closed starter for: @xoimani // location: Sea Glass Boutique
Camille looked at herself in the mirror as she held a shirt in front of her imagining herself in it. "I just don't know." She frowned lowering the shirt down. It was hard picking outfits sometimes and this time wasn't fun for Cami. All she wanted was a look that said, 'i'm single and i'm too good for you'. "I'm lost over here." She said out loud as she looked through another rack, unsure of where Imani was in the store. She picked up another top and looked around for Imani who was at another rack down at the end. "What do you think of this?" She asked, holding it up in front of her.
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I'm a sucker for angst, so rain🌧️ ! For the ask game
🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip!
I'm picking Metallic Crimson, mainly because I don't have anything prewritten so I'm using this moment to write the scene itself. So thanks. But keep in mind this is up to change and unedited.
Baschool
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Edward glared at Kimblee with all of the might he could muster at the moment. Disgust travelled up his stomach, lodged in his throat, and came spitting through the cracks in his teeth: ''So you're a military dog until your dying breath, huh? That's what you've chosen?''
Kimblee regarded Edward with something akin to annoyance, though Edward would be so lucky. Instead he just sighed, as if this entire conversation had tired him without him even saying a word: ''Did you think we were friends, Major Elric?''
Rage flickered in Edward's eyes.
Kimblee continued: ''Did you think I was just going to roll over and adhere to your sense of the world? You knew we disagreed about fundamental things from the very beginning.''
''I didn't expect you to stoop as low as you have.''
''Have we truly reached a time when Edward Elric towers over me as a giant of morals and ethical standing?'' Kimblee laughed. ''Major,'' he blew the hairs out of his eyes, ''you seem to misunderstand quite a few things here.''
Edward gritted his teeth. His automail arm was still, while his flesh arm was shaking. And not because of the biting cold of Baschool entrenching itself inside of his bones. It was all because of the anger the man in front of him sent his way. ''I understand plenty. You ARE a monster like everyone's always claimed.''
Kimblee clicked his tongue at this generalisation. Edward hadn't learned anything, it appeared. And people who refused to learn where the lowest of the low. ''Orders were given, orders were followed. I fail to see why you cause such a fuss about things beyond your understanding.'' He opened up his arms and watched the flinch come from Edward's side, finding it beautiful. ''You've never seen my alchemy, have you?''
''Yeah, I have.'' Edward watched him like a hawk. Every minuscule movement of Kimblee's was a potential threat.
''No, no,'' Kimblee thought about it, thought about the power inside of him, the screams of the stone, ''you've never meet me, have you, Major? You've only had the pleasure of seeing a mere shell.''
''At least the man in the shell was human.'' Edward all but shouted, but he didn't want to give away their position, so he reigned it all in at the last second.
''Shell or not, an imbecile I am certainly not.'' Kimblee said, frowning. ''Your stunt with Scar has cost us both. I'll need to do a lot in order to make sure this is contained. You've caused my hostages to run off with the enemy.''
''You're the enemy.'' Edward said.
''Oh?'' Kimblee laughed. ''My State Alchemist pocket watch begs to differ.''
Edward continued, forcefully: ''Maes would loathe you.''
''Maes is dead.'' Kimblee said curtly, cutting him off. ''His opinion never mattered to me, not even while he was alive and drowning me in his daughter's photographs.''
''Monster.'' Edward whispered. In the abandoned building, this whisper was deafening.
Kimblee whispered, his eyes zeroed in on his opponent. His arms thrumming with desire, with need, with desperation to create destruction so profound. ''I'll finally show you why they think I'm a monster. I'll make you see me.''''
''I know nobody can make anyone do anything. YOU taught me that.'' Edward balled his hands into fists by his side. He was glaring even harder. ''You chose to go down this path.''
''I did, yes.'' Kimblee coolly said. His voice was frost and his stance was getting ready to strike, the moment Edward moved. ''Just as you chose to desert.''
''On your head then.'' Edward Elric clapped his hands, made a blade with his automail, and lunged straight for Kimblee.
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