[FMA] Just One
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grassangelTitle: Just One
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ran Fuan, Ling Yao
Rating: PG
Genre: Deathfic (but no angst!)
Spoilers/Warnings: Manga characters
Wordcount: 173
Theme/prompt: 5 - the Chinese tombs (from "Missing Dates" by William Epson)
Author's Notes: I tried to do 31 themes of my own last year, but I failed spetacularly. This was written for that and then expanded a bit.
Stale air blows, making the lantern's flame flicker, its light wavering over the burial ledges on either side of the path as she walks. It is dusty and the air reeks with the sweetness of ancient incense and crumbling bones. The scent tempts her to sneeze, irritants coiling in her nose as she continues her progression along the aisles of bones.
Finally, she approaches her destination. It is a mostly empty recess, incomplete skeleton lying there with a jade token placed between two of its ribs. There is a shiny medallion, as yet untarnished, indicating the corpse's rank, lying on the small ledge in front of the burial. Nothing else graces the shelf, save for a small sand-filled pot, a few burnt out sticks of incense stuck inside it.
She disparagingly casts an eye over the meager offerings, lighting two sticks of incense before murmuring a simple prayer. Pausing, she says goodbye before her dark figure moves back down to the catacomb's entrance.
Ran Fuan is the only visitor to Ling Yao's remains.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ran Fuan, Ling Yao
Rating: PG
Genre: Deathfic (but no angst!)
Spoilers/Warnings: Manga characters
Wordcount: 173
Theme/prompt: 5 - the Chinese tombs (from "Missing Dates" by William Epson)
Author's Notes: I tried to do 31 themes of my own last year, but I failed spetacularly. This was written for that and then expanded a bit.
Stale air blows, making the lantern's flame flicker, its light wavering over the burial ledges on either side of the path as she walks. It is dusty and the air reeks with the sweetness of ancient incense and crumbling bones. The scent tempts her to sneeze, irritants coiling in her nose as she continues her progression along the aisles of bones.
Finally, she approaches her destination. It is a mostly empty recess, incomplete skeleton lying there with a jade token placed between two of its ribs. There is a shiny medallion, as yet untarnished, indicating the corpse's rank, lying on the small ledge in front of the burial. Nothing else graces the shelf, save for a small sand-filled pot, a few burnt out sticks of incense stuck inside it.
She disparagingly casts an eye over the meager offerings, lighting two sticks of incense before murmuring a simple prayer. Pausing, she says goodbye before her dark figure moves back down to the catacomb's entrance.
Ran Fuan is the only visitor to Ling Yao's remains.
