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Ever Changing, Ever The Same; Scar/Lust
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scarlust Summer Fun challenge. This was written with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redrose999 in mind. ;) Takes place in the Leyna-verse, six years after the events in the fic Leyna. This is another one that took me ages to write, due to all the research involved.
Title: Ever Changing, Ever The Same
Author:theladyfeylene
Pairing: Scar/Lust (possible Elricest if you turn your head and squint)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This is another Leyna-verse fic!
Spoilers: Movie spoilers
Word Count: 2350
Summary: It was a pity, Lust decided, that Alphonse Elric had never been to the beach. And it was such an easy thing to correct, really, despite Scar's foul mood and hatred for the ocean.
Alphonse Elric had never been to the beach. Amestris was land locked, the only bodies of water being ponds and lakes and rivers and streams. The nearest ocean was beyond hostile rival countries, and barren wasteland that no sane man would travel across. And so Alphonse Elric had never laid eyes on the ocean.
It was only logical, really, that when the Elrics came to America on holiday that a trip to the beach was in order. It was what was done, as Lust pointed out. When the weather grew warm and the sun was hot enough to burn, the only respite was the ocean. There had been argument, of course. There always was, when it came to these sorts of things. But five years as lovers was more than enough time for Lust to grow well versed in Scar’s moods and arguments. Her husband was still stuck in a world long gone, but she had long since made the adjustment. And it served her well in marital disputes.
“If you can insist we need to get married because it’s what’s ‘done’, then I can certainly insist on a trip to the beach.” Lust had been adamant, arguing in the darkness of their bedroom the night prior to the much-discussed beach outing. Edward and Alphonse were exhausted and long since gone to bed on the couch, tangled together in a manner that Lust couldn't believe to be comfortable. But neither would sleep apart from the other.
“I don’t like the ocean.”
“Then bring a book.” Lust smoothed down her chemise and sat on the edge of the bed. “Besides, how can you deny Alphonse a trip to the sea? He's never been to the beach in his life. Would you deny him the chance to feel the ocean?”
There was silence. Lust smiled in the darkness, triumphantly. She knew that the younger Elric was one of Scar’s weaknesses. Especially now, when she had put her foot down on the subject of children. There wasn’t the time or the money.
“Fine.” It was a low growl, and Lust suppressed a laugh. She slid across the bed and wrapped her arms about Scar’s waist. She supposed she shouldn’t have brought it up so suddenly after work, but she had never been one for tact.
“Don’t be grumpy tomorrow,” she warned him, kissing his neck. “You wouldn’t want to ruin the Elric’s holiday, now would you?”
Scar only grumbled, and Lust pulled him down on to the bed with her, urging him to be quiet so as not to disturb the brothers who were sleeping in the living room.
***
Saturday morning dawned hot and foggy. Lust enjoyed the fog that rolled in from the ocean, blanketing the bayside city in a shrouding and comforting mist. She enjoyed sitting on the balcony of their boarding house rooms, drinking her tea and watching the city below. They had come to San Francisco two years ago, following roadway work. Scar had done well working for the companies that laid the Great Highway. Though now with its completion, jobs were scattered and sometimes long in coming.
The Elrics, she learned quickly, were early risers. She’d only just poured her tea and buttered her bread when they tumbled into the small kitchen, sleepy eyed and yawning. Scar was still asleep.
“If you want breakfast,” Lust told them, eyeing them blankly, “you can fix it yourselves.” She wouldn’t play housewife to her own husband, she wasn’t about to do it to a pair of young alchemists who were often more trouble than they were worth. She raised her eyebrows as they two brothers exchanged a somewhat smug look.
“You’d think,” Edward said, moving to the ice box. “That someone as smart as you would figure out how to cook after this long.”
“Keep that up and we’ll leave you home,” Lust warned, moving to the balcony to have her tea. She wasn’t in the mood for teasing. Eventually, the smell of frying bacon and eggs filtered out. She listened as she heard Scar begin his heavy footed trek to the washroom, well accustomed to the noises of the morning. The sun was beginning to melt away the fog now, and Lust ventured back inside.
