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[Title] Seven Entries for : 7stages
[Author] Jadedsilk (Mara D)
[Series] FMA
[Pairing] BroschxRoss
[Rating] G-PG13
[Beta] None
[Spoilers?] Manga, Anime AND movie. Slight, but read at your own risk ^_^
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The Only Adventure:
There were few things Denny Brosch was sure of in life, but there was one thing he knew with all certainty. That Maria Ross was the only adventure. Each day was a rollercoaster of wanting and needing and a desperate far away longing for a warm embrace in the dead of winter.
Tonight he was on the downswing of that coaster. She stood in the street on another man’s arm in her butter yellow dress, a yellow rose in her hair as she glided by, and Denny reached for another bottle of brandy. She always came back to him, but blindly missed what Denny was certain had to be the most blatantly obvious LOVE in the world. Infatuation was the color yellow, was a friendship, was something that burnt briefly and for a moment.
But what he felt was different, he LOVED her. When she was wrong and right, angry and sad, up and down. He believed in her with a blindness that was intentional, like drinking so he was too fuzzy to cry. It was an adventure, and one that despite the pain, he wouldn’t give up, wouldn’t settle for any less than a red and vibrant rose of love and dedication at the end of. The strange soldier could have Maria in her yellow, because that was not what Denny had to have.
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Glass Moon:
The perfect glass moon hung in those blue eyes, wide and studying. The tiny curl of severely cut black hair coiled just behind her ear, an aberration to her normal clean cut perfection. She was sitting beside him, the silk of her dress spilling across one of his pantlegs where they sat. Denny felt it like a physical burn, a burn that made shuddering heat crawl up his spine. She had long ago cast aside her heels, pulling her knees to her chest, her dress pooling around her like a blanket of sand covered sky while her bare and painted toes poked out from underneath. She always looked spectacular in dark blue, and tonight even more so because she was with him.
“Do you ever feel like you could just walk along the path the moonlight makes in the water?” she asked.
A strange and nonsensical question for such a serious woman. Or so it would seem to someone who only knew the front that Maria wore every day along with her uniform.
“Yeah…yeah I do…” Denny answered quietly.
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The Surge and the Thunder:
He had lost her in the surge and thunder of the battlefield, she was slick, heavy with dirt and ash and her blues reduced to a sick gray by gunpowder and patched with crimson of the fallen. A devious camouflage in the field if ever there was one. How could he protect her if he could not find her?! He was a communications officer, but they were desperate for bodies against these mechanical monsters they faced. He would give anything to find her, was desperate to give himself for her safety, and when he found her, his heart almost stopped. She was hunched on the ground, bleeding but still shooting.
“Let’s go!” he shouted into her ear, and he picked her up and ran away from the battle, her form clenched tightly in his arms. She continued to reload and fire at the enemy over his shoulder, and he let her despite the way it made his ears ring. He would be her legs, her body and shield while she fought, because this was all she would let him do.
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~*~
Dragon Tears:
The stones she held in her hand looked like dragons tears, crimson and sparkling in the low light. Capable of such good or evil. Denny studied her carefully.
“They think I did it,” she said softly.
“He’ll help you,” Denny said softly.
“I know, but what about you? In exchange…since I can’t be here…”
Maria set the two red stones in Denny’s hand; they were warm from her body heat. “Bargain for your safety with these if you need to…primarily they want me.”
He would have asked her where she had gotten them…but he didn’t bother. It was a risk she had obviously taken, thinking of her. To respect it he would say nothing of it, just like all the things he did for her. They weren’t meant to be acknowledged, just known.
Then she kissed him.
He might have regretted the kiss if he had been shy, but this didn’t feel odd at all, it felt very natural and so long awaited that he couldn’t help the heat he put into it. She reciprocated, and in that moment, Denny knew, no matter how long he had to wait for her name to be cleared and for her to come back to him…he would be here. For her.
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Violin:
She sat in front of her window, staring down onto the streets below as the bow flew across violin strings. Denny sat across the street watching her. She had not noticed him yet. It was a side to her few knew, her taste for music, the time she made for it early before work. And so while she played, Denny sat up and sipped coffee, dressed hours early for his day and feigning reading a paper at the little café across the streets from her apartment. It made him feel just a bit privileged. To know she wasn’t just an androgynous soldier, but a woman, a woman who felt passion enough that every morning she rose before the sun to play her Violin. He couldn’t help but think she deserved an audience, and that the rest of the world was really missing out on something.
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~*~
The Wage of Honesty:
Everyone knew the wage of honesty was a good-old-fashioned sock to the jaw. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Denny sat at their kitchen table holding a pack of frozen peas to his face and nursing a hangover from hell. Maybe he should have lied about the whole situation. But she was really beautiful when she was angry. He had to give her that.
~*~
~*~
Candle in the Window:
Every night he lit a candle in his window, and he drank until it burned itself down to the floor. Only then would he drag himself to bed. Denny didn’t believe in god, didn’t think much of prayer. So this was the best and most dedicated thing he could do. Every night he spent without her, he burnt a new candle until his windowsill and carpet were stained with the wax. With so many different colors that it looked like a rainbow.
It was a light to guide her safely back to him through the dark.
