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04 October 2012 @ 12:18 am
Drabble tree !  

(Rules adapted from muir_wolf)
How this works: below is a drabble. To participate, reply to this post with another drabble (or small ficclet, we won't count the words) containing a sentence or phrase from the original. Please leave the words you took on the first line, as well as the characters/pairing/rating/tw. The next person continues the trend, taking a sentence or phrase from any of the existing drabbles and creating their own.
You can draw from any drabble as many times as you want. It's okay to change the tense or the POV of the bit you've taken if you need to for it to make sense !
The tree will be up till the end of Sunday - once it's close, you can comment all the way you want (the tree would be a bit difficult to read with comments in the middle of it)

Starter drabble (Winry, G)

The only constant about those birthdays is that neither of them is here.
Last year, they were both in Central and today - Alphonse is with Mei so she doesn’t have to worry at all, especially when she received a long letter from them. As for Ed, he’s somewhere in the West, that’s for sure - but she’s used not to have any news from him and, to be fair, the contrary would be quite scary.
She doesn’t mind - worrying about them at this point would be ridiculous. With so many patients to take care of, it would be a full time job she just couldn’t afford. But she allows herself an hour to climb the familiar hill and leave flowers among the remains of a burnt house being slowly reclaimed by grass.

Barking at the wind: FMA Ed-Win FMA B Loveevil_little_dog on October 3rd, 2012 11:54 pm (UTC)
Edward, Teen

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Normally, Ed didn't remember days; calendars were for people who stayed in one place, damn it, but today was important, and he'd vowed to himself to grow up, and not put aside things like this. He couldn't just keep living in the now, and not think that there were people who wanted to know he was okay. Not to mention, that he was thinking about them.

The call box felt hot and stuffy, and Edward tried again to understand the Western accent from the operator. "Ris. Em. Bool." He repeated slowly. "Pinako Rockbell." He twined the wire around his finger, glaring at the stupid telephone dangling above his head. Knowing that the only constant about those birthdays is that neither of them are there with her - well, he had to do something to change it, in some little way.

Another promise to her, as if he was going to keep coun -

"Rockbell Automail." Pinako's voice never sounded so good, and a stupid smile brightened Ed's face.

"Granny. Let me talk to Winry."

It wasn't the same as being there, but it was better than nothing.
gaia_lulia: bloodgaia_lulia on October 4th, 2012 12:28 am (UTC)
Doctor Knox, G.

He couldn't just keep living in the now

Later, he found himself staring at dirty coffee cups in the sink, his hands shaking.

Nothing bad had happened. They'd stayed, and talked, and even if it was a little awkward, nothing bad had happened. Robert had given him a phone number and told him that he'd be in Central for a while. Judith hadn't said much- but she had mostly looked sad and a bit wistful.

He couldn't just keep living in the now, afraid to look back for fear that he'd see nothing but the eyes of the dead staring at him. Afraid to look forward, because what kind of future did a creature like him deserve?

He gripped the sink, his knuckles turning white.

Hope, that was what this feeling was. It felt like pins and needles in his heart.
Barking at the wind: FMA Hughes-Mustang Kiss me you foolevil_little_dog on October 4th, 2012 01:24 am (UTC)
Roy, K+

He gripped the sink, his knuckles turning white.

The words struck like a blow, and Roy had to swallow them down, and try to keep his composure in front of the others. Not his men, he could’ve reacted in front of them, but not before Grumman’s staff. He had to remain stoic, and in control, and not let that façade slip, because.

Because men didn’t cry.

Roy stared at himself in the mirror of the men’s room. He gripped the sink, his knuckles turning white. “Control,” he reminded himself. “Stay in control.”

He couldn’t let go now. Later, maybe, he could have a drink, or a bottle, and consider what had happened to his best friend. That he’d been on the telephone with him while he died. But now, right now, he had to put on his best poker face, and turn it on the world outside.