“If you’d have hung around, you could have learned to make breakfast,” Edward teased. Lust simply shot him a glare and set her teacup in the sink.
Breakfast was an odd affair. Alphonse chattered on without stop. Scar made comments to the effect that this was the first well cooked meal he’d had in years. Edward continued to poke subtle fun, and Lust simply glowered.
“So are we really going to the beach?” Alphonse asked, once breakfast was finished.
“Of course we are,” Lust responded, clearing away the plates. She could be domestic, if she wanted to be. She simply didn’t want to be. Scar said nothing. Trust a desert man to abhor the sea! Though she knew why he really hated beach outings. Lust dumped the dishes in the sink and moved to the bedroom, calling over her shoulder for the boys to get ready. The beach would be crowded if they waited too long.
She wasn’t surprised when Scar glared at her, taking in her navy blue playsuit. The skirt, trimmed in white piping, came down to above her knees. There were no sleeves. The back was open, a wide V that came to the small of her back. The white and navy bow at her breasts drew the eye to her buxom curves.
“You need to let go of your old world sensibilities,” Lust snapped, slipping on beach sandals. He hated when men looked at her. He hated when she gave men plenty to look at. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but Lust was already out the door. He had at least learned enough manners not to yell in company.
“Are we all ready?” she asked loudly, donning a wide brimmed white sun hat. The Elrics were dressed, and Alphonse was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. She had to admit she held some fondness for the younger man. He had been endearing and charming when they first found one another in Germany, and had written monthly letters after they parted ways.
Scar followed behind silently, clearly displeased at the day’s plans. But as he always looked displeased, this was hardly something that was noticed.
The slip on the door said ‘Paul’. It was the name they had taken, when coming to America. To neighbors and coworkers, they were Cristian and Leyna Paul, descendants of Romanian origin. In private they called one another by their names from home. He would forever be Scar to her, though the mark that had named him so was gone. The Elrics didn’t even attempt to use their American names.
Alphonse continued to chatter in the automobile. He sat in back, resting against his brother’s side, pointing out this and that as they drove by. The city was impressive. Construction had boomed in the mid 20s, and San Francisco was truly a sight to behold. And of course, he could see the ocean. Surely he’d seen it before. He’d traveled on it, after all! But Lust supposed some wonders never ceased to be wonders.
“We aren’t staying long,” Scar growled as he parked the car. Alphonse was out immediately, followed quickly by his laughing brother. Now, here, both of them human, the bond between them was even more obvious. The city stretched up behind them and the ocean stretched out in front of them, and Lust found herself carrying the picnic basket, cooling bucket and umbrella. She did hate it when Scar pouted and sulked and refused to take part in things.
Setting up didn’t take long. Alphonse was more than eager to help, and within minutes a blanket was laid down and the umbrella erected and the ice bucket nestled snugly in the sand. Scar immediately tucked himself up under the umbrella, looking particularly un-beach like in his button down shirt and denim pants. Edward joined him, lounging casually and watching his brother. He was more covered than her husband, but she understood why.
“Well,” Lust said, toeing off her sandals and removing her sun hat. “If you boys are simply going to sit there, Alphonse and I will go down to the sea.”
“You watch her, boy,” Scar growled, narrowing his eyes.
“Um. Okay?” Alphonse glanced from Scar to Lust, obviously perplexed.
“Our sour faced friend is convinced I’m going to be abducted if I leave his sight,” Lust explained. She bent down and pressed a kiss to Scar’s cheek, smiling. “I’m sure Alphonse will protect me from any riff raff that attempts to make off with me.”
“I wouldn’t think it’d be a problem,” Edward said, smirking. “I mean, once they found out her personality, I bet they’d give her back.”
“Brother!” But Alphonse was fighting a grin and Lust only rolled her eyes.
“Come along Alphonse.” Lust waved to the boy as she struck out towards the waves, her bare feet hot on the sun-warmed sand. It wasn’t as crowded as they’d feared, and Lust paused in the surf, letting the cold froth and salty water wash around her ankles. Alphonse only stared, not yet in the water.
“Is it cold?” he asked, timidly.
