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scriveynerTitle: Gifted
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 331
Summary: "If the words 'watch this' are about to pass through your lips again, might I remind you that your eyebrows have just now grown back?"
Nick lifted one finger when Takeo opened his mouth. “If the words ‘watch this’ are about to pass through your lips again, might I remind you that your eyebrows have just now grown back?"
Takeo scowled and rubbed his hand over his forehead, as if to check that his eyebrows were still there. "That wasn’t entirely my fault,” he complained.
Nick finally looked up from the newspaper he was reading. “Takeo, you set your own hair on fire. Whatever it is you want me to watch I’ll do it from here."
Takeo propped his hands on his hips and glowered at Nick, who shuffled the sections and opened a new one. He looked down at his boots - not quite as polished as the military boots were supposed to be, but not as defiantly scuffed as Nick’s - and then back up again, brow furrowed.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Nick jolted backwards at the small fireball that erupted scant inches from his nose. He flailed backwards, newspaper pages going everywhere and the very tips of his bangs singed. "Wh-wh,” Nick sputtered, fanning in front of his face angrily. “What the HELL, TAK-"
Takeo raised his hands, this time both of them poised to snap. "I said,” he said calmly. “Watch this."
This time, when he snapped, both of the flames - tiny little sparks of light - rebounded against each other in midair. The flames reacted to each other, twisting in the air in a vine-like pattern, growing upward until the small conflagration fizzled out, sending sooty smoke to coat the ceiling.
"See,” Takeo said, glancing at the gloves he was wearing. “I told you I’d figure it out, eventually. I even used my own transmutation circle, not Mustang’s.” He grinned. “I’ll master fire alchemy yet.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 331
Summary: "If the words 'watch this' are about to pass through your lips again, might I remind you that your eyebrows have just now grown back?"
Nick lifted one finger when Takeo opened his mouth. “If the words ‘watch this’ are about to pass through your lips again, might I remind you that your eyebrows have just now grown back?"
Takeo scowled and rubbed his hand over his forehead, as if to check that his eyebrows were still there. "That wasn’t entirely my fault,” he complained.
Nick finally looked up from the newspaper he was reading. “Takeo, you set your own hair on fire. Whatever it is you want me to watch I’ll do it from here."
Takeo propped his hands on his hips and glowered at Nick, who shuffled the sections and opened a new one. He looked down at his boots - not quite as polished as the military boots were supposed to be, but not as defiantly scuffed as Nick’s - and then back up again, brow furrowed.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Nick jolted backwards at the small fireball that erupted scant inches from his nose. He flailed backwards, newspaper pages going everywhere and the very tips of his bangs singed. "Wh-wh,” Nick sputtered, fanning in front of his face angrily. “What the HELL, TAK-"
Takeo raised his hands, this time both of them poised to snap. "I said,” he said calmly. “Watch this."
This time, when he snapped, both of the flames - tiny little sparks of light - rebounded against each other in midair. The flames reacted to each other, twisting in the air in a vine-like pattern, growing upward until the small conflagration fizzled out, sending sooty smoke to coat the ceiling.
"See,” Takeo said, glancing at the gloves he was wearing. “I told you I’d figure it out, eventually. I even used my own transmutation circle, not Mustang’s.” He grinned. “I’ll master fire alchemy yet.”
