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tiamatschild
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: K
Characters: Ran Fan, Ling
Summary: Ran Fan’s always had a place in the world.
Notes: Written forcornerofmadness’s prompt: “Ran Fan, the edge of a blade”.
Strike True
Ran Fan didn’t know when the thought first occurred to her. It must have been when she was very young and her master was still younger, a shining child with a wicked smile and a knack for trouble, begging her to run so that he could chase her, unsteady on toddler legs. Then he would dart off, in a feint he was only beginning to develop, and vanish, so that she’d panic and search for him in frenzied worry, until his laughter gave his hiding place away. It must have been. Yes, she must have been very young, because she could not recall the first moment when she held a knife and thought, “Ah, here: this is what we are – he is the flat, the core, the solid slope that gives the blade its strength and direction and I – I am the cutting edge,” and shivered with bright, blossoming pleasure, low and cold in her belly, and smiled.
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tiamatschildFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: K
Characters: Ran Fan, Ling
Summary: Ran Fan’s always had a place in the world.
Notes: Written for
cornerofmadness’s prompt: “Ran Fan, the edge of a blade”.Strike True
Ran Fan didn’t know when the thought first occurred to her. It must have been when she was very young and her master was still younger, a shining child with a wicked smile and a knack for trouble, begging her to run so that he could chase her, unsteady on toddler legs. Then he would dart off, in a feint he was only beginning to develop, and vanish, so that she’d panic and search for him in frenzied worry, until his laughter gave his hiding place away. It must have been. Yes, she must have been very young, because she could not recall the first moment when she held a knife and thought, “Ah, here: this is what we are – he is the flat, the core, the solid slope that gives the blade its strength and direction and I – I am the cutting edge,” and shivered with bright, blossoming pleasure, low and cold in her belly, and smiled.
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Date: 2010-02-06 09:39 am (UTC)And I love little Ling failing to hide because he's too busy giggling.
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Date: 2010-02-06 05:58 pm (UTC)Thanks! I imagine Ling as a child was cunning, crafty... continually undone by his lack of control over his emotional responses.
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