“A bit.” Lust shrugged. Already men’s eyes were drawn to her. Scar would be glowering, and perhaps complaining loudly to Edward. She hoped Edward would tease and harass him. Alphonse still stood watching as the waves came in and out, hesitating.
“Oh, come now.” Lust took a few steps and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the water.
“No, really, it’s okay….!” But it was too late, and he was standing in the surf along with her. He was quite tall, Lust realized, and lean. Leaner than his brother by far. In his sleeveless swimming shirt and shorts, it was obvious. He’d grown well, Lust decided.
“It isn’t that cold,” she said, dropping his hand.
“It’s pretty,” Alphonse said, looking out over the rolling waves. Children darted about, men laughed and yelled and drank beer, women tittered and stretched in the sun to tan their backs. It still held a sense of newness, this bright and sunny place. It was nothing like Berlin.
“It’s certainly something,” Lust agreed mildly. She planted her hands on her hips, the sea lapping at her ankles. Alphonse was silent a long while, and he glanced over his shoulder with a frown, back to his brother and Scar.
“He doesn’t seem happy…”
“Who? Scar?” Lust followed Alphonse’s gaze and shrugged. “Of course he doesn’t, he never does.”
“He deserves to be, I think. And when you‘re…when you‘re with someone, you should be happy…”
“Alphonse…” Lust sighed, hating when people got emotional. “Simply because he doesn’t appear content hardly means that he isn’t. Now leave it alone, and don’t trouble yourself over it.”
“But…”
“Alphonse.” Lust frowned and fixed the boy with a serious look. “We are happy.” As happy as they could be, anyway. They argued and fought and spat at one another, but it was all they knew and all they’d ever know. And when they came together at night, or when they curled together to listen to the news, or when she drew him a bath and rubbed his feet after a long day at work, the fighting and hatred was forgotten. Neither one of them could escape their dual nature, together or alone. But she had no desire to discuss this with Alphonse Elric, so she bent and cupped her hand in the incoming wave, splashing him playfully to distract him.
“Hey!” But he smiled and returned the favor, and Lust darted off down the line of the coast, Alphonse laughing and close on her heels. The ran through the waves, splashing and laughing and every now and again Alphonse would pause to pick up a shell or smooth stone. The water was cooling and refreshing, and Lust watched its ever changing surface with a curved smile. There was a sense of peace that came with watching it, knowing that though it was ever changing, it was ever the same. She wondered if Alphonse felt the same, when his eyes misted over and he cast his gaze to the rolling waves.
They were both tired and damp when they trudged up to the blanket where Scar and Edward sat. Scar had found himself a newspaper and Edward had a book. They both looked so serious and intense! Lust shook her head and knelt next to Scar, plucking the paper from his hands.
“I was reading that,” he snapped.
“And now we’re going to have lunch. You can read it later.” She set it aside and turned his attention to the picnic basket. She withdrew sandwiches - the extent of her meal making skills - a Tupperware container of fruit and four colas and curled up next to her husband. Edward and Alphonse had already dissolved into a tangle of limbs, wrestling playfully over some silly brotherly spat.
“That man is staring at you,” Scar growled, and he looped and arm protectively about Lust’s shoulders. Always the same, her handsome desert man. What did he see, she suddenly wondered, when he looked to the sea? Did it make him long for waves of sand, and the dry heat of a long gone desert? Lust reached up suddenly and stroked his cheek, a strange and loving gesture. Those rarely passed between them, even in private.
“Men always stare at me.” She smiled and popped a grape into his mouth, flirtatiously. “But only one is ever allowed to touch.”
Scar’s lips twitched slightly, and he rested his forehead against hers for a moment in a rare display of public affection. She heard Edward snort, childish and immature despite his age. She glanced over and caught Alphonse watching them, grinning widely.
