#Henschel brothers

[empirearchives]

German political cartoon of Napoleon as Cerberus, the hound of Hades who guards the gates of the Underworld.

He stands on a globe on which he has left bloody footprints. The head of Napoleon in profile is shown in the upward curved tail of the animal. The right front paw of the dog rests on a skull, which he is licking, the other carries on a rectangular block with the inscription “Term”. Below, flames emerge, within which the word “Pyriphlegelon” [Phlegethon], (a river in the underworld) stands.

Published in Berlin in 1814, by the Henschel brothers.

Ich heise Cerberus bin auch Chamäleon/ erhitzt wechsle ich die Farbe.

Translation:

My name is Cerberus and I am also a chameleon/ when heated I change color.

Details:

Source: museum-digital

#Henschel brothers #Henschel #Phlegethon #Cerberus #lithograph #hades #underworld #print #napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #German print #Germany #German #napoleonic era #napoleonic #first french empire #french empire #19th century #1800s #art #symbolism #history #french history

[klein-sodor-bahn]

“Dirk Henschel”

This fine gentleman belongs to @thesudrianmufflepuff ✨

Dirk is my Viktoria’s younger brother. Currently his true form 01 519 is sitting on his ass because his boiler certificate ran out last autumn.

#cw suggestive #ttte #ttte humanized #ttte human au #thomas and friends #ttte oc #ttte gijinka #muffin’s ocs #thesudrianmufflepuff oc #thesudrianmufflepuff #Continuing with drawing man tatas #He do be charming #just some shirtless mengines #shirtless man

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[drunk-poets-society]

ok so

this young fella is No. 85 Squadron’s Hurricane pilot Richard Lee. he was awarded the DFC and DSO for his service, just a couple months before he was shot down over the English Channel on 18/8/1940, at age 23, sadly never to be seen again.

details under the cut -

Richard Hugh Anthony Lee was born in London in 1917 (the exact date or month is unknown). Growing up, he went to Charterhouse School.

On September 1935 he joined RAF Cranwell as a Flight Cadet, and graduated in July 1937. He was posted to Debden on June 1, 1938 to join no.85 Squadron at its reformation. He flew Gloster Gladiator biplanes to begin with, before no.85 was re-equipped with Hawker Hurricane Mk1s.

No.85 sqn. Was posted in France to protect cross-channel convoys. On November 21, 1939, while on patrol over Boulogne, Flight Lieutenant ‘Dickie’ Lee scored the squadron’s first victory when he successfully attacked a Heinkel 111 which crashed into the channel and burst into flames. This also scored the Squadron’s first accolade as he was awarded a DFC on March 8, 1940 “for outstanding brilliance and efficiency”

Not much happened over the winter. That was to change, however, when on May 10, 1940, the sound of Anti Aircraft guns and Luftwaffe planes filled the air. No. 85 squadron immediately jumped into action, and within a few minutes, one section of “A” flight, and one section of “B” flight were up in the air. Lee was leading B flight with Flying Officer Derek Allen and Pilot Officer Patrick Woods-Scawen flying as his numbers 2 and 3 respectively. the section attacked a Henschel 126, and managed to severely damage the aircraft, leaving two of its crew wounded.

Later that morning, Lee was flying Hurricane L1779 into combat, leading his section again. They engaged a Junkers-88 at about 15,000 feet. His combat report reads: “after being sighted E/A dived to a very low height. i could only overhaul from astern very slowly. From 500 yards to 700 yards the enemy rear gunner fired continuously. I fired short bursts and finished ammunition closing to 200 yards. No apparent results except black smoke from one engine. My own aircraft shot badly.”

Later that evening Lee shared in the destruction of a Ju-86 with his section. Lee was the first to open fire and set the enemy’s starboard engine on fire. When they landed, ground crew found that he had fired 50 rounds from each of his eight Browning machine guns during the engagement.

on 11/5/1940, the squadron was back in the thick of it. however, this time after a busy morning patrol, Allen and Woods-Scawen returned without their section leader. Richard Lee was missing. He’d been flying Hurricane N2388, code marked ‘VY-R’ over Maastricht when he engaged a Dornier 17P at approximately 1300 hours. His aircraft had been hit by Anti Aircraft fire and he bailed out of his aircraft slightly wounded. Parachuting down, he landed in a field, where he spotted a local man passing by. He asked the man which direction he should travel to get to the Belgian tanks that were nearby. He took off in the direction, only to find out that they were, in fact, German. Lucky for him, his uniform was concealed underneath a smock or overcoat he had acquired. He was believed to be a peasant and was locked into a barn with some other refugees. Thinking quick, he climbed up to a window and noticed a ladder perched beneath it, and promptly climbed out, walked several miles, and hitched a ride with some Belgians before returning to his unit the very next day. The squadron’s diarist reported that “11/5/40. Eight E/A were shot down today. Flight Lieutenant R.H.A Lee failed to return from the offensive patrol covering the advance of the BEF over the Tongres-Maastricht Section – he was reported last seen on a Dornier’s tail at about 2,000 ft.”

On May 22, No. 85 squadron started to return to Debden to re-equip and reform, and Lee was transferred to No. 56 Squadron. The next day the squadron engaged enemy aircraft over St. Omer while patrolling Manston to Dunkirk. he expended all his ammunition in the dogfight that ensued between the Hurricanes and the 109s, before his starboard wing was badly hit. He broke off and returned to Manston unharmed, and aircraft deemed repairable.

On May 27, he flew another offensive patrol from Manston with the Squadron, flying Hurricane P3311. On this occasion he was shot down by Messerschmitt 109s during an attack on Henschel 111s. he ditched his aircraft in the sea and was fished out of the water and taken ashore an hour later.

On May 31, Lee was awarded the DSO. The London Gazette published the following: “Flight Lieutenant Richard Hugh Anthony Lee, D.F.C. (33208) this officer has displayed great ability as a leader and intense desire to engage the enemy. On one occasion he continued to attack an enemy aircraft after his companion had been shot down, and his own machine hit in many places. His section shot down a Dornier 215 in flames one evening in May, and another in the course of engagement the next day. In his last engagement, he was seen at 200 feet at the tail of a Junkers 89, being subjected to intense fire from the enemy occupied territory. This officer escaped from behind the German lines after being arrested and upheld the highest traditions of the Service.”

In June, he returned to No. 85 squadron, under Squadron Leader Peter Townsend. His experience was called upon to help bring the new recruits upto scratch before the squadron was again ready for operational flying.

On June 26, Richard Lee and his close friend Gerald Lewis flew to an investiture where Lee received his DSO and DFC for his service.

Lee’s reputation as a daring and aggressive fighter pilot was quickly spreading around the air force. Peter Townsend’s good friend Flight Lieutenant John Simpson wrote a letter to his intelligence officer, after hearing about the exploits of Richard Lee.

Simpson, who also coincidentally often flew with Patrick Woods-Scawen’s younger brother Tony, wrote “I hear that Dickie Lee has done wonders. You see how these boys, who were always looked upon as being the naughty ones, are doing so well. They needed a war to convince the old gentlemen at Whitehall. Do you remember that Dickie was almost given his bowler hat for low flying? The same low flying has apparently stood him in good stead.” (apparently he had flown through an open barn, but i have no way of confirming or denying that)

In Hector Bolitho’s book Combat Report published in 1943, he wrote of an afternoon spent with Lee, Townsend and Simpson. “Peter Townsend and Dickie Lee had been posted to an aerodrome a few miles from the house… in the early summer, John and I went out to find them… we found Peter and Dickie and took them back to the house. Dickie followed the car on a hellish motor bicycle.

It was a pleasant enough afternoon and we lay on the lawn, the four of us, with a bowl of ice, a bottle of gin, some tonic water and four glasses, and talked the world away. All three, looked older. Both Dickie and Peter had been shot down and a certain solemnity seemed to have touched them. Dickie had changed more than others.

We used to call him Dopey in the old days because he always fell asleep if the conversation took a serious turn. He was already a hero and in most newspapers there had been photographs of him receiving his decorations from the King. The long hell in France had left creases at the corners of his sleepy eyes. But he would have none of our attempts at war talk. He said that he had a date with a blonde in Saffron Walden and that he could not stay very long.

Dickie’s taste in blondes was not always reassuring to his friends, but he was obviously more concerned with his date than with our efforts to make him talk about how he has won the DFC and DSO on his tunic. I remember when he stood to go I noticed a hole in the leg of his trousers where a bullet had gone through without touching his skin.

I suppose that Peter and John and I were a bit pensive, being the older ones, so Dickie yawned and said ‘Well, I must get cracking’ he made one gesture to sentiment before he went. On the day that was declared he left his favourite pictures with me… before his squadron flew off to France.

They were photographs of friends, of aircraft, and one of a spaniel. He asked me for them, so I brought them down from the attic and he flew off to his blonde with them, piled before him on the screeching, violent motor bicycle.”

August 18, 1940 “the Hardest Day” of course, was when Dickie was lost. Flying as Blue 1 in Hurricane P2923 ‘VY-R’ during this patrol, he was last seen by Squadron Leader Townsend and Flying Officer Arthur Gowers ten miles north-east of Foulness Point chasing Bf 109s out across the Channel.

