieutenant Ross came to save them when she did.
Anyway, that's food for thought, by the river as life flows by.
This water-based alien still making ripples in her memory. She knows she should just let go--you can't hold water in your hands no matter how tight you cup them--but--
Ah. Better to thank Winry once again for taking her here. In this nice, peaceful countryside by this pretty river, far far away from Central.
(All by themselves here. Hmm.)
