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#01 - Comfort
It's far more comforting than she might have imagined, him - the warmth of his nearly unmoving, sleeping self, solid and sure and there, amid her world, slowly shaking apart, where constants are few and certainties are fewer.
#02 – Kiss
His days feel incomplete without her, her lips warm and soft and tangy (like her?) to his, just a little nag in the timeline, a puzzle missing an insignificant piece, still whole but not so, really.
#03 – Soft
She’s softer than he expected, not in skin or body, but in mind- she has a weakness for little, helpless things (perhaps like she once was), she loves children but she doesn’t show it, she cries at Adam Sandler movies- and he’s come to love all of her, softness and bitter together.
#04 – Pain
She thinks she knows pain, but she’s wrong- does she know life and death, blood separating spirit, does she know the loss of her child’s lifeline, does she know of grief and uncried tears and sleepless nights like his?
#05 - Potatoes
It was hard for her to adjust to his home's cuisine, bland and odd to her after her life of meats and fish and olives and herbs, and it was hard for him to accept hers, after comforting bread and stew and potatoes, hearty food, but they could both adjust.
#06 - Rain
And when it rains she stands motionless, letting it soak her to the bone, half of herself waiting, for him to arrive with concern and towels and a warm self, free for her taking.
#07 - Chocolate
He'd thought of chocolate, of flowers and shoes and nail polish, all things shoved under the category 'girl', but none of them fit, even remotely- and when she accepted it and wore it close to her heart , when it became a part of her, he was doubly glad she wasn't one to be shoved under a category, either.
#08 - Happiness
They're happy and they'll stay that way, sitting on the couch (or was it the floor?), her arms slung lazily around his waist and her head tipped against his chest, heartbeat soothing her deeply, and he with his arms wrapped around her middle too, head atop hers- they'll stay that way, even when someone bangs the door open and starts complaining about the nasty weather outside.
#09 - Telephone
There are times when he's jealous of his brother, for being able to call Winry and hear her voice on the especially long assignments, for being able to see her whenever he wishes, with no border seperating them.
#10 - Ears
It's easy for her to figure out when he's coming, now; it might be the sound of his breathing or his shoes or socks on the floor, or maybe it's the smell that wreathes around her, maybe it's the slightly superhuman ability she has for detecting his presence, and maybe it's how he wraps his arms around her waist or kisses her head, maybe.
#11 - Name
She never uses his full name unless she's angry or something's off- 'Aru' is he to her, and whenever he hears his full name in her voice, it's enough to make him drop whatever he's doing and snap to attention immediately.
#12 – Sensual
To think of him is to think of blonde, of sun and metal and honey and warm eyes looking back at her.
#13 - Death
One might think that death had become mainstay to Kane, to she who worked near it (and still smelled faintly of it until she showered after coming home from the morgue), but even though it's just her cat whose died, it feels like an unfamiliar and near-crushing blow, and she cries beside herself, can't watch as he helps her bury the old cat, sobs into his chest and he holds her, patiently and near-endlessly.
#14 - Sex
He had never taken her for the type to cry after sex, but he could swear he felt a brush of warm tears as he ran his thumb across her cheek, watching her sleep soundly, curled warm against him.
#15 - Touch
Its electricity beneath the shallow surface of his skin, her light touch trailing down its bare expanse, provoking and insane and he can't get enough.
#16 – Weakness
He’s her one true weakness, her reason for tears and spills of emotion and everything she’s unaccustomed to, that’s foreign and somewhat uncomfortable and delicious all at the same time.
#17 - Tears
They're foreign on her face, normally a canvas of emotion whose colors don't include 'sad', but here they are, streaming down and awkward and obvious- he wants to erase them, paint them over with 'happy' and make things alright again.
#18 – Speed
His heart beats faster when he’s near her, even more so when she’s kissing him or otherwise, and he pinks to see her eyebrows rise when she accidently feels his rapid pulse.
#19 - Wind
She was quite a sight, long dark hair let loose and whipping wildly in the wind, standing atop the hill and watching, waiting for him to come home.
#20 – Freedom
She longs to be free, though she doesn’t show it- longs to twist away from the grasp of the duty she grew up with, to be free to run, to be free to have a name, Social Security, what-have-her, but she knows she’ll never be, never like he was, but when was he ever free anyway?
#21 - Life
She's tiny and red and wrapped in a white blanket, and he holds his daughter, staring into her crumpled sleeping face, and his brother is there, grinning, “She’s beautiful.”
#22 – Jealousy
She’s never even felt a string of jealousy for the bond between the two Elrics- sure, she might have felt little twinges of envy for what they had that she would never, but theirs was different, and she was assured that he loved her, too.
#23 - Hands
Hers are the hands that hold his, warm and dry and not-so-calloused, fingertips dotted from so many jabs of pins, his are that which hold hers, wide and slender-fingered, a perfect fit.
#24 - Taste
Kane's always had an eye for her own style, brash colors mixed with undertones of black and gray, and it's all her own, worn with her exuberance and cheer, over her curves, etched into his memory- and she's beautiful always, with or without her clothes.
#25 - Devotion
It wasn't Kane's 'thing' to be completely devoted to one person; she'd had her share of starry-eyed boyfriends and flower-givers and suitors, but she'd never felt for them what she felt for Al, not by a long shot.