“You were right,” he said, flushing a bit and glancing away as Scar kissed her forehead and sat up, the Ishbalan’s face falling immediately back into a weathered frown. The sound of the waves was comforting and calming, and the umbrella kept away the burning rays of the sun as they ate. And Lust was secure in the knowledge, as Scar’s arm remained about her shoulders, that this, here and now, was as happy as they would ever need to be.
scarlust Summer Fun challenge. This was written with redrose999 in mind. ;) Takes place in the Leyna-verse, six years after the events in the fic Leyna. This is another one that took me ages to write, due to all the research involved.Title: Ever Changing, Ever The Same
Author:
theladyfeylenePairing: Scar/Lust (possible Elricest if you turn your head and squint)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This is another Leyna-verse fic!
Spoilers: Movie spoilers
Word Count: 2350
Summary: It was a pity, Lust decided, that Alphonse Elric had never been to the beach. And it was such an easy thing to correct, really, despite Scar's foul mood and hatred for the ocean.
Alphonse Elric had never been to the beach. Amestris was land locked, the only bodies of water being ponds and lakes and rivers and streams. The nearest ocean was beyond hostile rival countries, and barren wasteland that no sane man would travel across. And so Alphonse Elric had never laid eyes on the ocean.
It was only logical, really, that when the Elrics came to America on holiday that a trip to the beach was in order. It was what was done, as Lust pointed out. When the weather grew warm and the sun was hot enough to burn, the only respite was the ocean. There had been argument, of course. There always was, when it came to these sorts of things. But five years as lovers was more than enough time for Lust to grow well versed in Scar’s moods and arguments. Her husband was still stuck in a world long gone, but she had long since made the adjustment. And it served her well in marital disputes.
“If you can insist we need to get married because it’s what’s ‘done’, then I can certainly insist on a trip to the beach.” Lust had been adamant, arguing in the darkness of their bedroom the night prior to the much-discussed beach outing. Edward and Alphonse were exhausted and long since gone to bed on the couch, tangled together in a manner that Lust couldn't believe to be comfortable. But neither would sleep apart from the other.
“I don’t like the ocean.”
“Then bring a book.” Lust smoothed down her chemise and sat on the edge of the bed. “Besides, how can you deny Alphonse a trip to the sea? He's never been to the beach in his life. Would you deny him the chance to feel the ocean?”
There was silence. Lust smiled in the darkness, triumphantly. She knew that the younger Elric was one of Scar’s weaknesses. Especially now, when she had put her foot down on the subject of children. There wasn’t the time or the money.
“Fine.” It was a low growl, and Lust suppressed a laugh. She slid across the bed and wrapped her arms about Scar’s waist. She supposed she shouldn’t have brought it up so suddenly after work, but she had never been one for tact.
“Don’t be grumpy tomorrow,” she warned him, kissing his neck. “You wouldn’t want to ruin the Elric’s holiday, now would you?”
Scar only grumbled, and Lust pulled him down on to the bed with her, urging him to be quiet so as not to disturb the brothers who were sleeping in the living room.
Saturday morning dawned hot and foggy. Lust enjoyed the fog that rolled in from the ocean, blanketing the bayside city in a shrouding and comforting mist. She enjoyed sitting on the balcony of their boarding house rooms, drinking her tea and watching the city below. They had come to San Francisco two years ago, following roadway work. Scar had done well working for the companies that laid the Great Highway. Though now with its completion, jobs were scattered and sometimes long in coming.
The Elrics, she learned quickly, were early risers. She’d only just poured her tea and buttered her bread when they tumbled into the small kitchen, sleepy eyed and yawning. Scar was still asleep.
“If you want breakfast,” Lust told them, eyeing them blankly, “you can fix it yourselves.” She wouldn’t play housewife to her own husband, she wasn’t about to do it to a pair of young alchemists who were often more trouble than they were worth. She raised her eyebrows as they two brothers exchanged a somewhat smug look.
“You’d think,” Edward said, moving to the ice box. “That someone as smart as you would figure out how to cook after this long.”
“Keep that up and we’ll leave you home,” Lust warned, moving to the balcony to have her tea. She wasn’t in the mood for teasing. Eventually, the smell of frying bacon and eggs filtered out. She listened as she heard Scar begin his heavy footed trek to the washroom, well accustomed to the noises of the morning. The sun was beginning to melt away the fog now, and Lust ventured back inside.
