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scriveynerTitle: cease
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: It was strangely silent, inside his own head.
It was strangely silent, inside his own head.
The sound, all of it - the wind whipping through the papers and flipping books off of the desk, rattling curtains and blasting through sheets and Takeo’s yells - screams, really - all of it gone, in an absolute silence that was more unsettling than the cacophony before it.
The blood was smeared on the palm of his right hand, it had been bleeding still until just a moment ago, until the blue light lit red and everything else went white.
He had not even bothered to ask what the transmutation circle did - a foolish thought, both in form and practice - why would he have bothered, he couldn’t have known that it was going to work! That the lines lit white like a LED light and Takeo’s crow of excitement, and hadn’t he been swept along in the sheer jubilation? This thing, this fictional thing was real and in that moment there was unbridled joy.
And now he was here, in the nothingness that spanned eternity.
The black hand caressed his cheek, coming from behind - a gentle touch, almost like his mother’s - and then he panicked, and turned about like he should have all along.
It was an obsidian monolith, the black doors cracked just so, and more hands were coming for him even now. He staggered back and almost tripped over his own feet, clumsy with fear, and one of the hands wrapped around his wrist, its grip like hardened steel.
No.
No, this was not happening, this was not real, this was FICTION and FANTASY and the door cracked open just slightly wider, and for the first time he saw the eyes.
Nicholas Elric did not even have time to scream before the darkness swallowed him.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: It was strangely silent, inside his own head.
It was strangely silent, inside his own head.
The sound, all of it - the wind whipping through the papers and flipping books off of the desk, rattling curtains and blasting through sheets and Takeo’s yells - screams, really - all of it gone, in an absolute silence that was more unsettling than the cacophony before it.
The blood was smeared on the palm of his right hand, it had been bleeding still until just a moment ago, until the blue light lit red and everything else went white.
He had not even bothered to ask what the transmutation circle did - a foolish thought, both in form and practice - why would he have bothered, he couldn’t have known that it was going to work! That the lines lit white like a LED light and Takeo’s crow of excitement, and hadn’t he been swept along in the sheer jubilation? This thing, this fictional thing was real and in that moment there was unbridled joy.
And now he was here, in the nothingness that spanned eternity.
The black hand caressed his cheek, coming from behind - a gentle touch, almost like his mother’s - and then he panicked, and turned about like he should have all along.
It was an obsidian monolith, the black doors cracked just so, and more hands were coming for him even now. He staggered back and almost tripped over his own feet, clumsy with fear, and one of the hands wrapped around his wrist, its grip like hardened steel.
No.
No, this was not happening, this was not real, this was FICTION and FANTASY and the door cracked open just slightly wider, and for the first time he saw the eyes.
Nicholas Elric did not even have time to scream before the darkness swallowed him.
