caughtinanetwork | 12 ⊙ dream

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solf j. kimblee

12 ⊙ dream | Rising Sun, 1908

_{[If anyone were to wander into this particular dream, they would be greeted by what appears to be a desert town. While it may have been pristine and exotic in the past, now it resembled a battlefield. Many of the buildings that once stood proud in the city were now in varying degrees of ruin, and quite a few streets left much to be desired. Not only that, but there were the bodies. If they were to explore, they'd come across a number of them--maybe it was a small handful, maybe there were dozens but regardless of the number it's obvious that there's a higher goal in mind than quashing a rebellion.

Soon enough, a relatively clear street comes into view with a small group of Ishvalans below staring up at something--no, someone. Closer inspection reveals that it's not just anyone--most Amestrians wouldn't be running around with half of their uniform off, let alone standing where a sniper could easily pick him off. At first it seems like Kimblee will walk away--surely he would what with being outnumbered, right? ...No. He's moving. Is he going to surrender? ...Not likely.]}

A soldier--?

A transmutation circle... A State Alchemist?!"

_{[Bingo.

There's a glint of red in the sunlight as he places something between his teeth, then he's clapping his hands together to create a brilliant crackle of red light that trails down the side of the building and into the streets beneath their feet.

And then everything explodes with a deafening roar. Rubble flies and smoke billows out between the buildings and... Oh dear. All of that just with one shot.

It's silent for a few seconds, and then a maddening shriek comes from Kimblee as he dissolves into laughter, his arms outstretched before the ruined street.]}

WONDERFUL! It's magnificent! This Philosopher's Stone--! _{[Kimblee no what are you

Kimblee. Kimblee don't flop down on your back.

Kimblee. Get up.

Stop cackling like a madman where someone can easily see you. Stop it.

...Then Kimblee jerks out of his sleep far too soon for his liking.. He makes a small hum as he turns over to stare up at the ceiling with a bit of a disappointed look. It always ends just as things start to get good.]}

_{[ooc; just mark in the subject line if it's dream interaction or after he's awake!]}

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There's always the forest.

_{[He reaches up to ruffle his hair once.]} Don't blame me for any bad dreams you get because of it. _{[Then he's closing his eyes

and poof! He's suddenly awake in the real world!]}

[The forest works. He'll wait to tell them when they were awake though. And like hell will he get nightmares from this. He didn't have bad dreams, remember?

Pretty much going to wake up where he had left off prior to this surprised nap; he was draped on the other. Just going to make the most of it and try to steal all the warmth. He'll worry about checking for the wound later.]

_{[While Vanitas helps himself, Kimblee stretches his arms over his head and arches his back with a small groan. He'd sit up and do it normally, but he's currently a bit occupied with the other on top of him like this.]}

Nnnghmph... I suppose that's as good of a wakeup call as any.

[And Vanitas is going to frown a moment as the other moved a bit. He wasn't ready to wake up fully. Moving his hand down to press on Kimblee's stomach lightly. No moving!

Stifling a yawn against Kimblee's chest as he shifted to koala his living heater further.] Hmmm?

[The actually being told to wake up or is this something else he's referring to?]

Yo--_{[Whatever else he was going to say came out in a light wheeze from the other pushing on his stomach.]} Please, be gentle.

_{[A little bit of both can be an acceptable answer, right? Because he's going to throw his arm up over his eyes since Vanitas is making himself nice and cozy.]}

[Wording, Kimblee.] I like it rough personally.

[Just helping himself to rub the alchemist's side as he gave a sleepy smirk. Hopefully the other knows enough to not take that seriously

even if it might actually be true if his biting was anything to go off of.] Want up? [Folding his arms as he turned to be on his stomach. Fully on him now! Setting his chin on his folded arms as he looked at Kimblee. There was no sleeping at the moment, was there?] Or is there something else you want?

I'll keep that in mind. _{[Really, he is!]}

Mmh, I think you're a bit keen on keeping me pinned down. _{[He lifts his arm up a bit to peer at Vanitas. Give him a few seconds while he squirms around to make himself comfortable under the other.]} What did you think? _{[Of that dream, he means.]}

I am. You are comfortable.

[He'll watch him for a moment without complaining or moving this time.]

You already know what I think. [What else did he want?] It was...fantastic. [Giving an inquiring look.] What did you think?

What part, exactly?

_{[He's just going to keep his thoughts to himself for now, trololo~]}

[How come he has to answer things only?

