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scriveynerTitle: bird cage
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 325
Summary: It was a very quick and quiet realization.
The restrictions were there, unspoken. You had freedom until you did not, you could go anywhere you wanted except you couldn’t leave. Takeo didn’t seem to mind, of course he didn’t - he had an entire library’s knowledge at his full disposal, books and words and languages that didn’t exist to them, all new information and new ideas and new knowledge. Nicholas didn’t care about that, he hadn’t cared since that first moment staggering out of the transmutation circle. The only thing he cared about was getting HOME.
It was a quest that Takeo was supposed to share. They didn’t belong here in this strange other-world, in a land of fiction-made-real, where alchemy (née: magic) was the rule of the day and he feared he had already lost his best friend into the depths of those books. Takeo didn’t seem to care that they were being treated as criminals, as prisoners of a military that they shouldn’t trust - he was too wrapped up in everything else. It was Nick who was pacing the rooms and hallways, Nick who was watching the armed guards watch them with a look of open defiance, Nick who stared down Mustang who after a moment simply refused to meet his eye.
(He hadn’t quite worked around Mustang’s refusal to meet his glare until he caught his own reflection in the glass and remembered how his mother would compare his pictures to those of his grandfather in his youth and very suddenly Nick felt more ill than ever. He was NOT his grandfater, and Mustang and everyone around him would do well to remember that.)
It was a very quick and quiet realization.
If Nicholas Elric wanted to get home, he was going to have to find his way by himself.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 325
Summary: It was a very quick and quiet realization.
The restrictions were there, unspoken. You had freedom until you did not, you could go anywhere you wanted except you couldn’t leave. Takeo didn’t seem to mind, of course he didn’t - he had an entire library’s knowledge at his full disposal, books and words and languages that didn’t exist to them, all new information and new ideas and new knowledge. Nicholas didn’t care about that, he hadn’t cared since that first moment staggering out of the transmutation circle. The only thing he cared about was getting HOME.
It was a quest that Takeo was supposed to share. They didn’t belong here in this strange other-world, in a land of fiction-made-real, where alchemy (née: magic) was the rule of the day and he feared he had already lost his best friend into the depths of those books. Takeo didn’t seem to care that they were being treated as criminals, as prisoners of a military that they shouldn’t trust - he was too wrapped up in everything else. It was Nick who was pacing the rooms and hallways, Nick who was watching the armed guards watch them with a look of open defiance, Nick who stared down Mustang who after a moment simply refused to meet his eye.
(He hadn’t quite worked around Mustang’s refusal to meet his glare until he caught his own reflection in the glass and remembered how his mother would compare his pictures to those of his grandfather in his youth and very suddenly Nick felt more ill than ever. He was NOT his grandfater, and Mustang and everyone around him would do well to remember that.)
It was a very quick and quiet realization.
If Nicholas Elric wanted to get home, he was going to have to find his way by himself.