In Townsend’s book Duel of Eagles he wrote the following of Lee’s last action: “Come back, Dicky,’ I called but he was drawing away. Again and again I called, but he kept on. It was useless to chase Huns out to sea; they would be back again the next day. Something had gotten into Dicky and there was no stopping him. We were both low on fuel and I was out of ammunition. There was only one thing to do: turn back”

Like several others, he was gone too soon. Neither his aircraft nor his body were ever recovered. and aside from these mentions, and a few documents, and acknowledgement on the Runnymede Memorial, Panel 6, there isn’t much about him out there. there’s really not much one can do about that either, other than remember, and keep them alive in our thoughts; those who never returned, whose names faded into obscurity.

Source

#my last post was glitching out so i had to make a new one #sigh. i miss him. that 'age 23' really hits hard man #history #ww2 #wwii #battle of britain #raf #1940s #1940 #need i repeat it again ? war bad. #i wish he had a happy ending like charlie and gertie in that other post but alas #also this is all the information i could find about him on the internet #that blogspot article is the only comprehensive source #there's just tiny bits and pieces of him scattered in databases and they're not much use at all to be quite honest #there is only one thing i know right now and that is that i miss him dearly for some reason #even though i dont even know anything about him except all of.... this #and the pictures in this post are all the pictures of him that are out there #i mean there's more but they're just colourisations of these #especially of the one with his pal lewis #and the one in which he's standing with the medals on his uniform #sweet boy i miss him. precious lad. #i say knowing absolutely nothing about him #like he was literally just some guy. he wasn't famous or anything. there aren't even any letters by him out there #so that i can even start to build an accurate profile. i guess all that i have is the photos and mentions #and where are those photos that he took with him ? did they go with him ? or are they in someone's basement #forgotten and neglected. or did they get destroyed ? where are they ! #my best hope is that they're somewhere out there in a basement or something along with a pile of letters #his body or plane were never recovered and that makes me want to cry and sob and weep #i pretty much am over my other crush but this man has been on my mind for over a year now #its like sir please

[opera-ghosts]

Marie Brema (28 February 1856 – 22 March 1925) was a British dramatic mezzo-soprano singer in concert, operatic and oratorio work in the last decade of the 19th and the first decade of the 20th centuries. She created several important roles and was the first British singer to appear at the Bayreuth Festspielhaus. Marie Brema was born Mary Agnes Fehrmann (also known as Minnie Fehrmann) in Liverpool. She was encouraged to undergo vocal training, which she did, but it was several years more (after 3 months of study with George Henschel) that she first appeared before the public, singing Schubert's Ganymed in a popular concert. She was so admired that she continued training under other teachers and made further concert appearances. Her stage debut was in 1891 at Oxford as Adriana Lecouvreur. On 10 October 1891 (aged 35), taking her stage name from her father's birthplace, she made her opera debut in the first English production of Mascagni's Cavalleria rusticana, as Lola, at the Shaftesbury Theatre, London. he achieved a success, and followed it with a greater one in Gluck's Orfeo ed Euridice later in the same year. She had won Shaw's admiration in a performance of Schubert's Erlkonig, but now he found her he found her insufficiently versatile, over-specialized, with a fixed vocal colour owing to over-emphasis of the dramatic lower register: and recommended that she should permit instead the simple beauty of sound in the upper part of her voice to be heard, when she should take high rank as a singer. In February 1893, at a Royal Albert Hall performance of Gounod's Redemption (with Miss Palliser and Watkin Mills), he thought she sang 'While my watch I am keeping' 'with a gentler vocal touch and a nearer approach to purely lyric style than I had heard from her before', saying she might now become the successor of Mme Belle Cole. In April 1893, at a Philharmonic concert (also featuring Sapellnikoff in Chopin's E major concerto), "happening to be tremendously in the dramatic vein, she positively rampaged through a Schiller-Joachim scena and through Beethoven's Creation Hymn, scandalizing the Philharmonic, but carrying away the multitude." She was then brought to the notice of Cosima Wagner by Hermann Levi, and was invited to take part in the Richard Wagner Festival at Bayreuth, where she sang the roles of Ortrud in Lohengrin and Kundry in Parsifal. She was the first English singer to appear there.[8] Established as a Wagnerian, in 1894 she made her first tour of the United States of America with the Damrosch Company, and in addition to those two roles also appeared as Brangäne in Tristan und Isolde and Brünnhilde in Die Walküre. Her Brünnhilde was considered especially fine, not only for her splendid vocalisation but also for her stature and handsome appearance. Returning to Europe she performed these roles at Bayreuth, and added to them the second Brünnhilde (Götterdämmerung) and Fricka in Das Rheingold. In America Marie Brema sang Brangäne in a German Tristan in a cast with Lillian Nordica as Isolde, Jean de Reszke as Tristan and brother Edouard as King Mark, and also in The Ring, performances under the direction of Anton Seidl and Felix Mottl. During the 1898–99 season at the Met she sang Fides in Meyerbeer's Le prophète opposite both de Reszkes and Lilli Lehmann. In various parts of Europe, in Paris, Berlin and Brussels, for example, she appeared with great success as Dalila in Saint-Saëns's Samson et Dalila, a role which especially suited her, and as Amneris in Verdi's Aida. Orfeo remained a most important role throughout her career. In the London 1897 season David Bispham, (Wotan in Walküre), called her 'superb' alongside Ernest van Dyck, Susan Strong and Ernestine Schumann-Heink,[9] and Klein ranked her with the greats in the casts of Felix Mottl's revival of The Ring at Covent Garden. In 1897 Brema was among those invited to perform at the State Jubilee Concert at Buckingham Palace, where she sang 'Plus grand dans son Obscurité' from Gounod's La reine de Saba.

#Marie Brema #Bayreuth Festspielhaus #Franz Schubert #Ganymed #Pietro Mascagni #Cavalleria rusticana #Christoph Willibald Gluck #Orfeo ed Euridice #Erlkönig #Royal Albert Hall #Charles Gounod #Redemption #Frédéric Chopin #Ludwig van Beethoven #Lohengrin #Parsifal #Richard Wagner #Tristan und Isolde #Die Walküre #Götterdämmerung #Das Rheingold #Covent Garden #Giacomo Meyerbeer #Le prophète #Camille Saint-Saëns #Samson and Delilah #Aida #Giuseppe Verdi #La reine de Saba #Johannes Brahms

[danwhobrowses]

Whatever Happened to: Sheska?

So, as promised, the first of hopefully many posts of the ‘Whatever Happened to’ series, where I bring up characters that just, fell off the map. For our first one we will begin with a character disappearance that always confused me, Sheska from Fullmetal Alchemist Manga and the Brotherhood anime There will be Spoilers for the story so if you haven’t read/watched it then...maybe you should

When was she last Seen? While in the 2003 anime series Sheska maintained a recurring role as Winry’s female friend and helping uncover the dirty secrets hidden by the Homunculi and in turn the Military. However, in the Manga and Brotherhood anime, Sheska is last seen in Chapter 34/Episode 16, both titled ‘Footsteps of a Comrade-in-Arms’. In it she is revealed to be covering for Mustang as he digs for information regarding Hughes’ death - mainly out of solidarity since Hughes did give her the job that pays her bills and keeps her mother in a nice home, and the least she can do is assist in helping find the culprit. She unfortunately lets this slip to ‘Captain Focker/Fokker’ who is Envy in disguise (but still a Focker if you ask me), which leads to the whole Maria Ross frame-up. From there we never see or hear from Sheska again, we don’t see her at Central when it’s attacked by Briggs, we don’t see her fall victim of the countrywide transmutation circle and do not we see her in the Chapter 107 splash

