Word Count: 243
Disclaimer: FMA won't be as awesome if it were mine. XP
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Time line/Spoilers: Ishbal war; no spoilers
Summary: (Drabble-ish) "Easier said than done" -- regardless, promises are made at the war front.
Author’s note: After lurking for half a year, I'm finally a member of this comm ;A; So I wanted to give you guys something for my first post~~ I hope you enjoy!! :D
Roy looked up to see who tapped him at the back. Sighing at the sight of him, he looked back down.
"This is a job, remember? You're a major for this," said Hughes.
"A job? Some damned job this is, if that's what you call it," Roy replied, sliding his hood over himself. "How do you expect to not see me like this?"
"I know, I know. The hardest part comes when responsibility and burden combine. Now wipe that worn-out look off your face and let's go."
"Easier said than done," Roy replied. "A soldier's face always reflects the war front." His eyes scanned the tent's cloth roof. Sunlight seeped in from tiny bullet holes. It's like his gaze went past it.
"What does the sky look like?" he asked.
What but a sigh followed. "Well, what can I say? Ain't sunny, ain't rainy... Seein' no clouds up around either." Hughes paused.
"But you don't talk about no sky when you're inside the smoke."
"Heh," replied Roy. "Just wondering. I guess I haven't seen it in a while now."
"Well, at least that's what my sky looks like." Hughes laughed. "And how 'bout yours, major?"
"Trust me, it's not worth the question."
Roy stood himself up, gloving his hands with his weapons. "I've figured. I'll never raise my head up in my pride unless I've done a deed."
Hughes chuckled, leading the way out of the tent.
"That might have to wait."