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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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[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?
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[He's just going to keep his thoughts to himself for now, trololo~]
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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.
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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?
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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?
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[Considering he's just been having a few nightmares here and there, that's good!]
I hadn't noticed.
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And sure you haven't.]
Are we going back to sleep?
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Weren't you the one who told me to wake up?
able****
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.]
whoops
And what exactly would you suggest?
[Just to spite him, he tilts his head away after the first nip. Gotta work for it, kiddo!]
yeah. /rolls
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.]
/squish
<3
And quit moving. Staring back at Kimblee.]
I like seeing the stars. Besides, I like being able to pick when I get up.
[As opposed to being woken up to a keyblade to the face or something. Placing his hands on his partner's shoulders to sit up.]
Re: <3
There's one out during the day, you know. [A beat.] Though I'm sure if you were any different I'd probably never get my errands done and spend time with others.
[He has monsters to take care of!]
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Vanitas decided to trace along the side of Kimblee's face with a finger.]
You've seen where I spent my life. I had more than enough sun. [And then he'll smirk. He did like taking the alchemist's time.
Sliding off Kimblee carefully to sit on the unoccupied part of the bed.]
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And it's all paid by the government.]
Don't complain to me when the weather warms up and you find me spending more time up on the island.
[He tilts his chin when Vanitas touches his face, then he's sitting up himself to stretch his arms again.] As much as I don't enjoy sunburn, I've spent far too long without a nice day like that.
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Curling an arm across Kimblee's stomach.]
They do have lotion here to keep you from burning. I might help with the hard to reach places. [Looking him over. He knows he can figure a way to entice Kimblee to stay down in the bubble if he wanted him and didn't want to hang out in the sun]
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[He blames the weather.]
How do I know you wouldn't write anything where I couldn't see it? [Because he totally would and it'd be stupid. Glub if you love fish, or something like that.]
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You would feel it. [Duh. Leaning in close.] Though I could always write my name. [For emphasis, he traces out his name starting at one him and moving across his stomach.]
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