Which, frankly, is ridiculous given that characters dead, alive and barely in the story like Sheska was are here, including Fu, Hughes, Grumman, some no-names in the bottom and one no-name at the top right corner, Rebecca, Mustang’s old Ishval squad and Henschel. An oversight maybe, but it still leaves the question mark, what DID happen to Sheska? Theory 1: Sheska was Murdered Leaking that she knew about Mustang’s digging, covering for him and her photographic memory is two very dangerous tidbits of knowledge for one person to have, even if the Homunculi look down on humans up to this point they have been extremely efficient in not leaking their own information. So a worst case scenario could be that the Homunculi killed Sheska, quietly disposing of her and maybe even covering it up, she was on a heavy workload and could’ve ‘crumbled’ and disappeared to work in a nice undisclosed village. The fortunate thing that goes against this theory is that Mustang would notice, and since Hughes’ death she had been a lot more relaxed with her workload, it would also be in the Homunculi’s nature to only take care of things when it looks like a critical moment.  Another plausible way Sheska may’ve died is via the Mannequins or when Our Father freaking Kamehameha’d half of Central Command, but then she would have to be fighting the Mannequins and not escaped Central when the Briggs soldiers gave them a chance, and Sheska would run if she were there. She may’ve also suffocated under a mountain of books like how she almost did when we first saw her, if she ever actually gets to go home anymore. Theory 2: Sheska was Dishonorably Discharged Given that Mustang is treated with contempt for digging into the Hughes case and his actions in making people believe that he scorched Maria Ross, it would be possible that the higher ups would use this as an excuse to discharge her from the military, to sever a connection Mustang would have in Central who could provide him information on Father’s plans. Envy may’ve been a lighter hand as Focker but Focker himself or any other members of Bradley’s high council may opt to picture it as harboring criminal activity. Sheska isn’t exactly one to come crying to the Elrics about this either so it’s not like it’d be huge news, the reason this may not work however is that Sheska still has all the dots Hughes had, she just hasn’t connected them yet, and the Homunculi keep tabs on people like that.  Theory 3: Sheska was Transferred Like most of Mustang’s crew, Sheska may’ve been moved by association. Her absence from Central Command would fuel this and after she’s finished completing all the records there’s not much else she is useful for in the eyes of the military. Since she has no career goals, she could’ve simply been moved to a smaller military office - her ignorance to the happenings protecting her from being in warzones but not out of the country circle’s range. She may’ve also been transferred normally, maybe another library got burned down or maybe they rebuilt the Central Library and had her repopulate that with all the normal books and secret alchemy cookbooks and actually declutter her apartment with all the books that are there (okay it bothers me, where does she sleep? Does she have a book bed, next to her book oven and book fridge and cooks book eggs for bookfast in her book pan in her book kitchen?). Theory 4: Sheska left the Military on her own accord While she never expressed displeasure in working for the Military we leave Sheska in a pivotal moment in the plot, the next episode/chapter Mustang supposedly burns Maria Ross to a crisp. Not knowing it part of the plan, Sheska may’ve felt partly responsible in the ‘murder’ of Ross and disgusted by Mustang’s actions, which could have led her to leave the military. There are other reasons she may’ve quit her job also, she may’ve found a new calling or as said before the Library could’ve been rebuilt and she could’ve gotten her old job back from that or another closer-to-mother library/general job, she may’ve left to tend to her ill mother if her condition worsened or simply moved to a job with a career track - hell if you wanna go wild maybe she went to become an Alchemist, that photographic memory would be handy if she had the aptitude. The backdrop of this like the previous theory of her leaving the military is that this’d prevent the Homunculi from keeping tabs on her, while it is possible that Ross’ death would’ve prompted her to leave, the military may’ve offered an alternative of transfer or another government job so to keep and eye on her. Theory 5: Sheska slept through the whole thing A comical theory, but the records department isn’t something one would frequent in a lot, I mean Mustang was able to sleep in a storeroom for a bit completely undetected. It would be funny if Sheska did miss all the action from falling into a comatose sleep in a basement or something having been overworked, and given the isolated placement completely missed the Mannequin Soldiers, thought the Circle stealing her soul was a nightmare and then napped again through the whole Father fight. This is unlikely because it obviously didn’t happen, as I said Sheska’s workload doesn’t take a huge toll on her anymore so she wouldn’t pass out...not until after the Father Fight when she has to rewrite all the paperwork destroyed by Father’s Kamehameha, it’d be a good laugh though. Theory 6: Sheska was there, you just didn’t see her One of the most plausible theories is simply that it happened but there was no need to focus on Sheska while it was happening. Falman also had a great memory and worked with the Briggs men and the Armstrongs had worked in Central for months, so her talents weren’t exactly needed for the situation, she likely escaped the mannequins and left Central Command intact. It’s likely but it’s still annoying, we could have shown her in this scenario, even if it’s when Buccaneer saved those women (imaged in manga since I couldn’t find a screen of the scene in anime) they could’ve thrown in Sheska, could’ve shown her losing and regaining her soul, at least some closure on that would’ve been nice given that we saw every other player and the people of Liore during the Promised Day.

Theory 7: Sheska still works for the Military, she just wasn’t There The final theory that is as plausible as the prior, Sheska was basically away that day. We saw it with Brosh who only arrived at the scene because he was disgusted by Mustang and then elated that Ross was alive, a ‘bookworm’ like Sheska may’ve taken time off to witness an eclipse, and if she didn’t she may’ve simply had the day off. Another thing she could’ve done is gone on holiday, I doubt she went to Xing to meet the Armstrongs while they were statue hunting but maybe she went out of Central. She could’ve visited her mother, visited other family, gone to a place with other libraries and stuff she may have hobbies in. The downfall of this theory is that none of it escapes the circle, hostilities with Creta, Aurego and Drachma mean the only way out of the country is by crossing the desert, which doesn’t seem up Sheska’s alley, which means we circle back to why didn’t we show her? We showed Liore, Kanama, Resembool and Rush Valley, the latter just to specifically show Paninya - someone who had less screen time than Sheska, no offence to Paninya but if we gave time for her lying on a random floor (lucky she wasn’t fixing a roof) we could’ve just put Sheska in a room face first in a book for a second and that’d be that. So yeah, the mystery of Sheska racks my brain, mainly out of desire for closure but also because she still played a valid part in Ed and Al’s journey. Without her they would’ve never obtained Marcoh’s notes, which meant they would never have found out the properties of a stone, they would’ve never gone to the Fifth Laboratory and thus never learned about the Homunculi marking them as a sacrifice - since Ross got framed because of her, Ed would’ve never gone to Xerxes either, meaning he wouldn’t have figured out the transmutation circle or found the Ishvalan slum to discover that Scar killed the Rockbells, that discovery led to the confrontation that became a turning point for Scar’s redemption arc too. Sheska also inadvertently was necessary for Mustang’s plot also; had the brothers not gone to the Fifth Laboratory they would’ve never gotten Barry the Chopper as an ally (who in turn busted Ling out of jail, meaning everything Ling contributes to is a byproduct of Sheska’s action) but if she hadn’t have told Envy about Mustang’s digging they would’ve never framed Ross, which meant that they never would’ve had opportunity to capture Gluttony, kill Lust or discover that Bradley was Wrath. These are big things as well! Could someone just like, poke Arakawa for an answer? Or are we just gonna expect a Launch situation (save her for another day). Out of the 7 theories I would rank them as Most to Least Likely: 6, 7, 3, 4, 2, 1, 5 Most to Least Preferred: 3, 5, 7, 4, 6, 2, 1 Maybe one day we’ll find out, but for now it’s all headcanon, but whatever did happen to her, she is not forgotten.

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My dearest @inkuisitivskins, it is finally done! The beast, borne of two prompts that were more ambitious than I ever were! I hope you still like it, as I made it as LivMiles as I could and shippedy shippy.

I really hope you like it ;)

The first fireball flew right over the Wall, landing in the no man`s land between North City and the Northern Wall of Briggs. Upon impact it burst, exploding, leaving behind a crater thrice the size the fireball had been, a fiery pit in the snow-filled landscape. By pure chance nobody had been hurt, yet many window-panes in the outskirts of North City broke when hit by the shockwave.

The second fireball, smaller than the first one by half, hit the top of the wall. Later this would be recounted as looking similar to a tennis-ball, hitting the net with its lowest point. It exploded on impact, most of the force going into the sky, useless. Behind the wall the ball fell, robbed of its momentum and power, here too creating a pit filled with billowing flames.

The third one fell in the no man`s land between Drachma and Amestris. It was smaller even than the second, the pit it created small and the flames inside of it going out after a few minutes in the frigid winter winds. It too, hurt no one.

Plenty of people had seen the impact of the first fireball, realising with fear that the ongoing conflict with their neighbouring country had finally escalated. Skirmishes had been plenty over the past two months, leading to General Armstrong asking for and being granted reinforcements. The residents of North City were aware that the Wall was well manned, almost at its full capacity, when the second fireball hit it.

It was perfected military protocol and harsh training that had prevented the loss of even more lives. After the first fireball, an all-out alarm had sounded inside the Wall, leading to the General ordering everybody except for a select few to get ready for battle and await further orders on ground level. Several camouflage-troops were sent out through many of the hidden passage-ways leading on and into the mountains surrounding the Wall, set to find out where exactly their enemy was firing from. And General Armstrong had, accompanied by a dozen of snipers, climbed to the walls top-level, in the hope to maybe see the enemy, to figure out a counter-tactic. To intercept before another one of these powerful projectiles was fired and hit North City.

When later asked why she`d thought it a good idea to go topside while the enemy was firing such weapons, she`d answered that she`d thought of her foe as capable enough to better their aim after the first try, not to get worse.

The Wall was hit on what would be considered the top-right corner by the Drachmans. The outer hull that was directly impacted was destroyed and partly melted into one another, but when examined later it was found that the fireball hadn’t even reached the middle of the Wall in its destructive path. The shockwave was considerably smaller than the one of blast number one, not even strong enough to crack the piping inside the structure.

Yet, over fifty people died. Four snipers, those closest to the blast, died immediately. It had taken days until all of their bodies had been found. All the others on top of the wall suffered burns of the highest degrees, all on the left side of their body. Bones broke when the shockwave hit them, as with the burns the extensity hinging on how close they`d been to the blast.

But it had been those still walking through the walls, heading to ground level and with this heeding the Generals orders, that had lost their lives. She avenged their deaths only a few hours later.

Those waiting at ground level had recounted how first fear and then determination had swept through them upon hearing the impact. Feeling the impact. Captain Henschel had reacted quickly and formed first-aid units, sending them up. They were to assess the damage and help survivors. He was aware that most people were still needed down here, that an assault on the enemy forces was vital. Had seen and fought enough, to trust his gut feeling on this.

