Catarina (catdevigri) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2011-04-05 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2011 eight characters challenge, author: catdevigri, crossover: fma/miss don't touch me, pairing: blanche/kimblee |
Sharing Heartbreak (Fullmetal Alchemist/Miss Don't Touch Me, Blanche & Kimblee)
Title: Sharing Heartbreak
Author: catdevigri
Fandom: crossover - Fullmetal Alchemist & Miss Don't Touch Me
Pairing/characters: Solf J. Kimblee & Blanche
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for both volumes of Miss Don't Touch Me currently in English
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Blanche and Kimblee both have scars
Author's comment: "Miss Don't Touch Me" is a French comic by the team of Hubert & Kerascoet. I recommend it!
Blanche hadn't planned on going out with any of her customers again. Not after what had happened with Antoine. She was still hurting over that. It felt like everyone she loved- her sister, Agatha, Antoine- just slipped through her fingers. None of the bodily harm she had endured during her difficult time thus far at the Pompadour could compare to it. Sometimes she thought that if it weren't for Miss Jo's companionship, she would simply go insane.
And then Mr. Kimblee had started showing up. He was an odd one, Blanche could tell that much, but at this point, she had to appreciate spending someone she didn't have many expectations for. She wasn't about to go falling head over heels for him, charming and chivalrous as he was. He called one afternoon and asked if she was busy. "I'm bored," he admitted, "Do you want to go out with me?"
It was funny. He really did sound bored. It wasn't as if Blanche was doing anything important anyway, so she broke her self-imposed exile and went out with him for coffee. She promptly began to compare him to Antoine. He was older, physically not so much her type, and not of the class that attracted the public eye. Also, he actually did something when he visited the Pompadour, so he couldn't be like Antoine in matters of attraction either. ...Why did that seem reassuring? She would not fall for Mr. Kimblee. She did not want to fall for him. ...Was it strange that someone who really did patronize her didn't mind being seen with her in public?
"You've been very quiet," Kimblee spoke up, "And you've only just picked at your piece of cake." He frowned, his long mouth drawn into a tight line across his face. Blanche thought this might be the first time she had seen him frown. It cast a somber air across his already serious features. "Did you not really want to come? I'm sorry if you felt pressured. If you'd like I can take you back home right now."
"No, no," Blanche shook her head, feeling her wig slide slightly back and forth underneath her cloche hat, "I'm fine. I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you feel poorly or be concerned for me. It's just..." She paused, not sure the story about Antoine was really one she wanted to be repeating. "...I'm still rather shaken up over a broken engagement."
Kimblee's expression shifted. He raised a curious eyebrow. "I can't imagine why any man would propose to you and then break it off. You're attractive, interesting, and talented." Blanche blushed a little when he said "talented." Did he really have to bring that up?
"Well, he didn't truly love me," she admitted, "It was a very complicated situation."
"How unfortunate."
But enough about her. A thought occurred to Blanche, "Mr. Kimblee," she smiled, "Surely you haven't gone your entire life without having your heart broken by someone."
"Never," he declared, the single word neatly emphasized as he set down his coffee cup. "I've broken many hearts, but mine is definitively in one piece."
"I don't believe you. Maybe, I could imagine, maybe it wasn't romantic. Maybe a woman never broke your heart. But what about someone else letting you down? A parent, a sibling, a friend? Everyone has scars."
"Fine," he said. "I have scars, and they weren't given to me by any women."
Blanche pouted. It seemed like he was giving in just because he didn't think she would leave him alone about it if he didn't. Anyway, if he wanted to hear about any of the heartbreak in her past- if they were going to be friends- he was going to have to share some of his story. "...And?" she prompted him.
"And," Kimblee flipped open his pocket watch and gave a long, thoughtful glance to the time, "That is a story for another time."