Final Heaven [FMA | G | Ficclet]
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 1:03 am
<center>Disclaimer: I don?t own the character, nor the series of FullMetal Alchemist. I only own the little ficclet that came to me so suddenly. Sorry if it doesn?t make any sense?it?s not meant to.
Dedication: To Mellie, Ice Princess, Iron Dog
Final Heaven
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: G
Come to me,
And I?ll light your darkness
Breathe me deep,
And I?ll make you conscious
?Cause I can give you peace
And I can make it right
Close your eyes,
Everything will be all right
Nothing to fear
As long as I?m here</center>
?Final heaven, I am without thee,? he whispered in reverence, clutching the beads closer to his breast. ?Final heaven, bring onto me what I have undone onto you. Take my breath, steal my heart. I am forever yours, final heaven. Hold me close, share thy pain; I was never apart from thee. I give onto you what you failed to bring to me, final heaven, I am without thee.?
Those were his final words, rapidly spoken, over and over. Only pausing once to catch a breath, so faint, so lithe. Streaks of crystal fell along pallid skin. Strands of gold flew into the wind, the moon leering down upon the kneeling male.
Again and again, over and over, final words to his final heaven were quickly said. His eyes remained closed. He dared not look up into the eyes of final heaven. He knew what was to come; he knew what was to come of a traitor to his God. Final heaven. It took all those who dared disobey the rules.
?Final heaven, take thee, hold thy light pure. I join with thee; thou art thy holy air, thy grace from where I have dared. Take onto me, my final breath, final heaven, for I am without thee.? His fingers sifted through the black ivory beads. Each bead passed between his trembling fingers.
There was no light without darkness. No scream without a voice.
The magic they called Alchemy was dead. And he along with it.
He lived for none other; he waited through day and night for this moment to come.
?Final heaven, bare onto me what I bare onto thee. Take thy dying breath, thou art thy holy air.? Gradually his body fell forward more and more with each word. His voice grew hoarse, his arms tired from having to hold up the beads; they had begun to feel like lead. His eyes grew heavy, his mouth going dry.
What had he done to deserve such an end?
Despite Alchemy being his life, what he had known best, he had gone against the rules. He was one of the Unforgiven. He was one of the Fallen Angel. Final heaven would no long accept him, not through the golden gates and into the Kingdom awaiting beyond the pure white clouds.
He longed to cry, cry tears of unadulterated gold.
The beads slipped past limp fingers. Black shattered along the white marble floors, scattering beneath the pews. Strands of gold flew out behind him as his body pitched forward, hitting the tiles hard. His last breath escaped past pale lips, the words a mere whisper along a cool gust of wind.
?Thou art ? final ... heaven.?
Dedication: To Mellie, Ice Princess, Iron Dog
Final Heaven
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: G
Come to me,
And I?ll light your darkness
Breathe me deep,
And I?ll make you conscious
?Cause I can give you peace
And I can make it right
Close your eyes,
Everything will be all right
Nothing to fear
As long as I?m here</center>
?Final heaven, I am without thee,? he whispered in reverence, clutching the beads closer to his breast. ?Final heaven, bring onto me what I have undone onto you. Take my breath, steal my heart. I am forever yours, final heaven. Hold me close, share thy pain; I was never apart from thee. I give onto you what you failed to bring to me, final heaven, I am without thee.?
Those were his final words, rapidly spoken, over and over. Only pausing once to catch a breath, so faint, so lithe. Streaks of crystal fell along pallid skin. Strands of gold flew into the wind, the moon leering down upon the kneeling male.
Again and again, over and over, final words to his final heaven were quickly said. His eyes remained closed. He dared not look up into the eyes of final heaven. He knew what was to come; he knew what was to come of a traitor to his God. Final heaven. It took all those who dared disobey the rules.
?Final heaven, take thee, hold thy light pure. I join with thee; thou art thy holy air, thy grace from where I have dared. Take onto me, my final breath, final heaven, for I am without thee.? His fingers sifted through the black ivory beads. Each bead passed between his trembling fingers.
There was no light without darkness. No scream without a voice.
The magic they called Alchemy was dead. And he along with it.
He lived for none other; he waited through day and night for this moment to come.
?Final heaven, bare onto me what I bare onto thee. Take thy dying breath, thou art thy holy air.? Gradually his body fell forward more and more with each word. His voice grew hoarse, his arms tired from having to hold up the beads; they had begun to feel like lead. His eyes grew heavy, his mouth going dry.
What had he done to deserve such an end?
Despite Alchemy being his life, what he had known best, he had gone against the rules. He was one of the Unforgiven. He was one of the Fallen Angel. Final heaven would no long accept him, not through the golden gates and into the Kingdom awaiting beyond the pure white clouds.
He longed to cry, cry tears of unadulterated gold.
The beads slipped past limp fingers. Black shattered along the white marble floors, scattering beneath the pews. Strands of gold flew out behind him as his body pitched forward, hitting the tiles hard. His last breath escaped past pale lips, the words a mere whisper along a cool gust of wind.
?Thou art ? final ... heaven.?
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