And when the third bang sounded, ahead of them now, not behind or on top of them, General Armstrong had swept into the room, a white-clad soldier keeping up with her, speaking hastily. They`d just seen her determination, heard her orders, voice loud and clear and then had filed out of the fortress.

Ten minutes of silence until they reached a snow-bank, behind which they got in formation. Hand-signs was all they saw. The assault on the drachman forces began. There were many, more than ever had attacked before. But they soon noticed the lack of canons, everybody having been keen on finding out and destroying what had set off those horrifying projectiles. Yet, the Drachmans had brought portable cover with them, hiding behind reinforced metal-fences, trying to pick them off one by one. Henschel had been the one to keep closest to the General during the battle and thus knew of their outer wings being cut into small troops, set to round the enemy. They`d just have to hold their position for a bit longer and the Drachmans would have to fight on several sides at once. And if all else failed, they could still fall back to the Fort.

Many of their own fell, wounded by gun-shots. But further impacts seemed to not be in their enemies repertoire and after the unmistakable sound of amestrian semi-automatics was heard against the wind, Henschel knew that the enemy was trapped. And then, just as everybody had waned the battle won, a fourth impact, almost pitiful in comparison to even the third, sounded. Admits the drachman forces panic broke out, fire burning many of them, the explosion killing even more. Whatever their weapon was, it had backfired. The General gestured for the enemies position to be stormed and after five more minutes all quarrel died down.

After a bit of shifting and shackling, it was clear that Drachma had taken alchemy into their repertoire of weaponry. Four, and he could not bring himself to see them as anything else, kids kneeled before them. He saw the General seizing them up, their haggard appearances, their utter exhaustion. The horror on their faces. With a steady voice, laced with an undertone that had a shiver traveling up every Briggs men’s spine, she asked them if Drachma was capable of reproducing what was done today.

Alternating between shaking and screaming, an about sixteen-year-old girl, the only one in the group, screamed in Drachman.

"Three more in Drachman Gordyy! Find them, please! Let this madness end!"

They regrouped and the General had sent the scouts ahead. Several people, mainly those wounded, she sent back to the Fort, as well as the prisoners. She gave Falman the order to get in touch with the Fuhrer, to have him send back-up and to get her the Elric Brothers. As fast as humanly possible. The man had saluted and went to leave, his gaze only ghosting over her body.

Nobody had commented on her injuries, first brushed off as soot by many. Henschel had only understood in the heat of battle that her uniform wasn’t soaked with blood, but burnt to her skin in many parts. She walked a bit funny, but her rigidness commanded him silently to keep his mouth shut, yet he chalked it up to her ribs, all other limbs moving to nimbly from what he had seen. But he knew better to ask her, to probe her, not now, not with the threat of destruction still looming.

The smell was hard to ignore though.

The scouts had come back after an hour, the first logistic corps from the wall within thirty minutes. Fresh ammunition, those bleeding fitted with field dressings and tanks driven to their location. A lieutenant informed the General that the canons not destroyed were manned and pointed in their direction. When flares were set they would take aim and fire. Armstrong had nodded and not only Henschel, but every other soldier had followed when the march to Drachman Gordyy began.

The newspapers later sang in the highest notes of the operation.

The General had divided the troop in many small portions, every single one of them appointed a certain job. When the scouts made out where exactly the alchemists were most likely hidden, a distraction was mounted. A firefight pulled the thin drachman troops into one corner of the base and it had soon become apparent that they were left without proper leadership. Over the deafening sound of weapons, the General had spoken, offered those that lay down their weapon their life. After a few more minutes of futile fighting, many of the young men and women laid down their weapons. All the while a team of specialists had taken the remaining alchemists prisoner, hindering their ability to move and getting them to the Fort.

Most soldiers had to do nothing in the fight, beside stand and watch, no tank was used, not one canon fired. Only few drachman soldiers were killed, the rest disarmed and imprisoned. And when General Armstrong went inside the base, easily finding the command centre, going through the information found there, she knew that she needed to talk to the Fuhrer as soon as possible.

She`d visited Ishval every year since he was stationed there, always for about two weeks. Three years in a row, without fail. Miles had felt somewhat honoured by that, knowing that she took so much time out of her busy schedule to come down. Made the long journey just to hear him ramble about their latest accomplishments. Would listen closely to him, trying to figure out if he would ever come back to the mountain and her. And he always took extra care while talking about the future, knowing that he wanted to stay in Ishval, knowing that if he came back to the mountain he would be with her again, but not how he, they, wanted to be. Knew, that he couldn’t take it anymore now, being so close and yet so far.

And when she couldn’t visit, Karley the one who radioed them with the news of the war with Drachma, faster than any newspaper would reach them, he felt more anxious than ever. Regularly they got updates:

How the Fuhrer visited the Wall after the initial attack, overseeing the damage to the structure and talking with his General about how to proceed. That Drachman refugees soon poured to the border, not many, but more in a day than they`d gotten in the last twenty years combined. Drachma was suffocating in the grip of the Czar, the last in a long line of dictators, whether they were peaceful or warmongering. The normal populace was seemingly starving, the attack against their border apparently also an effort to secure resources. It had put all of them somewhat off, when it became popular knowledge, that the drachman populace was in large parts hoping for an intervention by one of the neighbouring countries. And after lengthy discussions, concerning the safety of Amestris and its people, it was decided that Amestris would intervene. Those in charge of producing the alchemistic weapon used against them had to be found and the future safety of Amestris had to be ensured.

It was to those having worked under General Armstrong, now working in Ishval, no secret that this mission would either fail, or the Drachman’s cry for freedom would be answered.

Shortly Miles had thought about traveling up to the Wall, to offer working under her command again. To be by her side through this war, not doubting that either of them could put their feelings aside when more important things were at stake. Heartbreak he could take, but barely the thought of her fighting alone, however foolish that thought in truth was. Nothing came from that idea, except for raised eyebrows and a call by Fuhrer Mustang, who was apparently instructed to order that he further stayed in Ishval. Which had Miles only becoming more anxious and scared, because the situation had to be more than just serious if the General did not want him to be present. He had known after all, that there`d been more to his part in the promised day, than entertaining Grumman. However much the General had tried to play it down.

Stuck in the desert, he radioed Briggs as often as possible, his old comrades free with information, if he made sure to call through a secure line.

The fighting in Drachma was brutal from what he heard, not comparable with the skirmishes at the border. People died left and right, the blue-coats victorious, albeit only because of their better training and gear. The populace was starving and the General called in more supply-trucks at every village they marched through, the forces being greeted with fear and hunger by women and children. Official photographers followed the troop and the news coverage was often littered with pictures of battlefields and horror, or crying Drachman’s freed from their oppressors. Depending on which way the publics opinion needed to be swayed. It was his only chance to see her now, as she was sometimes in pictures too.

Briggs men initially scorned by the public for their part in the promised day, were becoming more and more revered by the minute, with every notion of victory, of kindness. When information was leaked, facts of what really went down back then, Briggs men and the General in particular, were suddenly heroes. Not that they knew about it. Not that they`d care, really.

But when he heard of what happened in the drachman capital, how the Czar had faced the people of Briggs in the capitol, uttering his last wish, he`d shared the feeling of the public.

The man who had starved his people, who forced young men and women, many of whom had to be considered children, to fight, wanted to die an honourable death. And from what Henschel had told him, personally over the radio as soon as they`d been back in the Fort, she`d obliged. She`d shed her coat, her uniform jacket and drew her sabre, the white standard blouse long forgone by all of them in favour of the black thermo-shirts. And even though she was injured heavily, hindered by pain and bandages, she`d run him through after only three minutes.

He`d been captivated, could imagine how she would fight, having seen her do it so many times. But the notion of injuries had startled him, nobody ever relaying that she was hurt more than a normal Briggs man would ignore. His worry calmed by the return to Amestris, started anew.

And after several days of worry, lost sleep and slip-ups in his work, the man formerly known as Scar, known as Suhail, took him to the side. Told him that he could keep an eye on everything for a few weeks, that he should maybe travel up North, to visit his former commander. To congratulate her on the won war and the peace-treaty that was underway. With a look in his red eyes that was all too knowing.

And he`d done so without much preamble. Informed the men working for him, spoke to some of the leaders of the pro forma Ishvalans and was told by every single person to get going. That Ishval would always be there for him.

The train-ride was long, exhausting and yet he`d managed not to get a wink of sleep. He was too nervous, the feeling only increasing when the transport, he called for in advance, picked him up at the train-station. Captain Henschel had personally come, driving the military pick-up truck and Miles took the passenger seat.

“Good to see you again Colonel. I can tell you, the men were elated when they heard you were coming.”

Miles knew dancing around a topic when he saw it, having perfected this art with the General long ago.

“And you too Captain. I look forward to seeing everybody again.”

He`d talked with lots of people over the radio, many had visited Ishval over the course of the past two and a half years. Yet, he`d never been back at the wall since leaving, fearing that he would just get stuck again, the prospect of being near her, even in such an unsatisfying way, tempting.