~*~
[Author] Jadedsilk (Mara D)
[Series] FMA
[Pairing] BroschxRoss
[Rating] G-PG13
[Beta] None
[Spoilers?] Manga, Anime AND movie. Slight, but read at your own risk ^_^
~*~
The Only Adventure:
There were few things Denny Brosch was sure of in life, but there was one thing he knew with all certainty. That Maria Ross was the only adventure. Each day was a rollercoaster of wanting and needing and a desperate far away longing for a warm embrace in the dead of winter.
Tonight he was on the downswing of that coaster. She stood in the street on another man’s arm in her butter yellow dress, a yellow rose in her hair as she glided by, and Denny reached for another bottle of brandy. She always came back to him, but blindly missed what Denny was certain had to be the most blatantly obvious LOVE in the world. Infatuation was the color yellow, was a friendship, was something that burnt briefly and for a moment.
But what he felt was different, he LOVED her. When she was wrong and right, angry and sad, up and down. He believed in her with a blindness that was intentional, like drinking so he was too fuzzy to cry. It was an adventure, and one that despite the pain, he wouldn’t give up, wouldn’t settle for any less than a red and vibrant rose of love and dedication at the end of. The strange soldier could have Maria in her yellow, because that was not what Denny had to have.
~*~
~*~
Glass Moon:
The perfect glass moon hung in those blue eyes, wide and studying. The tiny curl of severely cut black hair coiled just behind her ear, an aberration to her normal clean cut perfection. She was sitting beside him, the silk of her dress spilling across one of his pantlegs where they sat. Denny felt it like a physical burn, a burn that made shuddering heat crawl up his spine. She had long ago cast aside her heels, pulling her knees to her chest, her dress pooling around her like a blanket of sand covered sky while her bare and painted toes poked out from underneath. She always looked spectacular in dark blue, and tonight even more so because she was with him.
“Do you ever feel like you could just walk along the path the moonlight makes in the water?” she asked.
A strange and nonsensical question for such a serious woman. Or so it would seem to someone who only knew the front that Maria wore every day along with her uniform.
“Yeah…yeah I do…” Denny answered quietly.
~*~
~*~
The Surge and the Thunder:
He had lost her in the surge and thunder of the battlefield, she was slick, heavy with dirt and ash and her blues reduced to a sick gray by gunpowder and patched with crimson of the fallen. A devious camouflage in the field if ever there was one. How could he protect her if he could not find her?! He was a communications officer, but they were desperate for bodies against these mechanical monsters they faced. He would give anything to find her, was desperate to give himself for her safety, and when he found her, his heart almost stopped. She was hunched on the ground, bleeding but still shooting.
“Let’s go!” he shouted into her ear, and he picked her up and ran away from the battle, her form clenched tightly in his arms. She continued to reload and fire at the enemy over his shoulder, and he let her despite the way it made his ears ring. He would be her legs, her body and shield while she fought, because this was all she would let him do.
~*~
~*~
Dragon Tears:
The stones she held in her hand looked like dragons tears, crimson and sparkling in the low light. Capable of such good or evil. Denny studied her carefully.
“They think I did it,” she said softly.
“He’ll help you,” Denny said softly.
“I know, but what about you? In exchange…since I can’t be here…”
Maria set the two red stones in Denny’s hand; they were warm from her body heat. “Bargain for your safety with these if you need to…primarily they want me.”
He would have asked her where she had gotten them…but he didn’t bother. It was a risk she had obviously taken, thinking of her. To respect it he would say nothing of it, just like all the things he did for her. They weren’t meant to be acknowledged, just known.
Then she kissed him.
He might have regretted the kiss if he had been shy, but this didn’t feel odd at all, it felt very natural and so long awaited that he couldn’t help the heat he put into it. She reciprocated, and in that moment, Denny knew, no matter how long he had to wait for her name to be cleared and for her to come back to him…he would be here. For her.
~*~
~*~
Violin:
She sat in front of her window, staring down onto the streets below as the bow flew across violin strings. Denny sat across the street watching her. She had not noticed him yet. It was a side to her few knew, her taste for music, the time she made for it early before work. And so while she played, Denny sat up and sipped coffee, dressed hours early for his day and feigning reading a paper at the little café across the streets from her apartment. It made him feel just a bit privileged. To know she wasn’t just an androgynous soldier, but a woman, a woman who felt passion enough that every morning she rose before the sun to play her Violin. He couldn’t help but think she deserved an audience, and that the rest of the world was really missing out on something.
~*~
~*~
The Wage of Honesty:
Everyone knew the wage of honesty was a good-old-fashioned sock to the jaw. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Denny sat at their kitchen table holding a pack of frozen peas to his face and nursing a hangover from hell. Maybe he should have lied about the whole situation. But she was really beautiful when she was angry. He had to give her that.
~*~
~*~
Candle in the Window:
Every night he lit a candle in his window, and he drank until it burned itself down to the floor. Only then would he drag himself to bed. Denny didn’t believe in god, didn’t think much of prayer. So this was the best and most dedicated thing he could do. Every night he spent without her, he burnt a new candle until his windowsill and carpet were stained with the wax. With so many different colors that it looked like a rainbow.
It was a light to guide her safely back to him through the dark.
~*~