#kvndlies

SPOILERS!! if you haven’t watched fma: conqueror of shamballa. also it’s gonna be under the cut because i rambled.

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     my favorite scene is toward the end of conqueror of shamballa when winry is watching the ship cross back through the gate and she knows edward is on board and she knows she’s never going to see him again. it absolutely tears my heart apart, but she keeps it together so well because she knows there’s no other way and that he has to do this. so she just... accepts it-- edward elric, her childhood friend, the man she’d fallen in love with, her family was leaving. 

and i’m sure she knew alphonse was leaving too because edward had finally returned and she knew there was no way in hell al was letting his brother leave without him again.  

LOOK AT HER. SHE KNOWS AND SHE’S HURTING BUT SHE’S OKAY

by now, the library of koi has become a dear companion to her, providing just what she needs; peace and quiet, the same as any other would -- which is why she’s come yet again in search of a book to keep her occupied for a few days. 

the problem is that she can’t find a title that catches her eye. it’s usually easy to find a book, or even several, that garner her attention -- but perhaps she’s read all the ones that were interesting already. 

when she spots a boy -- a child, she assumes -- perusing the same isle as her, she doubts he can be of much help. surely, he didn’t have a title in mind that could engage her that she hadn’t already read herself at this point. but then again, she didn’t really have any better ideas.

❛ excuse me, ❜ she starts, a poised smile on her lips. ❛ would you happen to know of any good books? i’m in need of some recommendations, you see. i just can’t seem to find one that piques my interests. ❜

          she knows he’s there but decides to ignore his presence─ self-control, maki, self-control! she figures that leaving him be will make him go away ( a technique she’s used with the children before- ha! ) but, unfortunately, she couldn’t be MORE WRONG. 

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whether she feels her hair being cut or not holds no value to the assassin. she’s on her feet, not even waiting for him to finish his sentence before she’s bolting after him with fury─ just to give him a little fright in return. 

          disorientation; and an immediate feeling of unfamiliarity and uncertainty. her mind slowly comes to and before her eyes even open, maki can sense that the place she’s in is definitely NOT the place she fell asleep the night before. a warped sense of déjà vu seizes her mind, instilling a rare sense of FEAR into the usually composed, calm girl. time around her runs at a sluggish pace as consciousness regains and maki immediately fears the worst.

                                    not again, not again, not again, not again─

maroon eyes fly open. she bolts upright, immediately shielding her eyes from the sun’s rays, bearing down relentlessly. there’s been no physical harm done to her body─ she recognizes this right away─, rather, nothing more than a dry throat, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t dealt with that before. as her vision becomes clearer, maki takes in the surrounding scenery: woodlands, yet no immediate sign of life. it was unnerving and created an uneasy aura that had even her on edge. she searches her memories for a possible explanation, 

or, perhaps, it’s memories of a similar awakening that have maki forgetting any sense of peace she’d found since arriving at the city. in actuality, it’s only taken her a few seconds to come out of her daze. she KNOWS that working herself up won’t do any good. she exhales, reigning in herself. she knows better than to let a sheer moment of surprise catch her off like that-! with a newfound focus, maki continues to scan the clearing. the next thing she sees catches her off guard once more ( has she grown softer..? ).

 ❝ saihara? ❞ she gawks upon seeing her downed, but alive, classmate. in a haste, with agility as if she’d never been unconscious in the first place, she’s at his side with hands hovering over his shoulders as if she’s unsure whether it’s appropriate to shake him awake or not. ❝ hey, saihara. get up─ ❞ the command is firm but it’s only mere seconds before another factor presents itself. as her attention had been captured the moment eyes fell upon saihara, she hadn’t thought to simply turn around; a careless, beginner’s mistake. ( was this a result of caring for someone? ).

in the same clearing sits ouma kokichi. his presence unlocks a new wave of questions, uncertainty, and suspicion. 

❝ ouma, ❞ though her tone harbors no venom and she’s not about to lash out at him, there’s a slight edge in her voice fueled by the chaos of this all, ❝ what’s going on here? ❞ her eyes lock onto him but she doesn’t move to leave saihara’s side, and doesn’t plan to until he’s up. she has little faith he’ll know any more than she does, but coherent thoughts don’t quite come easily when the looming fear of the worst hangs over her head. 

         Hinata was absentmindedly spinning the volleyball he had over his knuckle, making sure it didn’t roll off. He was bored. There was no one to play the sport with, and he had no practice partner, either. It was just him and a wall again, but he got tired of hitting the wall. Well, more like, he didn’t want to anymore. He wanted to see an actual person.

         And as if to express his frustration, he tossed the ball in the air, and spiked it hard. The volleyball went flying, only to almost hit—was that a civilian? 

He squeaked, teeth gritting against each other. Why hadn’t he noticed them there before? This was very nerve-wracking for the small boy. Should he run and stop the ball from hurting them? But they were very far away, and the ball must’ve been moving at such a fast speed—

❝ Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart    Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!    Pardon me, lords, ’tis the first time that ever    I was forced to scold... ❞ 

She recites the lines heartily, never once taking her eyes off her script —— until she notices the young man beside her turn to look at her, did she finally stop. Was she too loud? She supposes that is the case. Kaoru always tries to hold back and not make a ruckus when she’s practicing — but she’d always get too immersed in her role to remember to keep her voice down. Ah, her bad.     

Garry had heard of the Chamomile District having a rather famous cafe somewhere -- it’s one of the few places he actually finds himself excited about visiting. It calms him to know that there’s an establishment in the city that’s relevant to his interests, and he especially hopes that they sell macarons. Seriously though, if he’s going to be living in this city for the time being, he’d better start getting comfortable, and this would only be the first step.

The problem is... he doesn’t really know where to find the cafe. Turning to a nearby teenager, he decides that it’s probably best to ask before he gets himself completely lost.