No Face (Have Not, Want Not, Do Not)
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Can't
Fullmetal Alchemist. Alex-Louis angst, some early stretch of time after Ishbal. Just barely squeaks over double-drabble length.
No content warnings; OMG NO PAIRINGS WHUT.
Can't.
Those four letters have become his life.
Father always praised him, growing up, and mother rewarded his efforts, no matter what--but oh, that look; their eyes tightened, the shine went out of their smiles just a bit--even their sparkling auras drooped and diminished.
He dreaded that look.
They don't look him in the eyes, now. They stop moving when he enters a room and half-shout his name when they want his attention, as if he were deaf or a dullard, and never touch him.
He should have died. He's tried to tell them this. He can't.
They never mention the dinner.
He'd crawled under the table, for godsake.
It has no name, this seeing that doesn't stop, eyes open, eyes closed, awake, asleep. He needs spectacles for reading; he'll never see straight again. He didn't blink for two days. He couldn't.
There are new notations in his file, words in red; some of them are the names of tinctures.
One of them is the name of a specialist.
He's never seen his father break into a sweat, not until now. His mother grips his arm.
He wants to tell them what the doctor promised.
He wants to say it will be alright.
He can't.
I have no pink sparkly icon. WOE.
Fullmetal Alchemist. Alex-Louis angst, some early stretch of time after Ishbal. Just barely squeaks over double-drabble length.
No content warnings; OMG NO PAIRINGS WHUT.
Can't.
Those four letters have become his life.
Father always praised him, growing up, and mother rewarded his efforts, no matter what--but oh, that look; their eyes tightened, the shine went out of their smiles just a bit--even their sparkling auras drooped and diminished.
He dreaded that look.
They don't look him in the eyes, now. They stop moving when he enters a room and half-shout his name when they want his attention, as if he were deaf or a dullard, and never touch him.
He should have died. He's tried to tell them this. He can't.
They never mention the dinner.
He'd crawled under the table, for godsake.
It has no name, this seeing that doesn't stop, eyes open, eyes closed, awake, asleep. He needs spectacles for reading; he'll never see straight again. He didn't blink for two days. He couldn't.
There are new notations in his file, words in red; some of them are the names of tinctures.
One of them is the name of a specialist.
He's never seen his father break into a sweat, not until now. His mother grips his arm.
He wants to tell them what the doctor promised.
He wants to say it will be alright.
He can't.
I have no pink sparkly icon. WOE.
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Date: 2008-05-31 03:37 am (UTC)Lots.
Like, LOTS.
And it's a lie, I love the man like you won't believe, I just can't do him justice. Like Gai. Except Gai doesn't sparkle too much and I don't need to write freakin' dialogue for the sparkles.no subject
Date: 2008-05-31 03:56 am (UTC)I'm really tired so this comment boils down to a lot of Alex-Louis squee and OH GOD GAI. I just met Gai for the first time last week and he is so wonderfully wonderful.
Someone wrote an Alex/Gai humor thing at fanfiction.net, and well I kind of almost half want to see a for-serious one, because it would be so AWESOME.
I just, Alex is about honor and family and physical strength that does nothing against his inner demons. With PINK SPARKLIES. I could not fail to adore this character. <3
Oh wow you have pink sparkle dialogue? Wow! ^_^
Can I hear? *feeds the sparkles while looking innocent.*
And also, thank you very muchly. I really like your work, so. *Glows.* ^_^