“General Armstrong senior is there too, just turned up two days ago and started regular screaming matches with the Queen. Doc is throwing the biggest fit because of it.”

Armstrong senior was a character not unlike his eldest daughter, strict, stern and demanding. Put he`d met the man before and knew him to wear his humour on his sleeve.

“And what does he want? He never comes up the mountain without a reason.”

Henschel shrugged, eyes on the road.

“All we bears know, is that the Doc is hounding her all the time since we`ve come back. Apparently the Queen is not careful enough with her injuries, even though I would not dare judge such a thing. But the betting pool says a thousand cenz on the Doc having called him.”

Miles took that information, forcing a smile on his lips.

“I would not think Patricia so foolish.”

The Wall was coming up in front of them, the hole left by the falling fireball nothing more than a pit they shovelled their snow in now. He wondered how the other side looked.

Stepping out of the pick-up, Miles turned to Henschel once more.

“But just in case Henschel, five hundred on him trying to talk her into coming back home and gift him a bunch of grandchildren.”

When the retired General visited his daughter, you could usually hear it from two floors away. Philip Gargantos Armstrong was blessed with a loud organ that made normal words sound incredibly loud. His daughter just had a very short temper and tended to scream when pissed beyond belief. A trait her father was very good at bringing out.

He was almost concerned that he didn’t hear them right away when stepping out of the elevator. But the silence didn’t hold for long.

“Livvie-kins, honeypuff, calm down. Is it so unreasonable what I asked of you?”

“UNREASONABLE?! ARE YOU FUK...”

Miles had seen them often enough, their kind of interaction even more unique than the interaction between her and her little brother. Her father would now look sternly at her, lips pursed.

“…EFFING KINDING ME? DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU JUST ASKED ME?”

“Olivier, dear, Grandchildren after such a long time are expected. I understand that you worry about being too old, but the Henderson’s daughter just had her first child with thirty-nine. So you have some time left still. And there are plenty of men who will look past the scars, if that`s what`s worrying you.”

It was horrible that he had to hear this conversation, that her father was talking about such things so loudly. His tone spoke of a man meaning well, but also blissfully unaware of what other people wanted. Of a man not understanding that there were things in your children’s lives you simply had no say in.

He could practically hear the last of the Generals nerves snap. She spoke, tone dangerously low. Miles would`ve bet that if there were any Briggs men left on this level, they were fleeing now. He felt his own instincts pull on his feet, but resisted.

“Are you even aware of what you`re saying?!”

“Livvie-kins, it is not proper to yell at your father!”

And now he saw her reason leave through the crack in the door.

“ME YELLING? YOU ARE YELLING! GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!”

He left, primly, a hint of insult showing on his face.

“We`ll talk again when you have calmed down.”

Miles was almost walked past, greeted with a smile and a handshake.

“Colonel Miles, what a pleasure to meet you. Finally tired of the sand in your boots?”

Philip Armstrong laughed at his own joke and took his silence as an invitation to lean down with a conspiratorial look on his face.

“I guess you want to talk to my daughter? Well, you could have chosen a better time, but I guess you are used to her temper tantrums. I wish you the best of luck!”

The man left, Miles standing dumbfounded in the corridor, hand still stretched out, not having gotten even a word out.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

His head whipped towards the door of her bureau, where she stood leaning against the doorway. She suddenly did not sound angry, nor pissed or irritated. Just tired.

He took his time looking at her, mainly because his brain was still trying to catch up. She`d gotten thinner, not by much as there wasn’t much to lose. There were dark circles under her eyes, bags even, and the black thermo-shirt was bulked up in places by what had to be bandages under it. Her skin was pallid, but her eyes were bright, clearly waiting for him to finally say something.

He snapped into a salute.

“I wanted to offer my congratulations for your work in Drachma. Not everybody could have brought a peace-agreement underway, Sir!”

With a wave of her hand she told him to stand at ease.

“Thank you Miles, I appreciate it. I guess you`ve met my father?”

She gestured for him to follow her into her bureau and with the calm of someone who`d done it a thousand times, he poured coffee for the two of them without thinking twice, preparing it according to their preferences. He set down the mugs and sat down opposite of her. He let slide for now, that she skirted the topic of Drachma almost elegantly.

“He kind of assaulted me, Sir.”

“Drop the honorifics, Miles.”

She sat straight still, was commanding and calculating and a force to be reckoned with. But the tiredness he first saw seemingly spread through her whole being, pulled on her edges, trying to unravel her. It really seemed to him, that she was tired of being herself. His heart clenched with the realisation that he was so close to her again and suddenly he knew without a doubt, that he couldn’t stay. Not on this side of the table.

“So, did you have fun eavesdropping?”

He saw the bait and didn’t take it.

“You two were hard to overhear. He`s got a very loud voice.”

Her screaming was something he didn’t mention, but the General had always been one for self-reflection.

“I wasn’t too quite either, I guess. He means well, for himself at least.”

The conversation felt surreal to him and suddenly he wished not to have travelled here at all. The thought in and on itself was laughable, after pining for her for so long, but the feeling in his gut could not be denied. She was troubled, deeply and he wanted nothing more to take her in his arms, talk her through it, hold her through it, yet knowing this was impossible, was unbearable. He wanted to flee, but didn’t. However much it hurt, he couldn’t leave her now.

“He`s a father, nothing more, nothing less. Most fathers tend to think that the things that were good for them, are good for their children too. But if I may speak freely, he could’ve been less condescending.”

She cocked her head, carefully, and looked him in the eye.

“How long did Patricia have to pester you, until you gave in and travelled up here?”

He thought about what to tell her. The Doc had once demanded to speak to him, telling him of the Generals extensive burns. Left leg, arm and ribcage burned deeply, how her uniform had in part melted into her flesh. How she had travelled deep inside the enemy’s territory, skin grafts too fresh for anybody’s liking, especially after the Doc had ranted at him, that cold was the worst thing they could come in contact with right now. She`d appointed a field-nurse to exclusively care for the General, who had more than her hands full with the stubborn women. Broken bones, two of her ribs for the third time by now, the force from the blast not only fracturing them, but also her ulna and several of the bones in her left hand. Except for her ribs everything had healed well, but the Drachman cold had claimed two of her toes and got her a still blotchy looking shin-skin, thanks to a slowly healing frostbite. The Doc had angrily ordered him to come up to Briggs and talk the General at least out of doing patrols.

Her raised eyebrow told him to hurry up his thinking.

“She radioed in, yes. But that’s not the reason I travelled here. Even though I`m convinced the Doc will take it that way.”

The General sighed and it grated on his nerve that he could apparently not read her properly anymore. He`d silently prided himself in his ability to understand her wordlessly most of the time, to know what she was thinking and feeling.

“Then why are you here?”

He told a lie, would continue too for the next five days, until leaving again for Ishval. Inviting her for a visit, not able to get through her newest layer of icy armour while in this cold.

“Just to see how everything is going, with so many changes going on up here.”

Ishval was colourful. Ishvalan weddings were colourful. Also, happy, loud and a chance for everybody to forget the hard work of the past years for a few moments and just celebrate the good things. Invitations still were of great importance to attend, but once you were regarded as family it was almost certain that you`d get one. And when you were considered a friend of the family, it was even more certain. Once you were invited, a good excuse was needed not to attend, or you would be scorned in the future. It was considered a good-luck-charm if many people attended your wedding, also a sign of your social status and your own generosity.

Miles was happy that so many people invited him. It meant he was a trusted member of the community by now, not some blue-coat who just looked Ishvalan. It sometimes was indeed tedious, knowing your free time was cut for another afternoon and preparing according to tradition. Bathing and clothing rituals were strict, as was the code for gifts. Not to mention that everybody had antisocial days, were you just weren’t in the mood for long drinking and conversation. Yet, he always went if he could. And he was glad to see so many weddings happening in Ishval and he was also quite content, seeing as many a military man and women was invited too.

And he was, even though it was in no way his accomplishment, proud to see that General Armstrong was slipped an invitation to the same wedding that he was.

She was in Ishval again, for the first time in two and a half years. Had been greeted enthusiastically by many, having left quite an impression when being here. The war with Drachma was over, a peace agreement made. From what he heard from her and through the grapevine, aka Patricia, the relation with their neighbour was finally calm enough for her to travel and her wounds healed well enough as not to risk infection.

Stepping out of the train, she hadn’t worn her dress blues. He`d been taken aback for a moment then, General Armstrong in civvies not a sight you saw often. Black trousers, loosely fitted, and a white blouse, sleeves not rolled back even a bit. While Ishvalan nights weren’t hot, they weren’t chilly either and for a second it had hit him somewhere deep that she was probably feeling self-conscious about the latest marks the war had left her with.

The growing feeling that she could’ve done with some reassurance the last time he`d been in the north, about half a year ago. But she`d been in her uniform then, at the same time visited by her father. And he`d not seen her in any state of undress since he`d sat with her through an examination of her physician after the promised day, while she was listing of orders to him that he was to relay to the Briggs men.

It had been bad enough then, to keep himself from saying something.

While showing her to her quarters, one of the by now finished small houses for officers, Bushra, the current chieftain’s daughter, had stepped up to the General and handed her an invitation. Had excused herself for the shortness of time to prepare, but that she didn’t want to put her out by sending the invitation to Briggs, not wanting to force her to decline attending. Her hands forced by the date of the Generals arrival being uncertain.