Inside, though, he knew a part of his heart was dying.
Bay Alexison: This is getting too mainstream in herebay115 on October 4th, 2012 02:08 am (UTC)
Roy, G
But now, right now, he had to put on his best poker face, and turn it on the world outside.

The last few days had been long ones for Roy. His subordinates snatched away from him, he found it hard to concentrate on his work sometimes. There was always that constant worry of Fuery and Breda dying on the battlefield somewhere, of Falman unable to adapt his new surroundings at Briggs, of Hawkeye still being watched by Fuhrer Bradley.

Roy was certain the Fuhrer knew he felt damaged inside, like a thousand fallen pieces. There were times he wanted to punch the wall and curse Bradley's name in public. But now, right now, he had to put on his best poker face, and turn it on the world outside.

The Promise Day looming ahead, he would make sure to not be checkmated yet.

Edited at 2012-10-04 02:09 am (UTC)
cornerofmadness: chriscornerofmadness on October 4th, 2012 03:14 am (UTC)
Chris Mustang, teen
men didn’t cry

Men didn’t cry. Chris had never taught her nephew that but society had. She saw the tears standing in his eyes, unshed as they parted ways below the city. She felt a little like crying herself. Years of work and worry had just been blown sky high. Her heart pounded, excited somehow and yet a little sick.

She promised him that she and the girls would leave the city. The girls would go. Hell, she’d go to, but not out of the country like she promised. There was more she could do. She had contacts even her nephew didn’t know. Chris couldn’t leave Roy to fight this battle on his own. Let him think she was somewhere safe. In the meantime, she’d lend a hand behind the scenes.

Still, the naked worry on his face, hit her deep. This might be the last time she ever saw the boy she thought of as a son. Chris steeled her jaw. That wouldn’t happen. This would not be the end, not if she had anything to say about it.
remaintobreathe: crrryremaintobreathe on October 4th, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
he found himself staring at dirty coffee cups in the sink
Roy (G) (In honor of 'never forget')

Roy was a master of social events, he had always been able to flit easily back and forth between the higher-up's tables at proper intervals and make himself known, drop a tasteful (or not-so-tasteful depending on the company) joke and garner a giggle and occasional sultry look from a general's wife. But this was hard for him, small gatherings with acquaintances and even close friends, when things were somber, the silence weighed on him and the jokes died an early death on his tongue. Gracia had left early and he found himself staring at dirty coffee cups in the sink, thinking of the things he should have said and didn't.

Somehow when this anniversary came around Roy's charm dissipated along with his good humor. If there was one day he would never forget it would be the day he lost his best friend.
Suzume: Grandiloquenceseta_suzume on October 3rd, 2012 11:58 pm (UTC)
worrying about them at this point would be ridiculous, Kimblee, PG (Err, how about a ficlet to start? A drabble felt too short)

The mountains spread apart to reveal the solid force of Fort Briggs. Kimblee appraised General Crescendev's expression. His eyes were locked on the prize before him. He could probably already picture himself not only touring the fortification that had frustrated both his government and him personally for years, but later forcing Major General Armstrong to her knees when she returned to try and reclaim the fortress (although Kimblee knew that woman would sooner be dead than allow such a thing to happen).

Kimblee looked around, taking in the determined Drachman troops marching through the drifts, loaded down with heavy artillery, the snow-laden peaks surrounding the pass, and the impregnable barrier before them. His breath slipped away in foggy wisps as he indulged himself with a soft chuckle. While he was not always so keen on being surprised himself, setting other people up for unexpected situations was another thing entirely.

There was something beautiful about this vast expanse of white that would soon be stained and something serene about these moments before the battle. Silent as it appeared from the outside, Kimblee knew firsthand that within Fort Briggs whirred like clockwork with constant vigilance. He had left some interesting people behind in there, but worrying about them at this point would be ridiculous.

After all, they were hardly helpless. If they were worthy of surviving in this world, they would make it through the imminently approaching attack.