#26 - Forever
Theirs is forever, a love written on stone by fire, at times teetering on the edge like she on the railroad track, arms spread and one hand clasped in his, trusting him with everything of hers, everything she might have to offer.
#27 - Blood
It's a cornucopia of travel-sized fond memories, polaroids of children aging over the years, a slow movement of time spread across the aging photographs, one in particular colored with chaos and Kane, the catalyst of it all, smiling and at home among it, which he takes time to look at every morning- looking, with both fondness and something he can't quite put his finger on, at the section of metal with an array etched in a reddish material, before his day really begins.
#28 - Sickness
It was a foreign thing to both of them, sickness, and being struck with it at the same time, with the same fever and aches and inability to get up without reeling from their strength-sapped bodies, but it at least was a comfort that they could be sick in each other’s companies, sharing air and germs and what have you, with total abandon.
#29 - Melody
It was a stupid song, the one stuck in her head that she'd been humming all day, but he finds himself liking it, not for the song but for the way she sways herself to it, listening to it play over and over in her head.
#30 - Star
They make a lovely backdrop for their life, a brilliant canvas of pinpoint lights spread across a spill of dark, setting the stage for what would become their love, built like little shards and collected over time, always the stars beyond them.
#31 - Home
There is no home for her, now- that was lost long ago, fallen with the trials and tribulations of her young, reckless adulthood, but now she's regained it- her home is blonde and warm and eternal, with her always.
#32 – Confusion
She was dazed and fevering and in mind-numbing pain when he began the little gestures, lifting her up when soaked sheets were to be changed, changing the cloth on her forehead and sitting near her when she cried out (to her mother, surprisingly), there to hold her hand, even if she forgot him ever doing it.
#33 - Fear
Kane learned early that she couldn't stand being alone, that the tightening in her chest and the inability to do much when in her own company, was fear and not a health issue, learned early that he'd never let her fear anymore, knew early that she could trust him.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
Neither Kane nor Al were really keen on big ceremonies, so their wedding was supposed to be a small affair, flanked only by the essential people; it was quite a surprise when there was a steady throng of people to witness their vows, making it a more momentous occasion then either really hoped.
#35 - Bonds
She holds up a pair of silver cuffs and his eyes widen immediately- she looks as innocent as possible and he backs up, flushing pink and asking her, “Really, what’s – ah! – wrong with conventional sex?”
#36 - Market
She has no problem with his homeland's food once she discovers the market, laden with stands abound with seventeen different kinds of olives and oils and meats hung fresh on long thick ropes, fragrant herbs set to dry under wood-slant awnings, various ingredients screaming to be bought, and he's glad, glad that she's found a glimpse of the old in the new.
#37 - Technology
It was really dumb what brought them together- a chatroom, insignificant but for it, the people and whatever-else-may-have-you, they both knew how ridiculous it would sound - I met him online - and it's a little.. off, to say that it was fate that brought each of them back- but when she thought him too soft and he thought her too loud, too brash, what did?
#38 – Gift
It’s an honor and a pleasure, for her to have accepted his gift, and for it to become a part of her.
#39 - Smile
Looking at his daughter, little and tiny and perfect, he caught a fluttering hope that she would have Kane's eyes, her smile.
#40 - Innocence
He was surprised to learn that before him, she was a virgin- after all, she was Kane, brash and unafraid, the kind of person that seemed like she didn't hold that sort of thing as a moral- but she explained, that no, she was waiting, not for anything she could name, just waiting.
#41 – Completion
She won’t go so far as to say she’s incomplete without him- she’ll survive and she’ll be a shade of happy without him, but who is she kidding?
#42 - Clouds
There was nothing to mar their happiness, nothing to block them from open arms and lips (so soft, so sweet), nothing to remind them of heartbreak and rain and tears, they were blind and in love and there was nothing to stop them now.
#43 - Sky
He loves her endlessly, feverously, deeply, with the strong love of a child - and it’s as true and wide and endless and sweet as the sky, blue above him.
#44 - Heaven
It is heaven, to him- being there, wind rustling various degrees of plant life and the sky just an oil painting above them, caught in limbo between day-sky and sunset, and she' there with him; that's the best part, her, and he's laying on his back with one arm slung around her lithe self, keeping her close at hand and watching the sky, listening to the sound of her breathing, fingers brushing against a pulse, the eternal beat, for him, always.
#45 - Hell
It was hell, not for the pain of it but for the lack of him.
#46 - Sun
She's become his sun, center of his world and dazzling, brilliant gold and warmth, shining through the dark patches and guiding him home, eternal and constant and bright.
#47 - Moon
He is the moon to her, breaking the darkness and shining impenetrable light, changing but always there, the center of her gravity and her poetry, so close, yet so hard to capture.
#48 - Waves
Kane had always been a strong, enthusiastic swimmer, and it was a change that surprised even her when she preferred sitting with him, dipping her toes in the water and holding his hand, staring out at the endless horizon.
#49 - Hair
She had no idea why it fascinated her, his hair - it might have been how easily she could run her fingers through it, how it smelled like honey and something sweet, or it might have been uniquely his, regardless.
#50 – Supernova
And Edward surprises them both, with the wedding gift of fireworks imported directly from Xing, that explode in the night sky with show-off colors and patterns, and they kiss under them, an explosive start to their life, together.
 men getting pregnant · Sun Feb 15, 2009 @ 08:25pm · 0 Comments |
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