To Have Been Loved
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crossoverficTitle: To Have Been Loved
Fandom(s): Full Metal Alchemist and Sandman
Rating: PG (for references to death and a description of a dead body)
Characters: Maes Hughes and Death of the Endless
Spoilers: Episode 25 of FMA anime.
Summaries: He knows the woman with black hair instant, after all, she has been a part of his life for such a long time...
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to either of these characters or the respective universes from which they are from. Work is purely a piece of fiction for the sake of entertainment, and I make no profit off of this. That being said I hope you enjoy...
When he looks at the woman with black hair, alabaster skin, and an odd cross like ornament around her neck, he knows Who or What she is instantly. He has spent a great deal of his life around…Her and as such, he knows that the thing that was decidedly neither Maria nor Gracia had killed Him. Hughes looked behind where he was standing what apparently was his physical body on the ground, a crimson rivulet flowing onto the pavement from the whole near his heart. The thing that had killed him had fled the scene as soon as the deed had been done and Hughes was now alone with the Woman in black.
“Hello Death,” he states simply.
“You were always a smart one,” Death replies. Her voice gives Hughes the impression that he knows it from somewhere, but it he tried to place it, he would fail.
“Somehow I always knew it would end up like this. I had hoped that…” the man cut himself off before he could say anything else. She would have no doubt heard this sort of thing before and would hear this sort of thing countless times again. After all, Hughes was willing to bet that almost everyone who met her ended up expressing some form of regret. His would be the common sorts, not the stuff a great dream was made of. To his surprise, he found Death a hair’s breadth away, her hand on his shoulder, and a small, perhaps smile on lips that appeared to be the color of darkness. If Hughes didn’t know better, he would have sworn that he saw moisture in the corner of her eye, just above where an intricate spiraling line started.
“You had all anyone gets Maes, and you got more than some. After all, you were loved, you were deeply loved, and always will be,” Death expresses. The way she says those words make Maes wonder just how rare what Gracia and he had is…was. He doesn’t have it anymore, for the dead cannot have anything.
“It’s time to go now isn’t it?” He asks simply, closing his eyes because he does not need to see the small nod of Death’s head. Slowly he extends his hand, and feels Her fingers wrap around them. They are surprisingly warm and gentle, as are Her eyes when Hughes dares to look into them again.
“A man like you should have nothing to fear,” Death voices. Slowly, the dead man and the second born turn in a direction that wasn’t there before and walk away hand in hand. If anyone had been there to see the dead body, they might well have heard the sound of one thousand wings, all mourning doves, flapping in perfect harmony.
Fandom(s): Full Metal Alchemist and Sandman
Rating: PG (for references to death and a description of a dead body)
Characters: Maes Hughes and Death of the Endless
Spoilers: Episode 25 of FMA anime.
Summaries: He knows the woman with black hair instant, after all, she has been a part of his life for such a long time...
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to either of these characters or the respective universes from which they are from. Work is purely a piece of fiction for the sake of entertainment, and I make no profit off of this. That being said I hope you enjoy...
When he looks at the woman with black hair, alabaster skin, and an odd cross like ornament around her neck, he knows Who or What she is instantly. He has spent a great deal of his life around…Her and as such, he knows that the thing that was decidedly neither Maria nor Gracia had killed Him. Hughes looked behind where he was standing what apparently was his physical body on the ground, a crimson rivulet flowing onto the pavement from the whole near his heart. The thing that had killed him had fled the scene as soon as the deed had been done and Hughes was now alone with the Woman in black.
“Hello Death,” he states simply.
“You were always a smart one,” Death replies. Her voice gives Hughes the impression that he knows it from somewhere, but it he tried to place it, he would fail.
“Somehow I always knew it would end up like this. I had hoped that…” the man cut himself off before he could say anything else. She would have no doubt heard this sort of thing before and would hear this sort of thing countless times again. After all, Hughes was willing to bet that almost everyone who met her ended up expressing some form of regret. His would be the common sorts, not the stuff a great dream was made of. To his surprise, he found Death a hair’s breadth away, her hand on his shoulder, and a small, perhaps smile on lips that appeared to be the color of darkness. If Hughes didn’t know better, he would have sworn that he saw moisture in the corner of her eye, just above where an intricate spiraling line started.
“You had all anyone gets Maes, and you got more than some. After all, you were loved, you were deeply loved, and always will be,” Death expresses. The way she says those words make Maes wonder just how rare what Gracia and he had is…was. He doesn’t have it anymore, for the dead cannot have anything.
“It’s time to go now isn’t it?” He asks simply, closing his eyes because he does not need to see the small nod of Death’s head. Slowly he extends his hand, and feels Her fingers wrap around them. They are surprisingly warm and gentle, as are Her eyes when Hughes dares to look into them again.
“A man like you should have nothing to fear,” Death voices. Slowly, the dead man and the second born turn in a direction that wasn’t there before and walk away hand in hand. If anyone had been there to see the dead body, they might well have heard the sound of one thousand wings, all mourning doves, flapping in perfect harmony.
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