FMA: Empty Passion
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bard_linnTitle: Empty Passion
[Crack pairing, hold the crack fic.]
Summary: Their movements were fast, furious, and silent.
Rish (implied sex, nothing graphic. Yay for metaphors!), Spoilers (probably better to see end of series), Hidden pairing.
NOTE: Blame for this pairing goes tosockren.
Unbetaed. ^^;;;
Empty Passion
The motions were quick and furious now, rocking the pair sprawled on the ground, one’s back facing the ceiling, one’s facing the floor. The pair moved in time, constantly accelerating towards a goal on the horizon. It was an old ritual, as old as life itself.
Yet something was odd.
Sweat did not cling to their bodies, nor drip on the floor. Their breathing was even, despite their taxing movements. No cries of pleasure broke the air. Indeed, it was eerily silent.
They took no pleasure from this act; it was foolish and worthless in their eyes. The melding of bodies had nothing to do with their own desires. The motions that would have given so many humans pleasure - as well as potentially offspring - bored them.
But SHE wanted to see this, and what SHE wanted, she would receive. There were no questions in that matter, for SHE controlled their freedom and their life substance. If SHE had wished to see what had occurred in her absence from HIS side, then she would have it. If she desired to see the very act that had created a child so much like HIM, both in looks and talent, then it would be recreated. Her longings dictated all that happened in this place, and always would.
“Enough. Leave.”
At the sudden break in the silence, the pair broke a part. The figure on the floor abandoned physical form, morphing into a liquid state and flowing across the floor, reforming into a lovely woman wearing a pale violet suit. She silently turned and left, her steps leading her back towards the streets of Central, from which she would undoubtedly make her way back to her post as the Fuhrer’s secretary. Her partner’s appearance shimmered faintly, the guise of Hohenheim falling from his body in a flicker of light. Once he had returned to his normal form, Envy threw a glare at his “mother” and stomped out of the room. A voice echoed in his head, sounding suspiciously like Greed. “Not fond of your stepmother, Envy? You should be; she’s a lovely woman.”
“Shut up,” Envy growled. Maybe he’d go torment the Fullmetal brat some more. He shifted into a bird and abandoned Dante’s hide out, abandoning the place that so recently acted as a theater for the reenactment of Hohenheim and Trisha Elric’s love making, under the watchful eyes of Hohenheim’s first partner.
[Crack pairing, hold the crack fic.]
Summary: Their movements were fast, furious, and silent.
Rish (implied sex, nothing graphic. Yay for metaphors!), Spoilers (probably better to see end of series), Hidden pairing.
NOTE: Blame for this pairing goes to
sockren.Unbetaed. ^^;;;
Empty Passion
The motions were quick and furious now, rocking the pair sprawled on the ground, one’s back facing the ceiling, one’s facing the floor. The pair moved in time, constantly accelerating towards a goal on the horizon. It was an old ritual, as old as life itself.
Yet something was odd.
Sweat did not cling to their bodies, nor drip on the floor. Their breathing was even, despite their taxing movements. No cries of pleasure broke the air. Indeed, it was eerily silent.
They took no pleasure from this act; it was foolish and worthless in their eyes. The melding of bodies had nothing to do with their own desires. The motions that would have given so many humans pleasure - as well as potentially offspring - bored them.
But SHE wanted to see this, and what SHE wanted, she would receive. There were no questions in that matter, for SHE controlled their freedom and their life substance. If SHE had wished to see what had occurred in her absence from HIS side, then she would have it. If she desired to see the very act that had created a child so much like HIM, both in looks and talent, then it would be recreated. Her longings dictated all that happened in this place, and always would.
“Enough. Leave.”
At the sudden break in the silence, the pair broke a part. The figure on the floor abandoned physical form, morphing into a liquid state and flowing across the floor, reforming into a lovely woman wearing a pale violet suit. She silently turned and left, her steps leading her back towards the streets of Central, from which she would undoubtedly make her way back to her post as the Fuhrer’s secretary. Her partner’s appearance shimmered faintly, the guise of Hohenheim falling from his body in a flicker of light. Once he had returned to his normal form, Envy threw a glare at his “mother” and stomped out of the room. A voice echoed in his head, sounding suspiciously like Greed. “Not fond of your stepmother, Envy? You should be; she’s a lovely woman.”
“Shut up,” Envy growled. Maybe he’d go torment the Fullmetal brat some more. He shifted into a bird and abandoned Dante’s hide out, abandoning the place that so recently acted as a theater for the reenactment of Hohenheim and Trisha Elric’s love making, under the watchful eyes of Hohenheim’s first partner.
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Date: 2005-07-29 08:07 pm (UTC)GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH *runs around flailing and brushing away invisible dirt*
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Date: 2005-07-29 10:23 pm (UTC)And that's a completely logical assumption, considering they're in Central.
Did you see the next part of Ascension up? I know you liked that. It's down a few posts. ^^
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Date: 2005-07-29 11:20 pm (UTC)I think you caught Dante really well ^_^ She's a sick bitch really, I can imagine he wanting to see that.
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Date: 2005-07-30 12:02 am (UTC)Me thinks Dante is missing a bit up here. *taps head*
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