Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

20.: White Strings

It was a miracle, truly, that he had survived. But it just proved to you, like so many times before, that he was just a persistant person. Not giving up easily.

Maybe, it was fate too. It had to be somehow, because everything that had happened seemed so surreal to you. The strings of fate must have been connected in strange ways, for you had crossed Kimblee's path again and again, in this huge world.

"How do you feel today?", you asked as you were placing the towel that had laid on Kimblee's forehead in a bowl of cold water. The fever was going down.

"Like shit."

This answer was just so unlike him, that you just had to laugh. But at least he was honest.

"Please sit up."

He did, and you started loosening the bandages. A long silence hung in the air, only disturbed by a wince of pain every now and then, while you carefully took off the fabric to have a look at the wounds.

Then, you finally decided to voice the question that had been lingering in your mind for quite some time now.

"Don't you want to ask me why I saved you?"

To be honest, you had expected him to ask. Because even you had asked yourself that question, at least before you had realized the reason.

"No", he answered simply, watching you intensly as you tended to his wounds.

"Why not?", you questioned his answer.

"I heard what you said."

You had just begun to wrap new bandages around his neck, but stopped in your tracks.

"What did I say?", you asked warily, since you already had an assumption, which you begged not to be true.

"That you love me."

Of course it was true. How he had heard that was a mistery to you, since he had surely been unconscious.

"You were awake?", you asked, your voice slightly hitching in embarrassement. Kimblee noticed this, along with your blush, and smiled at you.

"I wasn't. Actually, that was just a guess." He flashed his mischievous grin at you, the one you were already used to. "But a good one, it seems, since you just confirmed it."

If possible, your blush increased even more. Of course you had fallen into his trap. Unable to come up with an answer,you just huffed quietly. Kimblee continued.

"Foolish little girl. I don't know what someone like you could see in someone like me. But I'm not complaining. It saved my life after all."

"I am foolish", you agreed. "But I am not a little girl. I know exactly what I'm doing, I just might not now why."

Kimblee chuckled. "That might be true."

"So, what about you?", you dared to ask the question, but regretted it immediately. If he didn't tell you how he felt about you, it might be better to remain unsaid, to not hurt you.

Your gaze crossed his, which you had avoided the last moments. But now, he had caught you, and you couldn't look away. Maybe he didn't even realize what your question was implying.

"What I feel for you? My, my, that you even dare to ask such a question."

Of course he did.

Again, you didn't answer, instead, you frantically thought of a way to change the topic.

"What are you going to do now?", you asked. "You have no place left in this world. If you're found, you'll be executed."

"And what about you, hiding me?", Kimblee directed the question back at you. You let out a chuckle, telling him that you would be fine somehow.

Again, he just smiled at you, then finally answered.

"You're right. I should be dead."

"But you're not", you said, gesturing to his very much alive body. You had made sure of it, after all.

"Still, you're right. I have no place left in this world", he answered, and you understood what he was implying. That maybe, he should have just died.

"Me neither", you said. Just like him, you had nothing left.

Kimblee had never answered your question about his feelings for you. But with what he said next, he didn't need to.

"Let's leave Amestris."

You had finished patching him up and sat down in front of him, just observing him, encouraging him to go on.

"Let's go away", he continued. "Together."

And you realized that your dream, from the beginning on, had always been the same.

To be happy.

And that now, finally, it seemed like you were reaching it.

This dream, realized by the white strings of fate connecting you and Kimblee, which were sometimes torn, sometimes tainted by blood, but in the end still strong enough.

You could see it.

Dreams were really made from White Strings.