#revels in causing discomfort. this fuckin freak?? hahaha that scene with the ''bomb'' watch like Panik.jpg

[canisfuria]

{ ♙ } someone’s cup of tea || Accepting || @creepiitus​​​​ { ♙ }

         [ Kain is as uncomfortable as he is transfixed. It has to be alchemy, right? Blooming tea is what Kimblee had called it- ‘A bouquet that blossoms when the water’s too hot to bear’. Hooked by curiosity and ensnared with a look, Kimblee refuses to let the sergeant leave without a cup. Unfortunately, the tea isn’t steeped until it blooms. And until it blooms, the Lotus recommends they observe its performance in awed silence. His words.

          Having been hushed enough times, Kain relents to swallow whatever questions linger on his tongue, and watch this... thing. This pitcher-bound flower, wasting his time- Kain wants out. Not that it isn’t fascinating, the sergeant’s never seen such a delicate display. Is this avant-garde? But in their tense silence, punctuated only by Kimblee’s ticking, office clock... that unfurling ball of flora seems less innocent by the second. And Kain watches.

            Slowly, the leaves push outward, releasing bubbles without a sound. Something about it so alien. The water changes color, a sickly, roiling yellow hue that stains everything around it. And as the soggy mass begins its descent, its final act unveils: one singular, puffy stem, reaching like a ladder to the surface. At its tip, the bloated globe of amaranth expands in slow motion, rising higher as the plant sinks. To his own surprise, Kain compares the unfolding silhouette to that of a mushroom cloud. It’s then that his gaze catches a predator’s, and Kain realizes he’s made eye contact with the alchemist through the glass. This is weird. Unsettling. WEIRDLY unsettling. And, it’s too damn quiet; he stands up quickly, face feeling warm. ]

    ❝ I think it’s done. ❞

          [ Whatever liminal space this strange tea had created shatters with Solf’s polite smile. As the taller pours their cups, Kain brings it in for a sip, only to nearly choke in surprise; it’s so floral ! But in the most mundane of ways: jasmine tea. That’s what he’d waited for? Blinking from his cup, down to the pitcher, and back up at Kimblee, he watches in confusion as the other savors every drop. ]

#creepiitus #( v; || the chess board. ) #(( i'mma be honest i rewatched a few (kimblee!) eps of FMA the other day again... and i always forget how he just #revels in causing discomfort. this fuckin freak?? hahaha that scene with the ''bomb'' watch like Panik.jpg #ANYWAYS about the tea: #didn't want the Kimblee Tea to be complex in flavor. doesn't need to be. i feel like solf is more about the ceremony/performance of tea arts #appreciating the tea for what it is at its core: a leaf. a flower. perfected by the process of turning it into its purpose-- a /tea/. #never oversteeped in fear of tarnishing its quality. just a pure.... subtle... humble lil infusion. #and JASMINE tea- this extremely sensitive flavor profile- i used to hear it described as delicate; graceful; modest- adjective i feel* #*like kimblee would use to describe himself ( even if literally no one else would EVER lololol ) #but yeah like the blooms being purely ornamental holding no value beyond their aesthetic quality not even enough flavor to influence the tea #and just looking freaky as FUCK........ it's a Metaphor. bc kimblee's a freak or smth ;) #idk spent too long typing all this just know that solf does [insert anything here] and kain just reels in macabre fascination ))