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whiskeycoffeeTitle: Unwilling Virtue
Author: m.jules
Pairing: Ling/Ran Fan (with a healthy dose of one-sided Al/Ran Fan)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #1, news/letter
Disclaimer: These are not mine.
Rating: PG?
Wordcount: 200 on the dot
Author's Notes: Set during those infamous chapters. You know the ones. For my Ling/Ran Fan claim at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses.
He wished he were human like he’d never wished it before. Faced with the one thing that could pull Ling from the clutches of Greed, he felt those carbon-covered claws pulling at his own soul. He longed for flesh fingers to run through her hair, a mouth to press against the fierce set of her own. His metal chest rattled with the pounding of a heart he did not have and he cursed the sharp edges of his body that would not allow him to gather her against it.
Whether he wanted to touch her to comfort her or simply because she was beautiful he did not know. But he turned his eyeless vision away from the way the clean, white bandages clung to her olive skin, the flat planes of her stomach, and lowered his hollow metal shell to the floor as he told her what she wanted to know. He told her of the one she waited for, the one for whom she had lost her own flesh. He told her of the man who defeated greed to send her a simple message and tried to do the same.
Author: m.jules
Pairing: Ling/Ran Fan (with a healthy dose of one-sided Al/Ran Fan)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #1, news/letter
Disclaimer: These are not mine.
Rating: PG?
Wordcount: 200 on the dot
Author's Notes: Set during those infamous chapters. You know the ones. For my Ling/Ran Fan claim at
30_kisses.He wished he were human like he’d never wished it before. Faced with the one thing that could pull Ling from the clutches of Greed, he felt those carbon-covered claws pulling at his own soul. He longed for flesh fingers to run through her hair, a mouth to press against the fierce set of her own. His metal chest rattled with the pounding of a heart he did not have and he cursed the sharp edges of his body that would not allow him to gather her against it.
Whether he wanted to touch her to comfort her or simply because she was beautiful he did not know. But he turned his eyeless vision away from the way the clean, white bandages clung to her olive skin, the flat planes of her stomach, and lowered his hollow metal shell to the floor as he told her what she wanted to know. He told her of the one she waited for, the one for whom she had lost her own flesh. He told her of the man who defeated greed to send her a simple message and tried to do the same.
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