ladysekhmet (ladysekhmet) wrote in fm_alchemist,

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A Drabble for Thee.

Allright, music is the inspiration for many, no? Well, I have been struck down by a bit of a song that, when on repeat with this drabble, works oddly well.

Title: Do What I Must
Person(s): Hohenheim (Ed and Al's father)
Rating: G
Word Count: 206
Info: Inspired by Sarah McLachlan's "Do What You Have to Do." Mostly by the following lines: And I have the sense to recognize that
I don’t know how to let you go

What ever did it mean to walk down the road alone? Before he had always imagined it to mean that you go on without a person by your side, though always he had his children or wife with him before. Now he wandered aimlessly, blonde hair with its brown streaks pulled back into an uncertain ponytail at the base of his neck. The glasses were fogged, the golden eyes struggling to see through them now with exhausted hysteria. How could he manage to keep walking with his dirty brown shoes, his coat shielding his form awkwardly, the white dress shirt and brown slacks wrinkled due to how frantically he pulled them on. At first he had ran, clutching onto his shoulder in panic. Now he stumbled along the muddy road, a mist catching in his beard and mustache. This was no place for him to be in, but the sheer thought of returning home to break her heart once more was enough to make him go on. His beautiful Trisha, his wonderful sons. He wouldn’t see them again. Not now, not after this. There would be no cure for the punishment of his greed. This was his own Sin.

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