Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist. I'm not that crazy awesome yet. Title is from an e.e. cummings poem.
For beautiful you are my w o r l d
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Brush, pull, tug.
Her hands comb through his hair. A breeze travels the room; it fingers the loose strands of her bun and the fine fabric of his clothes. His mouth forms a small smile and she breathes in.
Brush, pull, tug.
"It is a pleasant day today."
A wind chime can be heard outside, but it is much higher than his voice. She breathes out.
Brush, pull, tug.
"Perhaps all days shall be like this if I become emperor."
His smile disappears and his voice is thoughtful. She breathes in.
Brush, pull, tug.
"Ran Fan," her breath hitches as he says her name, "Am I naïve to think that?"
He tilts his head back so it rests in her hands. He breathes in-
- and she whispers, "No."
He breathes out and his smile is radiant.
Brush, pull, tug.
Her hands finish making his ponytail. A breeze travels the room; it fingers the fine strands of his hair and the loose fabric of her clothes. Her mouth forms a small smile and he breathes in.
A/N: I'm not even sure what to say about this fic... I just felt very strange writing it, but that's probably because I haven't written any fics for a while. And I was using a really weird writing style for this one, plus it's late at night and I write a lot of nonsense late at night. So basically, I'm sorry if this made absolutely no sense (especially this a/n). Anywho, this is probably pre-manga (and Brotherhood) Ling and Ran Fan. Please read, review, and enjoy!