Xingese Tales - Prompt 002 - Swordplay
First round: RaposaBranca draw and I write. Crossposted in Xinguese Such . Drabble based on this drawing Branca:
002 by ~ RaposaBranca on deviant ART
English version:
Title: questionnaire n honor
Author: Dikan
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ling / Lanfear
Table: 100themes
Prompt: # 002 - Swordplay
Rating: G Warnings
: Pre-manga.
Word count: 1,103 Disclaimer
: FMA is not mine, belongs to Arakawa-sama: D
Pride and Glory
If there was something that really infuriated Ling was to travel to the capital with a bodyguard Bao. Okay. Bao understood that led the group of warriors in the future would become his personal guard, and wanted Fuu fuwas assuming the responsibilities of his position. That was not the problem. Ling was very fond of him, was skilled in fighting and had always considered the closest thing to an older brother who he had known. I knew I could count on him for anything. But on certain occasions, the overconfidence that characterized both his partner was pretty disgusting.
- Wow Bao! Shu-Lien said with a clap of joy, to see them enter the room where she and waited Shui visits. How you've grown! Already a man.
- Mucon their children. And never miss a chance to follow a Fan Lan Elya when both came to meet with the Princess of Yao and his escort. Monopolized the attention of Shu Lien with jokes and questions. And did nothing but remind tacitly Ling who had a huge advantage over him envied the prince with all his heart: his age.
Bao was four years older than his master. It was the only group of young warriors who had been born before Shu Lien left the house of Yao to leave the imperial palace. She had played with him when I met was a críoyReply Ling, decomposed, making snorting her friend.
Ling
The year he turned 10, Shu Lien received them with great enthusiasm and excitement, showing a giant cake that the cooks had prepared specially on request. - This time there are many things to celebrate! "Said the woman, beaming. Ling, darling, you've got 10 years! Y Lan Fan, soon will officially appoint his personal escort! You are as old as ... Ah, Bao, and in no time you will fulfill the 15 and no longer able to keep us company.
- Is something wrong,
waka? "Asked the boy, blinking curiously.
- Yes! Ling snapped, gritting his teeth with rage. You've eaten enough! I order you outta here now!
women remained with their eyes wide before this outburst, but Bao stared back without blinking his master.
- I believe finally I refuse, "said, licking the cream of the fingers vaguely.
- Bao! Ling crashed a fist on the table.were in a battle with real weapons.
- Come on! Bao laughed, hilarious. Dazzle women! Show them what you can!
- Shut up! GET OUT! Shui slammed a hand against his face, panting with weariness. However, Shu Lien was so fun to fight, chuckling Machiavellian and tiny stars shining around it.
- Jujuju ... Have you seen Shui? Bao was right, my boy I want! See how they fight possessivemind by his mother. And how you handle the knife! Oh, God, give him half my life fighting for truth, defending our honor. What business is and how passionately fight. I'm going to burst!
- You are a sick, Shu Lien muttered dryly his escort. Only a psychopath test pondríaa and the love of his son. But the princess
ignored the rebuke. Y Lan Shui Fan and could not do more to exchange glances, rolling his eyes, while others were immersed in their particular game of spades.
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English version
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Title
:
Honour's issue
Author : Dikana
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing : Ling/LanFan
Table : 100themes
Prompt
: #002 - Swordplay
Rating : G Warnings
: Pre-manga. Word count
: 1.077 Disclaimer
: I don’t own FMA, it belongs to Arakawa-sama :D
Ling, Those Were sacred moments, exclusive Something Between mother and son. There Was not normal space time for anybody else. But Bao always ended up Joining Those chats too. Although He Was Already at practice historical finishing training as warrior, According To the palace policy I WAS still a "kid." Until I Turn 15, I Also Had access to the private rooms in Which the emperor's concubines met Their Children. And I never wasted the chance of follow him and Lan Fan When Both Went to reunite with the princess of Yao and her escort. I monopolize Shu Lien's Attention with jokes and questions. And I did nothing more Than remind tacit Ling That I Had a huge Advantage over him, an Advantage That sends the prince with all His heart: his age. CHTM
ywire, making His friend sigh. The year Ling turn 10, Shu Lien Them greeted with great Enthusiasm and Excitement, a huge cake Showing Them That Had Prepared Specially the cooks on her request.
- This Time We Have A Lot of Things to celebrate! -The woman announce, beaming. Ling, my dear, you're 10 already! And Lan Fan, you'll soon Be Officially named as His personal escort! You've grown so much ... And Bao, you'll turn 15 soon and Will not Be Able to join us anymore, I'm gonna miss you! Let's make a farewell party in your Honour!
That Was too much. The cake made feel ill Ling Every time I saw Bao Taking Another piece, laughing with impudence and babbling about stupidity and Stock That Made His mother crack up laughing. Hisash, I finally Answered, sucking the cream of His fingers with a distracted looking. - Bao! Ling slammed a fist Against the table. You Have not Any Respect to your master! Fuu and I'll tell about this recusance grandfather! When we get home, you'll see!
- Respect Must Be Earned, waka-Bao Gave him a mischievous smile. How do you INTEND your subordinate Respect That You Can not Even if you Defend Your Honour by yourself? Do not Be Such A Fool. If you want That piece of cake, fight for it.
- Who cares about the cake?! Waved Ling
It Was the knife like a sword, But Quickly and Bao Took Another Into Both guys got a mini-fight with the cutlery as If They Were really in a battlefield withs love this way. But the princess Ignore the reprimand. Lan Shui and Fan And Could not make anything else but Exchanging glances, Their Eyes rolling, while the rest Were Immersed in Their particular swordplay.
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