Graciously the General had accepted the invitation and for a few more minutes Bushra had happily told her how she was invited to her mother’s house in the morning of the wedding, where she would be outfitted accordingly. The General had thanked the young women again and when she`d finally went in the direction of her home, Miles had been asked if he could explain her the traditions concerning gifts again.

Quietly he`d wished her a good night after promising to take her to the market the next day and for a second there had been the old hesitation again. Before his heart had the chance to beat faster, she was inside the house and had closed the door.

The males waited in front of the Ishvalan temple, like tradition commanded them too. Kameez and lofty pants he wore, the former of white muslin, the latter black, showing the people in attendance that he was unmarried. He`d made the rounds and greeted everybody, clapped the groom on the shoulder, offering a few words of encouragement to the trembling kid. Uniforms scorned at Ishvalan weddings, the Fuhrer was wearing a white Kameez too, his pants also black and when they greeted each other, the question he`d be asked was clear before the man said it out loud.

“Colonel, nice to see you here! Do you know by chance, if General Armstrong is coming too?”

Since the General had arrived, the man was hounding her. She`d not talked with him about it, neither at shared meals nor when visiting the market. He`d explained the traditions concerning wedding gifts to her, which lead to the purchase of a beautifully wrought silver-bracelet, set with two small stones of lapis lazuli. He`d marvelled when she recounted the meanings of gemstones while looking through the women’s wares, trying to find something most fitting for the girl she`d once helped out at sixteen, against a bunch of piggish merchants. She`d asked him yesterday evening if he would keep close to her during the wedding, should she have any questions and he`d said yes. There`d been more on her mind, questions hanging in the air, but the Fuhrer rounding the corner had her press her lips together tightly and flee the scene.

“She was invited personally by the bride, so she`ll be there, Sir.”

The nearing of the women gave him a chance to position him away from the Fuhrer, not disliking the man, but his current fixation on the General unsettling. As long as he didn’t know what was going on, he`d keep his distance.

Yet, the slur of colour nearing them was a sight to behold. Through the main street the women were pouring in, many dancing and singing in Ishvalan, dressed in all colours of the rainbow. The only one you couldn’t see was the bride, shielded from view by her fellow women. Traditionally she`d wear white, at the most trimmed with gold or silver, as did the groom. White was the colour of newlyweds, however old, symbolising that a new life started together, any trouble you had with others washed away, thus your slate clean. He liked this tradition, the thought of forgiveness through a declaration of love. Even though it seemed almost too easy to him, just to decide to let go of past troubles.

Thought vanished from his mind when he saw her, clad in a dark blue Lehenga style Saree. It was a slightly modernized version of a traditional garb for this kind of occasion, often chosen by younger Ishvalan women. Embroidered with silver and gold as well as bits of white, he was blown away by how well the dress fit her, right arm bare and the slither of bare stomach one usually saw highlighted and obscured at the same time, by a chain of silver-coins wound around her waist. He understood how well regarded she had to be amongst Bushras family to be gifted with such a dress, silver embroidery reversed for friends, golden for family, both worked into the cloth.

Shielded by the women of her family the bride entered the temple, while all the others merged with the crowd, finding their loved ones. The General stepped up to him, loosening the dark blue sash wound around her right wrist, winding it around his hip, knot to his right. He knew that she would remember what he explained, but was surprised that she would gift him the sash belonging to that dress. The side the knot was on showed if you were engaged or not, the sash at all letting people know that you weren’t attending alone. It was something the women could never demand to be given back, could only be re-gifted by the man. If it was, it usually meant engagement.

He could not keep himself from speaking lowly with her, though the mass of people had calmed considerably since the young pair had stepped into the temple. Silence was considered a virtue in Ishvalas house.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.”

For a second he feared that it was the wrong thing he said, that he should not torture himself so much with their duties between them. She only smiled at him slightly.

“Thank you. But you`re not too bad yourself.”

Her left elbow found his side, so much softer than she used to do it years ago. But his heart fluttered and suddenly this feeling was back, that regulations could be beaten, that distance was a cruel, but manageable mistress. Letting his gaze wander through the crowd, smiling, he saw Mustang and Hawkeye, closer to each other than their ranks usually allowed. The Fuhrer had planned on setting the parliament in power again and had it initiate the vote for a legal president. Something Amestris hadn’t had since before Bradleys predecessor. Drachma had delayed that. Had delayed him and Hawkeye too.

Had delayed him and her so much too, that it physically hurt to be so close to her. But he told himself, that it was the good kind of pain.

And smiling they watched as the newlyweds stepped out of the temple, the groom lifting his bride to his shoulder, the man forming a ring around them. Miles joined them, telling the General that he had to go and sing a boisterous song about the beauty of women. Did so with a smile, had to restrain himself from winking at her. The pain pulled on her too, he saw that.

Yet, the wedding commenced. They both spoke with many, keeping close to the other at all times. More than once he got her away from Mustang at the last second. Stood beside her when she handed over her gift, Bushra so excitedly talking about it in Ishvalan, that he for the first time in a long while saw Armstrong’s I`m-polite-but-what-the-hell-is-going-on-smile. When he later told her that Bushra wanted to gift her the veil after the wedding, meaning that she wished for her to marry next, he saw that she did not know what to feel. Her mood, lifted considerably since this morning wasn’t plummeting, but in limbo. After an elderly woman he couldn’t place, there was an influx of them with every new settlement build, pulled on his sash, asking him if she`d be invited, Armstrong told him that they needed to talk.

The noise dulled as soon as they stepped away from the festivities, night having already fallen long ago and he felt her demeanour change more than he saw it. He`d thought her to be tired when he last saw her at the wall, thought she was tired of being herself. Now, looking at him with blue eyes, he understood that she`d been tired of not being able to be herself.

The next words she said left him shaken.

“I`m going to retire Javed.”

There were many things he could have said now, so many questions, but coherent thought escaped him. He barely noticed the use of his first name. After many more steps, he blurted out only one word.

“Why?”

Before she could answer, nerves showing in every fibre of her being, they were interrupted.

“General Armstrong! Finally catching you outside of a crowd. We need to talk!”

Miles knew that his overly cheerful demeanour ticked her off, his hounding of her. Even though he seemed so serious now. He wanted something from her desperately and now that Miles knew that she wanted to retire, he could imagine a whole plethora of decisions she could make. Mustang wanted to install democracy as soon as possible, had to delay his plans because of the war with Drachma and Olivier could be a powerful ally, if she wanted to be one.

She turned around, finally snapping, glaring the man down.

“Can you please explain why you`re following me? I`m on a date here, dude!”

The Fuhrers eyes went a bit wider, but he wouldn’t hold this position if he couldn’t take such things in stride. He bowed the tiniest bit, his smile suddenly generous and laced with a hint of humour.

“Well, good luck then Colonel. May you survive!”

Her hand went to her belt, coming up empty, as her sword had stayed in her quarters, the man long gone anyways. He knew her well enough, saw her balled fists and her erratic breathing. She was pushing her anger down.

Yet, after a few second her words sunk into his mind. And then, with a small smile pulling on his mouth and new light in his eyes, he turned to face her.

“So, it is a date?”

Her answer was quick, almost snappy.

“You had doubts?”

“A few. But they do not matter now.”

His arm brushed against hers, softly at first in the silence, until he jumped his shadow, taking her hand in his. Wondering immediately, why he thought it would be hard. They walked for a while, enjoying the shudders.

“Tell me now Olivier, why do you want to leave your beloved Wall? I always thought it to be your home.”

She fell apart, then and there. Pent up emotions breaking free, after what must`ve been months. Years, even. He tried not to regret all the wasted opportunities to talk.

“I cannot remain on this wall Javed, aching day and night! Every time a cold wind crashes into me, I hurt so much that I want to scream! When I wander the halls, so many faces missing by now, all of them my fault, I can barely stand it. There`s no war there now, I can go. They do not need me now. I do not need to watch over a border at peace. I`m free to find my own peace. I cannot lay in my bed at night anymore, thinking about what if!”

The scariest she wasn’t when she screamed, Miles revised in his mind, it was when she was so sad, so quiet, that tears were running down her face. And still so strong and brave, to say what`s on her mind. It coaxed out his own bravery.

“And what would be this what if?”

He could not escape her gaze, pinning him down, so open for once, both eyes free with the plaited hair.

“You, holding me, not keeping yourself from touching my skin. No dancing around, no swerving when it comes to feelings. No flinching when I undress. To be able to tell you that I want to be with you, see you be happy, preferably with me.”

A breath escaped him, one he didn’t know he was holding. He noticed he was shaking, how his heart was beating almost erratically. He`d longed to hear such words from her, had longed for so long and knew now, that it was his turn. That she probably needed this just as much as he did.

“I want all of this and more Olivier. I want you to wake up and go to sleep beside me, want to tell you every waking moment how much I love you. I thought the wall to be my home, then I thought it was Ishval. But I know now Olivier, that it’s you. It was you all along.”

Their gazes held the others for a moment and without further ado, he did what his heart told him to.