Pausing to tug up on his own shirt.]

Can you see anything?

[Probably super had from that perspective, so Vanitas decided to sit up carefully, playing a knee on either side of the other and pretty much straddling him. Taking off his shirt completely to inspect where the wound was.
Good news everyone, there was no actual wound. In his mind he still felt it, but that was probably just brain stuff being screwy. It was like a phantom wound. He wasn't going to settle back down yet. Stretching out his arms over his head leisurely as he yawned. ~~Like what you see?~~]

_{[Oh, hello.

Vanitas what are you--Vanitas. Vanitas stahp.]}

It looks fine.

_{[But just to prove it, he reaches a hand up to touch the spot where the injury was just minutes ago. Dreams sure did do some strange things, didn't they?]} ...Are you comfortable like that?

[Being a tease.

Leaning forward to place his hands on either side of him to keep himself up.]

I am. Are you? [Trying to decide if he wants to lay back on him or not.

Screw it. Lowering himself back on Kimblee and getting all cozy again.]

Is there something specifically you want to hear or do you just like hearing my voice?

You could go on about what you thought, how you felt. "Fantastic" is a broad umbrella, after all.

_{[He props himself up on his elbows as Vanitas settles back down.]}

About everything--the war, the Ishvalans... _{[And then there was the whole

mini makeout session.]}

[Seriously, Kimblee.

Bumping his forehead against his chest.]

I wouldn't mind repeating it all over again. [Dragging the blanket over to pull over both of them.]

You know I like action better. [Sliding his arm around Kimblee.]

The part I saw of the war was interesting. [The destruction, the death, and all of it. It was just... great. Fantastic. He doesn't know how else to describe it.] Did you see their faces? [The people he took out. The dream people. Giving him a squeeze.]

All of it, or just certain parts?

_{[With the blanket over them, Kimblee lifts his arms up and folds his hands behind his head. He tilts his head back a bit to give Vanitas a look, then he's arching his body to scoot the other closer.]}

It's a shame it didn't start broadcasting earlier. I think you would've enjoyed seeing Mustang's face when I told him the truth about that war. _{[A beat.]} He even had the courage to basically manhandle me at camp because of it. Hawkeye couldn't even accept it.

_{[Then he smiles softly.]} Remember their faces, Vanitas. Remember them.

All of it.

[Does he have to repeat a certain action to show him?]

Maybe next time it will. [Mustang just likes manhandling things or something. Geez.] The blonde female?

[She hadn't done anything note worthy so she didn't exactly stand out the Vanitas]

Won't have an issue there. [Might replay it a few times in his memory since he hasn't been able to have fun like that for months. Nurses and their consequences kind of blows.]

What was your favorite?

_{[If that's what helps him sleep at night!]} Mmhm. The same. She's quite an accomplished sniper, so it was a shame to not see her taking pride in that.

That's good. I like it when people remember others.

Tied for a couple of parts.

[Nooooot spilling yet.] What was yours?

[He wanted to sleep, but Kimblee seems to be in a talking mood!] And her name was Hawkeye. [Finding some humor in that.]

You have a thing for memories.

Let's just say it's going to be one of my favorite dreams for awhile.

_{[Considering he's just been having a few nightmares here and there, that's good!]}

I hadn't noticed.

[Going to give him a look before he scooted up high enough to be abpe to nip at Kimblee's jawline.

And sure you haven't.]

Are we going back to sleep?

_{[Oh don't you start trying to butter him up. He knows where this is going--YEP.]}

Weren't you the one who told me to wake up?

[It's affection which was amazing in the first place for him. Take it.]

Then want to figure something else to do with our time? [Something other than the talking feeling sharing thing.

Giving another nip just under his ear.]

_{[Well he's certainly not refusing it outright.]}

And what exactly would you suggest?

_{[Just to spite him, he tilts his head away after the first nip. Gotta work for it, kiddo!]}

[He asked Kimblee. Placing his hand on Kimblee's cheek to tilt his head back.]

Games. Marlin Cart. [And then he will headbutt the side of his head. Not in the hurry to move just yet as he stretched out on the alchemist.] Mmmmph. [Rubbing Kimblee's sides.]

Then I get Warlin this time. _{[He tilts his head again at the headbutt, but he brings it right back to watch Vanitas.]} ...It's no wonder why you're up all night with you sleeping the entire day away like this. I'm almost curious as to who would last longer without sleep; you or me.

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whoops

yeah. /rolls

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