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nestingdevil) wrote2014-12-04 05:59 pm
nestingdevil) wrote2014-12-04 05:59 pm
➥ HOLIDAY BULLSHIT |
Tis that time of year and since I’m all over the fucking place. I figured I’d keep it pretty simple. If you want a holiday card from me, just send me an e-mail with your preferred name/alias, address, etc to reno.cicilia@gmail.com or leave a comment here - they'll be screened, etc. Also note if you want any of the following in your card:
♠ An IC letter straight from The Devil’s Nest
♠ A doodle
♠ Words of wisdom
♠ Wild Card
Can’t promise these cards’ll be kosher. They probably won’t. So please tell to me if you need a G or a PG rating on your card, because vulgarities are bound to be all around.
I’ll leave this open until 12-12-2014. And if I screw the pooch again and just plain forget to send this shit, I apologize.
This post also works as the Secret Santa idea over at
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maskormenace.Happy holidays folks!
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Fandom: FMA (mangaverse/Brotherhood)
Characters: Ling Yao, Greed
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Set in Mask or Menace-verse, after any awkward reunions have been sorted out. Also I haven’t written for Greed in a million years, please excuse any rustiness
“Isn’t this overdoing it a bit?”
Four bags worth of Christmas ornaments between him and the man with him, the homunculus gives a skeptical glance behind his sunglasses at a sparkly red bulb, tapping it with a fingernail of his free hand as a hollow ting sounds out.
“This coming from Greed?” comes a wry voice from several paces ahead, the bell on his santa hat jingling as he walks. He might just be bobbing his head a bit more than necessary, too.
Greed tsks, tongue flicking out against his teeth as he lets out a scoff.
“I want everything the world’s got to offer. I’m not so sure how pounds of overpriced colored plastic count.”
“Don’t be a Grinch, Greed.” A beat. ”Heh, Greench.”
There’s a loud groan to compensate for the eyeroll the other can’t see. “You’ve been watching way too many of those “Christmas” movies, prince.”
“Those movies are great. You just need to get in the holiday spirit!”
A pointy elbow to the ribs later, he lets out a resigned sigh. Clearly, the prince is going to be insufferable for the next couple weeks. At least they don’t need to share a body for this... (And if the last time they were in the same body crosses his mind at that thought, he’s sure as hell not gonna admit it, to himself or otherwise.)
“You’re sure getting into this for something you only just heard about.”
“It’s a holiday that celebrates family and friends. Why wouldn’t I be into it?”
There’s a lot he has to celebrate, especially now that he’s saved his clan...and a lot of people to celebrate, who were lost in pursuit of that goal. Including a certain someone…
“Guess it’s just not my kind of thing. Like you said, I’m Greed. I’m not exactly a fan of giving things away.”
Ling just smirks at first, giving the homunculus a knowing sort of look, but what he says instead is: “Guess that makes sense.”
Once they get back to his place in Maurtia Falls and put the boxes down, he turns to the homunculus again.
“Say, Greed?”
“Yeah?”
“You ever owned a moment in time?”
Sunglasses off, this time Ling can properly appreciate the eyebrow-raised confused look.
“This better not be another lecture about the holiday spirit or the meaning of Christmas. I’m a Sin, prince. Goodwill toward all men isn’t something I do.”
Ling just grins at him. “Just hear me out.”
Hands in his pockets, he drops a hip, slouching in a posture that clearly says fine, I’m listening.
“When you do something for a friend, like getting them a gift...it’s not just giving something away, you know.”
The Sin looks unimpressed, so far, but he doesn’t interrupt yet.
“It’s like...that moment, when you reach out to your friend, it’s a time that doesn’t belong to anyone else in the world. And it’s a memory you’ll be able to hang onto forever, something that nobody but the two of you’ll ever have. That’s pretty special, if you ask me.”
Greed’s silent, for awhile. That skeptical, unimpressed look has faded into something unreadable. Finally, he rocks back on his heels.
“You humans are entirely too sentimental.”
Putting his sunglasses back on, he turns to leave.
“I’m gonna bounce. Hit me up if you want to grab a drink later.”
---
On Christmas morning, Ling Yao finds himself with an unexpected visitor.
“Greed? What’re you doing here? I thought you weren’t into all that Christmas stuff.”
“Well, maybe I had a little visit from a couple charming ghosts, recently.”
All that gets is a flat stare.
“Are you gonna let me in, or are you waiting to catch a fly in your mouth first?”
Ling blinks several times before recovering long enough to step aside and let the homunculus in, and as he’s closing the door, he gets his second surprise as a brown paper bag is extended toward him.
“Greed….? Did you…?”
“Try to open it before next Christmas.”
A strange mixture of confused, surprised, and touched, Ling reaches into the bag, and….stares. And stares, and stares, and stares.
Greed grins a wide, shark-toothed grin.
“Fitting, right? I figured the Emperor of Xing could use a crown.”
(Maybe not a Burger King crown, though.)
“You’re such an asshole.”
But eventually, his flat expression gives way to a flustered sort of half-grin, and eventually to an exasperated, and yet somehow fond sort of laughter.
And as Greed the Avaricious joins in the laughter with him, he realizes Ling was right. The look on that dumbass prince kid’s face when he opened the bag was fuckin’ priceless, and the memory of it's something that belongs only to him, and always will. Maybe that is something really damn special.
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