He took her face in his hands softly, pushing her back until her back was pressed into the nearest wall. And then he kissed her like there was now tomorrow, revelling in the feel of her soft lips, of seeing her eyes close in bliss just a second before his own did so too. When she deepened the kiss and his hand fell to her waist, hers burrowing into his hair, so much longer since he`d left her at the wall, he wondered why they`d not done this any sooner. Coming up for air, only out of dire need, he melted at the sight of Olivier breathing with her eyes closed, a blush spreading on her cheeks, tears not having stopped.

Foreheads pressed together, blue eyes finally meeting red ones again, she told him all he never knew he wanted to hear, in just one sentence.

“I`d be glad to be your home, Javed.”

She pulled him to her again and he complied, happily.

He knocked on his friends’ door, brows furrowing in thought.

The General had been at the wedding yesterday, he`d seen her several times. She`d talked with Miles often, the two even disappearing once, the Fuhrer following them. He´d learned early on that Amestrian’s used such festivities to talk about important matters of state just as much as they talked about drunken nonsense. So it had rightfully startled him that General Armstrong was apparently widely searched for and yet remained unfound.

It was clear since she`d stepped out of the train that she was troubled. He`d heard all about the war, knew of numerous injuries she was suffering from and was sure that trauma also played a big role in everybody’s eagerness to find her. That nobody had thought of asking Miles seemed to happen out of a wrong kind of thoughtfulness on the Amestrian’s part.

He heard hasty steps behind the door, the sound of something hitting the floor and Miles cussing in amestrian. He`d have smiled, maybe even laughed, were the situation not so awful. His friend was enamoured with the blonde women, had during his time in Ishval turned every being away that tried to near him in a romantic way.

The door opened, Miles standing in the doorway, clad in a pair of sweatpants, worn the wrong way round.

“Oh, Suhail, what can I do for you?!”

The man smiled at him, being slightly out of breath and trying to block the view into the small house as much as humanly possible. The scarred man’s face remained stoic, the situation still dire. Prepared for Miles to try and search for the General in a wrong-worn pair of sweatpants.

“A blessed morning, Miles. The news I bring are dire. General Armstrong has disappeared and nobody can find her. The Fuhrer wanted to talk to her, but apparently did not find her in her quarters. Colonel Armstrong is already fearing the worst.”

He expected the man’s face to change from hurried to scarred to worrying. Was ready to keep him from running out of the door and into the desert without proper footwear. Mentally prepared himself to wrangle a shirt on the man first, just to keep half of the towns female population from following in his wake.

He`d not expected him to blush.

“The General? Oh… she`s… she`s gone?”

Stuttering was unexpected too. Something he`d actually never seen or heard Miles do before. And highly uncharacteristic. Wasn’t one supposed to be worried when someone you liked was in danger?

“Yes, and no one knows where she`s gone too. Do you know anything?”

And now Miles was really sputtering, not getting out even a word. He nervously grabbed his pants in his fists and opened and closed his mouth uselessly, his brain obviously not able to form a coherent sentence. Waiting for an answer that made sense in the grand scheme of things, Scar looked past Miles and into the sitting room. And what he saw cleared every worry he had for his friends’ sudden mental decline immediately.

On top of the low table lay, perfectly folded, the traditional garb of a female wedding guest. Dark blue, trimmed silver and gold, the coin-chain of the day before on top of it. The sash of his kameez wound around it like in the oldest rituals. There`d been only one woman who wore this colour yesterday. He raised an eyebrow at Miles. And to wind his sash around her dress, the gesture one meaning that he gifted it back to her. Happiness for his friend bloomed inside of him.

“Just tell me that she`s alright, so her brother can stop worrying.”

And while Miles was still too preoccupied with blushing, the women in question was walking through the sitting room, coffee-mug in hand. Clad in only Miles kameez from yesterday, her bare legs long and spectacular, even to him, scars or not. She turned to look at the tableau at the door, one eyebrow raised.

“You can tell my brother that I`m quite alright, so he should quit his worrying. And tell the Fuhrer that he better leaves me the hell alone today.”

She turned and left the room again, Miles still looking all kinds of flustered. He wondered if Miles was aware what a woman wearing your kameez meant, considering how old this tradition was.

“Suhail, I…I…”

He allowed himself to grin.

“My brother, I`m just happy that Ishvala has blessed you so. I will talk to the people searching, telling them that the General is alright. I`ll stay ambiguous?”

Miles nodded, still blushing, still absolutely flustered. Scar went on his merry way, grinning to himself, looking back over his shoulder to see Miles still standing in the doorway, a pale hand pulling softly on his arm. He could not keep himself from calling out.

“And Miles, you`ve got your pants on backwards!”

#long post #LivMiles #Olivier Mira Armstrong #Major Miles #inkuisitivskins #gift-fic

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Gordon Gresley

The grumpy man himself! He will personally bitch-slap ab*sive parents in court. Why? Well for that you have to read on, but it won’t be pretty.

Big fat trigger for: Ab*se!

Gordon Gresley was born on the 4th of April 1950 in Doncaster. His father was a high class lawyer and a well respected member of society. But Gordon and his siblings knew a way different man. He beat his children for the slightest bit of misconduct or what he perceived as it. Gordon often took the blame to protect his younger siblings. Gresley seniors first wife terrorized her twin daughters Polly and Bonnie and due to that when Gordon ran away he often took them with him. Most often he found refuge at his aunts(Henry’s mother) place. She took care of their bruises and other injuries. Gordon despite thinking his cousin was a bit weird liked Henry way more than his own brother Scott. Scott was their father’s favorite and excluded from the harsh punishments. Mr. Gresley remarried two times. Resulting in Gordon having a lot more siblings than most. But there might be even more half-siblings, because Gordon’s father was not a really faithful husband. He pressured Gordon into becoming a lawyer while Scott was allowed to pursue his acting career.

Henry and Gordon ended up in the same college and were roommates. And after graduation realized both needed to work on themselves and went to therapy and promised to never marry. Although for different reasons. Gordon’s father passed away in his 40s and Gordon reluctantly took over the law firm. He had specialized in family right prevent that even more kids go through the same hell like he did. He adopts an Irish Wolfhound from a shelter as a companion and loves the big scruffy dog. He named him Nigel. He’s successful in his career and woman admire him, but he doesn’t want a relationship. His assistant is James who is rather flirty what irritates Gordon to no end.

When he learns that Henry and Charlie plan on marrying he’s furious and feels betrayed. But in the end he realizes how happy his cousin and best friend is. Although when he first met Charlie their conversation was littered with subtle insults.

But the chaos was not over. Shortly after Henry and Charlie adopted their little boy a ten year old brat suddenly was on Gordon’s doorstep. His name Thomas Billington. Gordon not knowing what to deal with a child dragged the kid to Scotland and asked Henry for advice. But that’s another story because there’s more.

One day a woman shows up at Henry’s place while Gordon is there. Her name Viktoria Henschel. She reveals the Gordon is her son. Gordon’s father seduced her in 1949 and for “favors” gave her extra rations. When she ended up pregnant old Gresley concocted a plan which involved bullying Viktoria into giving her the child, taking it to England, force his current wife to play it off as hers and forge the birth certificate. Viktoria as proof has kept the original Berlin one and copies of the letters she tried sending him. And Gordon remembered that his father burned letters from Poland, later Germany. (Viktoria for a few years lived in Poland). He at first was devastated but after a while was happy he’s not related to the woman who terrorized his sisters all those years ago.

Gordon has a strong sense of justice and despite his grumpy exterior is kind and helps out people in need. He despises those who wanna leach off others. For years he was uncertain about his sexuality but thanks to Boris (BoCo) he can embrace being bisexual. And he learns to handle Thomas although he causes Gordon a good amount of extra grey hair.

#ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte gordon #lore #lore dump #grumpy #I‘m so sorry for the dark backstory😭

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Um abraço!

Meu filho mais velho completou 9 anos Arthur Claudio. Rápido como o piscar de olhos tudo mudou e ele veio e me fez evoluir ao máximo de mim. Incrível o poder que tem as crianças em especial quando é seu filho.

Aqui tínhamos acabado de limpar o local onde farei o estúdio.

Daqui seguimos com distanciamento social e saindo de casa 4 vezes no mês, para o reabastecimento do lar. Eu desejo que todos estejam adaptados á nova rotina mundial.

Por aqui ainda tentando me reconectar com este novo momento, confesso que não esta sendo fácil desligar o cérebro dos antigos planos, dos velhos hábitos. Abraçar este novo simples não é a tarefa mais difícil do mundo, mas é a que mais incomoda o psique de um criativo. Continuo aproveitando para conectar os filhos ao modo OFF do mundo, plantamos, carpimos, regamos, e por hora todo dia é uma novidade.

Hoje completamos o post de numero  66 deste tipo, 6 meses direto. Obrigado todo mundo que já visitou, aos novatos e ao que continuam visitando a cada texto.

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E ai qual é a boa:

Preparando o vídeo para o primeiro Episódio de “Construindo a Casa” que vai ao ar no dia 17 de maio.

Serão 25 minutos á cada novo episódio que vai ao ar pelo Youtube. Lá a interação durante toda a construção será mais intensa pois já sabemos lhe dar com a plataforma sem erros.

