Title: The ballroom at midnight
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rizafk
Fandom: Fullmetal
couple Alchemist: Roy Mustang / Dr. Knox (POV: Dr. Knox)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Ballroom at Midnight
Disclaimer: Although I have tried to bribe Hiromu Arakawa fan with a juicy offer yaoi fiction, it still has not sold me the rights to Hagrites, aka Fullmetal Alchemist. Time to take the firearms and this disclaimer could change.
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2. THE BALLROOM AT MIDNIGHT
(The Ballroom at Midnight)
A ll'inferno was a place where the flames were dancing.
columns of fire that reached up to the sky, lights of scarlet elegance unknown to devices created by man. If I had to find a comparison would have been the dazzling glow of the birth. There was
to enchant each time to assist you.
After the first moment of astonishment that invariably catches me, I could only hold their breath in apprehension.
Too quiet.
"I'm afraid of having too much, Doctor." Said the voice from inside the cell. A dark shape made his way with difficulty in the midst of a sour and unpleasant smoke. "Women are all dead."
"Never mind." I replied nonchalantly, giving a quick glance at the laboratory data that I had in my hands, looking for corrections to be made. "This will be useful to return for the next times. "
" I have to try again? "
" No, that's it for tonight. Exit "
The young alchemist obeyed, despite staggering and shaking pathetically trying not to show it. By withdrawing behind the fist short dry cough, her eyes watering from the smoke and disgust, because he accepted without a cup of stale coffee that I offered him.
It took only a sip.
was already quite upset.
yet worked for me months.
I lit a cigarette, yet another of the evening, I turned around and turning a grin that was meant to be, failing that, friendly.
"The kids never fail to check with the fairer sex."
He crumpled his eyebrows and shook hands vigorously.
I die by the desire to punch me.
"I would go to sleep, sir."
Puffing, tore the hand of the cup making a sign to go away. He did not need to repeat twice, disappeared with a hasty shuffling of boots, as I am anxious to be alone with his thoughts.
blew a puff of smoke and shook my head.
sleep ...
What absurd claim.
Consciousness gliel'avrebbe never allowed.
And even those his legs trembling.
would have been so if he could reach the bed.
long I stood motionless staring at the darkness of the room, referring to the day after the recovery of bodies and autopsies.
A big job.
What kind of idiot ...
Perhaps Mustang had really convinced that he had compassion, with his bravado, but inside he knew he had done nothing to be thanked, to be pitied and hated to be like all of us. His gesture was nothing more than the face of a child for not doing more to suffer contempt for the bug that ripped their paws.
Not that what I sorprendesse.
hell only a child could have danced the flames.
L a ballroom at midnight - End