“If you’d have hung around, you could have learned to make breakfast,” Edward teased. Lust simply shot him a glare and set her teacup in the sink.
Breakfast was an odd affair. Alphonse chattered on without stop. Scar made comments to the effect that this was the first well cooked meal he’d had in years. Edward continued to poke subtle fun, and Lust simply glowered.
“So are we really going to the beach?” Alphonse asked, once breakfast was finished.
“Of course we are,” Lust responded, clearing away the plates. She could be domestic, if she wanted to be. She simply didn’t want to be. Scar said nothing. Trust a desert man to abhor the sea! Though she knew why he really hated beach outings. Lust dumped the dishes in the sink and moved to the bedroom, calling over her shoulder for the boys to get ready. The beach would be crowded if they waited too long.
She wasn’t surprised when Scar glared at her, taking in her navy blue playsuit. The skirt, trimmed in white piping, came down to above her knees. There were no sleeves. The back was open, a wide V that came to the small of her back. The white and navy bow at her breasts drew the eye to her buxom curves.
“You need to let go of your old world sensibilities,” Lust snapped, slipping on beach sandals. He hated when men looked at her. He hated when she gave men plenty to look at. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but Lust was already out the door. He had at least learned enough manners not to yell in company.
“Are we all ready?” she asked loudly, donning a wide brimmed white sun hat. The Elrics were dressed, and Alphonse was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. She had to admit she held some fondness for the younger man. He had been endearing and charming when they first found one another in Germany, and had written monthly letters after they parted ways.
Scar followed behind silently, clearly displeased at the day’s plans. But as he always looked displeased, this was hardly something that was noticed.
The slip on the door said ‘Paul’. It was the name they had taken, when coming to America. To neighbors and coworkers, they were Cristian and Leyna Paul, descendants of Romanian origin. In private they called one another by their names from home. He would forever be Scar to her, though the mark that had named him so was gone. The Elrics didn’t even attempt to use their American names.
Alphonse continued to chatter in the automobile. He sat in back, resting against his brother’s side, pointing out this and that as they drove by. The city was impressive. Construction had boomed in the mid 20s, and San Francisco was truly a sight to behold. And of course, he could see the ocean. Surely he’d seen it before. He’d traveled on it, after all! But Lust supposed some wonders never ceased to be wonders.
“We aren’t staying long,” Scar growled as he parked the car. Alphonse was out immediately, followed quickly by his laughing brother. Now, here, both of them human, the bond between them was even more obvious. The city stretched up behind them and the ocean stretched out in front of them, and Lust found herself carrying the picnic basket, cooling bucket and umbrella. She did hate it when Scar pouted and sulked and refused to take part in things.
Setting up didn’t take long. Alphonse was more than eager to help, and within minutes a blanket was laid down and the umbrella erected and the ice bucket nestled snugly in the sand. Scar immediately tucked himself up under the umbrella, looking particularly un-beach like in his button down shirt and denim pants. Edward joined him, lounging casually and watching his brother. He was more covered than her husband, but she understood why.
“Well,” Lust said, toeing off her sandals and removing her sun hat. “If you boys are simply going to sit there, Alphonse and I will go down to the sea.”
“You watch her, boy,” Scar growled, narrowing his eyes.
“Um. Okay?” Alphonse glanced from Scar to Lust, obviously perplexed.
“Our sour faced friend is convinced I’m going to be abducted if I leave his sight,” Lust explained. She bent down and pressed a kiss to Scar’s cheek, smiling. “I’m sure Alphonse will protect me from any riff raff that attempts to make off with me.”
“I wouldn’t think it’d be a problem,” Edward said, smirking. “I mean, once they found out her personality, I bet they’d give her back.”
“Brother!” But Alphonse was fighting a grin and Lust only rolled her eyes.
“Come along Alphonse.” Lust waved to the boy as she struck out towards the waves, her bare feet hot on the sun-warmed sand. It wasn’t as crowded as they’d feared, and Lust paused in the surf, letting the cold froth and salty water wash around her ankles. Alphonse only stared, not yet in the water.
“Is it cold?” he asked, timidly.
