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.]}

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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.

[He likes the skeleton fish thing better anyways, huff.

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.]

_{[In that case, Kimblee has an idea as to what his next gift to Vanitas will be. Jeeze Vanitas, talk about getting spoiled.]}

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!]}

[Kimblee likes spoiling him!

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.]

_{[Shhhh be glad this isn't Amestris. He has plenty of funds to spoil so many people there.

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.

[Might be worst since nearly everything was free here.

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]

I know that. I just wasn't expecting to fall asleep up there the way I did.

_{[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.]}

[Uh-huh. Suuuuure. He will poke him if he winds up burnt again.]

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.]

I may have lost feeling in some spots--_{[Vanitas water u doin.

Wat.

Wat.]} Next I suppose you'll say you'll want me to tattoo your name on me.

[Kimblee, you're bringing this on yourself.]

Have you? Maybe I should help find out where those spots are. [He will poke and jab all the places!

Then he'll actually look as if he's considering the tattoo.]

That's an idea. [Grinning as he poke around for the dog tags on Kimblee.] For now, this suffices. [Since it did have his emblem on it.] If you're into marking though... [He won't complain.]

_{[His choices.]}

Maybe I'll get something else entirely. _{[When he starts looking for the tags, Kimblee reaches into his shirt to pull them out--then as an afterthought he looks back at his clothing.]} ...Remind me again why I let you drag me down for a nap when I'm wearing my good clothes?

_{[They're wrinkled, bro!]}

[For marking or something else? Vanitas will thumb the emblem on the tags, giving a genuine smile. Seriously Kimblee, he was pretty easy to please.]

Do you ever take it off? [It was surprising just how much Kimblee actually wore it.]

You like me. [Moving his hand up to brush his thumb across Kimblee's lower lip.] Must be my charming personality and good looks.

_{[For the tattoos, pretty much.]}

I don't have any reason to, do I?

_{[Then he raises a brow and tilts his head a bit.]} The day you're charming is the day I change my ways.

[Seriously. You vanish and then avoid him, but still keep it on.]

It does look good on you.

[Even with Kimblee playing whatever it was, Vanitas looked pretty smug. He hadn't denied the good looking part or the liking part. Putting his arm back around Kimblee's middle to give a light squeeze before he scooted to the edge of the bed. Turning his back towards the other to stretch out.]

_{[He sure makes things complicated, doesn't he?]}

You're the one who picked it out.

_{[Once Vanitas scoots away, Kimblee swings his legs over the edge and stands up to properly stretch his legs out before he walks over to the closet to start rifling through it. Once he finds a suitable one, he removes his current one in order to pull the burgundy one over his head.]}

That's better.

[It keeps it interesting.]

Are you wearing it because I picked it out or are you implying I have good taste? [Don't mind him watching the other switch shirts.

Vanitas decided not to bother with his shirt. It was lost some where in the blankets or on the floor. They weren't going any where either. Hopping off the bed to pad over to the door.] Let's see how long until that one wrinkles. [He will help with the process again. And down the hall to the living room he went.]

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yeah. /rolls

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