Vou também contrapor toda a construção em músicas, logo todo o áudio usado durante os episódios será construído aqui onde será o futuro estúdio de produção musical. Legal também é que você vai conseguir entender um pouco sobre a minha construção sonora e já que o tema é construção por que não unir toda a experiência em um único Big Bang

se inscreva no canal para não perder os lançamentos.

E ai é só isto ?

Gravei 6 Sons para entender um pouco as frequências que permeia nosso lar, o legal é que todas elas são incríveis, eu já com partilhei um pouco de tudo que produzi através das redes sociais.

Demoro para mostrar os Sons completos por que eu demoro a bater o martelo e concordar com uma versão final das ideias iniciais, Acabo por consumir a canção para esgotar toda aquela euforia por um novo som, e o que resta após está experiencia, da origem as músicas que eu compartilho com vocês.

Temos muita coisa para ouvir juntos

Para R$ 10 ou mais Link para Download o Cd “O Som das Ruas” pelo meu site. Recebe um link para Download o Cd “O Som das Ruas” pelo meu site É muito importante esse apoio! Você vai receber em formato digital o Cd “O Som das Ruas” para Download antes mesmo do lançamento nas lojas de streaming! Entrega prevista: set/2020

Todos os produtos são impressos sob encomenda.

Todos os produtos são impressos sob encomenda.

Todos os produtos são impressos sob encomenda.

O que estou ouvindo ?

Corro 3 vezes por semana um total de 40 minutos por corrida, ouço muito foofighters durante as corridas.

Prefiro as versões ao vivo da banda tem sempre mais entrega do que nos discos, penso sobre este feeling que o ao vivo tem, e lembro de como eram gravados os discos antigamente. Não podia ter erros e tudo o que era captado estava no presente. Gosto também das bandas que foram formadas em 1970 bandas clássicas como Aerosmith, America, Blackfoot, Cactus, Derek & The Dominos, The Doobie Brothers, Dixie Dregs, Electric Light Orchestra, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Gentle Giant, Kraftwerk, Queen, entre outras. No outro lado da moeda, encerraram suas atividades em 1970 os Beatles, Blind Faith, The Electric Prunes, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Simon & Garfunkel, Taste e Vanilla Fudge, além de outras.

“Gravado na Rua” Ainda é curioso ver as pessoas me marcando quando assistem na TV a série “Buscando Burkers” e com a quarentena mais que triplicou as MSG da galera. Obrigado todo mundo que já assistiu, foi um prazer enorme fazer parte deste momento.

Indicação de Vídeo no Youtube:

” Feeling and sound ” com Elzo Henschell Praça Mauá, Rio de Janeiro – RJ. Em uma das minhas passagens pelo Rio de Janeiro eu gravei este vídeo super legal na praça Mauá.

O DISCO

Aqui  você consegue escolher como participar desta nova etapa da história que agora virou disco. ” Lembrando que coloquei mais uma faixa de premiação por conta deste momento de quarentena e só sabe quem está lendo este texto.

E também disponibilizei um novo vídeo na nossa playlist Videoclipes Confere lá.

Além de tudo ainda analiso a master do disco “O Som das Ruas ” Já mudei a capa 3 vezes no decorrer do processo, eu confesso que gravar um disco é Loucura mas finalizar  é sempre INSANO!!

Droop Reflexivo:

“Age como se a máxima da tua ação fosse para ser transformada, através da tua vontade, em uma lei universal da natureza.“

-Immanuel Kant

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Abraçar este novo simples não é a tarefa mais difícil do mundo, mas é a que mais incomoda o psique de um criativo. Um abraço! Meu filho mais velho completou 9 anos Arthur Claudio. Rápido como o piscar de olhos tudo mudou e ele veio e me fez evoluir ao máximo de mim.

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New top story from Time: Here’s Everything New on Netflix in April 2020—and What’s Leaving

While many movies’ theatrical releases have been postponed because of coronavirus, there’s no lack of great movies and shows to stream on Netflix while practicing social distancing and self-isolation this month.

If you’re looking for a little distraction from the uncertainty in the world right now, the streaming platform has plenty of comedic offerings, including Middleditch & Schwartz, a three-part special starring pals Thomas Middleditch (Silicon Valley) and Ben Schwartz (Parks and Recreation);each segment is an improv performance based on a random audience suggestion, resulting in some seriously zany scenarios. All three segments drop on April 21.

There’s a wide range of films hitting Netflix this month as well, from Alan Yang‘s multi-generational original drama Tigertail, which will premiere on April 10, to critically acclaimed romance The Artist. Notable additions include The Killing of a Sacred Deer, Django Unchained, and Hail, Caesar!

Those looking to get their documentary fix might consider A Secret Love, which tells the real-life, seven-decade queer love story between Terry Donahue, a player for the women’s professional baseball league that was the inspiration for A League of Their Own, and her longtime partner, Pat Henschel. How to Fix a Drug Scandal and Murder to Mercy: The Cyntoia Brown Story are also titles to look for in April.

For anyone who’s using their time in quarantine to flex their skills in the kitchen, take inspiration (and perhaps lessons on what not to do) from the return of beloved baking show Nailed It!, back for its fourth season on April 1. It will be joined by Nadiya’s Time to Eat and Cooking with Cannabis, both Netflix original series, on April 29 and April 20, respectively. And for those who couldn’t get enough of Netflix’s reality dating show, Love Is Blind, released in February, there’s another original (and outrageous) reality dating show, Too Hot to Handle, hitting the streaming service on April 17.

Here’s everything coming to Netflix — and everything leaving — in April 2020.

Here are the Netflix originals coming to Netflix in April 2020

Available April 1

David Batra: Elefanten I Rummet

How to Fix a Drug Scandal

The Iliza Shlesinger Sketch Show

Nailed It!: Season 4

Sunderland ‘Til I Die: Season 2

Available April 3

Coffee & Kareem

La casa de papel: Part 4

Money Heist: The Phenomenon

Spirit Riding Free: Riding Academy

StarBeam

Available April 6

The Big Show Show

Available April 7

TERRACE HOUSE: TOKYO 2019-2020: Part 3

Available April 9

Hi Score Girl: Season 2

Available April 10

Brews Brothers

LA Originals

La vie scolaire

Love Wedding Repeat

The Main Event

Tigertail

Available April 14

Chris D’Elia: No Pain

Available April 15

The Innocence Files

Outer Banks

Available April 16

Fary: Hexagone: Season 2

Fauda: Season 3

Mauricio Meirelles: Levando o Caos

Available April 17

Betonrausch

#blackAF

Earth and Blood (La terre et le sang)

The Last Kids on Earth: Book 2

Legado en los huesos

Sergio

Too Hot to Handle

Available April 20

Cooked with Cannabis

The Midnight Gospel

Available April 21

Middleditch & Schwartz

Available April 22

Absurd Planet

Circus of Books

El silencio del pantano

The Plagues of Breslau

The Willoughbys

Win the Wilderness

Available April 23

The House of Flowers : Season 3

Available April 24

After Life: Season 2

Extraction

Hello Ninja: Season 2

Yours Sincerely, Kanan Gill

Available April 26

The Last Kingdom: Season 4

Available April 27

Never Have I Ever

Available April 29

A Secret Love

Extracurricular

Murder to Mercy: The Cyntoia Brown Story

Nadiya’s Time to Eat

Summertime

Available April 30

Dangerous Lies

Drifting Dragons

The Forest of Love: Deep Cut

Rich in Love (Ricos de Amor)

The Victims’ Game

Here are the TV shows and movies coming to Netflix in April 2020

Available April 2

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll

Available April 4

Angel Has Fallen

Available April 5

The Killing of a Sacred Deer

Available April 11

CODE 8

Available April 16

Despicable Me

Hail, Caesar!

Jem and the Holograms

Available April 18

The Green Hornet

Available April 20

The Vatican Tapes

Available April 21

Bleach: The Assault

Bleach: The Bount

Available April 25

The Artist

Django Unchained

Available April 27

Battle: Los Angeles

Here’s what’s leaving Netflix in April 2020

Leaving April 4

American Odyssey: Season 1

Leaving April 8

Movie 43

Leaving April 15

21 & Over

Leaving April 16

Lost Girl: Season 1-5

Leaving April 17

Big Fat Liar

Leaving April 19

The Longest Yard

Leaving April 24

The Ugly Truth

Leaving April 29

National Treasure

Leaving 4/30/20

A Cinderella Story

A Little Princess

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Blade Runner: The Final Cut

The Craft

Crash

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

The Dirty Dozen

Dirty Harry

Driving Miss Daisy

Friday the 13th

Good Burger

GoodFellas

The Hangover

Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle

Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events

Police Academy

Police Academy 2: Their First Assignment

Police Academy 3: Back in TrainingPolice Academy 4: Citizens on Patrol

Police Academy 5: Assignment: Miami Beach

Police Academy 6: City Under Siege

Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow

Rosemary’s Baby

Rounders

Scream 2

Scream 3

The Shawshank Redemption

Space Jam

Spy Kids

Step Brothers

Strictly Ballroom

The Talented Mr. Ripley

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

True Grit

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