“A bit.” Lust shrugged. Already men’s eyes were drawn to her. Scar would be glowering, and perhaps complaining loudly to Edward. She hoped Edward would tease and harass him. Alphonse still stood watching as the waves came in and out, hesitating.
“Oh, come now.” Lust took a few steps and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the water.
“No, really, it’s okay….!” But it was too late, and he was standing in the surf along with her. He was quite tall, Lust realized, and lean. Leaner than his brother by far. In his sleeveless swimming shirt and shorts, it was obvious. He’d grown well, Lust decided.
“It isn’t that cold,” she said, dropping his hand.
“It’s pretty,” Alphonse said, looking out over the rolling waves. Children darted about, men laughed and yelled and drank beer, women tittered and stretched in the sun to tan their backs. It still held a sense of newness, this bright and sunny place. It was nothing like Berlin.
“It’s certainly something,” Lust agreed mildly. She planted her hands on her hips, the sea lapping at her ankles. Alphonse was silent a long while, and he glanced over his shoulder with a frown, back to his brother and Scar.
“He doesn’t seem happy…”
“Who? Scar?” Lust followed Alphonse’s gaze and shrugged. “Of course he doesn’t, he never does.”
“He deserves to be, I think. And when you‘re…when you‘re with someone, you should be happy…”
“Alphonse…” Lust sighed, hating when people got emotional. “Simply because he doesn’t appear content hardly means that he isn’t. Now leave it alone, and don’t trouble yourself over it.”
“But…”
“Alphonse.” Lust frowned and fixed the boy with a serious look. “We are happy.” As happy as they could be, anyway. They argued and fought and spat at one another, but it was all they knew and all they’d ever know. And when they came together at night, or when they curled together to listen to the news, or when she drew him a bath and rubbed his feet after a long day at work, the fighting and hatred was forgotten. Neither one of them could escape their dual nature, together or alone. But she had no desire to discuss this with Alphonse Elric, so she bent and cupped her hand in the incoming wave, splashing him playfully to distract him.
“Hey!” But he smiled and returned the favor, and Lust darted off down the line of the coast, Alphonse laughing and close on her heels. The ran through the waves, splashing and laughing and every now and again Alphonse would pause to pick up a shell or smooth stone. The water was cooling and refreshing, and Lust watched its ever changing surface with a curved smile. There was a sense of peace that came with watching it, knowing that though it was ever changing, it was ever the same. She wondered if Alphonse felt the same, when his eyes misted over and he cast his gaze to the rolling waves.
They were both tired and damp when they trudged up to the blanket where Scar and Edward sat. Scar had found himself a newspaper and Edward had a book. They both looked so serious and intense! Lust shook her head and knelt next to Scar, plucking the paper from his hands.
“I was reading that,” he snapped.
“And now we’re going to have lunch. You can read it later.” She set it aside and turned his attention to the picnic basket. She withdrew sandwiches - the extent of her meal making skills - a Tupperware container of fruit and four colas and curled up next to her husband. Edward and Alphonse had already dissolved into a tangle of limbs, wrestling playfully over some silly brotherly spat.
“That man is staring at you,” Scar growled, and he looped and arm protectively about Lust’s shoulders. Always the same, her handsome desert man. What did he see, she suddenly wondered, when he looked to the sea? Did it make him long for waves of sand, and the dry heat of a long gone desert? Lust reached up suddenly and stroked his cheek, a strange and loving gesture. Those rarely passed between them, even in private.
“Men always stare at me.” She smiled and popped a grape into his mouth, flirtatiously. “But only one is ever allowed to touch.”
Scar’s lips twitched slightly, and he rested his forehead against hers for a moment in a rare display of public affection. She heard Edward snort, childish and immature despite his age. She glanced over and caught Alphonse watching them, grinning widely.
“You were right,” he said, flushing a bit and glancing away as Scar kissed her forehead and sat up, the Ishbalan’s face falling immediately back into a weathered frown. The sound of the waves was comforting and calming, and the umbrella kept away the burning rays of the sun as they ate. And Lust was secure in the knowledge, as Scar’s arm remained about her shoulders, that this, here and now, was as happy as they would ever need to be.