He had infinitely more faith in Major Miles than any of the Drachmani commanders.
gaia_lulia: ancelyngaia_lulia on October 4th, 2012 12:43 am (UTC)
Alex Louis Armstrong, G.

If they were worthy of surviving in this world

Alex smoothed his lock of hair in the mirror, and then checked the trim of his mustache. He had to look his best; everyone would be there.

It didn't happen often anymore. It took Catherine's wedding to pull them back together. The last time had been Papa's funeral. Olivier was the head of the family now, and it was clear that she couldn't care less about getting the family together. Strongine and Amue- still inseparable- lived in the South with Amue's husband. Alex had been in the West, working on building irrigation systems. And Olivier was as busy as ever with her own affairs.

Alex wondered, with a spasm of guilt, whether this generation would be the end of the Armstrong family. There didn't seem to be much room in Amestris' brave new democracy for the old noble families, anyway.

"Alex?" Catherine's voice called. "They're about to start the wedding march!"

"Coming, dear sister!" he said, turning to go.

He checked himself one last time. If they were worthy of surviving in this world, the Armstrongs would surely carry on.
Barking at the wind: Puppy Walk Me Nowevil_little_dog on October 4th, 2012 12:49 am (UTC)
Al/Ling, K+

The air in the mountains tasted different than the air below. Beside Alphonse, Ling inhaled deeply, his chest expanding. “Do you see, Al? How wonderful it is here?”

His breath slipped away in foggy wisps as he indulged himself with a soft chuckle. “You say that about everywhere in Xing.” He tacked on a, “Your Excellency,” making Ling laugh.

“But everywhere is wonderful, is it not?” Ling spread his hands, indicating not just the peaks rising around them, but the kingdom spread out so far below. Turning to Alphonse, he grinned, and something familiar and warm ignited in Alphonse’s stomach.

Catching hold of Ling’s hand, he pulled him closer, so their breaths mingled together. “Yes,” he said, and gave Ling a kiss, “everything is.”
remaintobreathe: Heiderichremaintobreathe on October 4th, 2012 02:33 am (UTC)
his breath slipped away in foggy wisps

Alfons H., Edward (G)

"Hey, are you okay?" A heavily accented voice asked from behind him as his breath slipped away in foggy wisps as he tried to pull in a breath large enough to re-inflate his lungs. After a few moments of uncertainty, Alfons managed to get his breathing under control and turned towards the voice with a smile.

"I'm f-.." the reassurance was cut off when he noted the shocked look on the face of the young man before him. "I...uh, are you okay?" He asked a little worriedly.


Alfons presumed this boy was another student, but he still couldn't conjure up a reason why he might know his name, nor why it seemed to cause him such distress. Whatever the case Alfons remembered his manners and held his hand out politely. "Yes, Alfons Heiderich."

He watched as the man seemed to regain his composure. He let out a hefty breath that sent yellow bangs fluttering in their wake and though the confusion didn't quite leave his oddly yellow coloured eyes he returned Alfons' greeting, with just a hint of a smile, "I'm Edward, Edward Elric."

Edited at 2012-10-04 02:34 am (UTC)
Barking at the wind: Puppy Walk Me Nowevil_little_dog on October 4th, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
OC, Ed, Winry, K+
I'm Edward, Edward Elric.

He could hardly wait to see her again. The prettiest woman in Rush Valley, and he’d managed to get her to be his mechanic. Those blue eyes; her soft skin; the way she’d tie her coveralls around her waist to show off her body – oh, she was just gorgeous. And she always had a smile for everyone, and was so kind.

Ray adjusted his collar, coughed softly into his hand to smell his breath. It seemed okay. He checked his reflection in a glass window, smoothing his hair back, but that stupid cowlick just fell down over his eyebrow again. With a sigh, he started walking toward her shop. As he reached the opening into the machine room, Ray plastered a smile on his face. “Miss Rockbell!” he called, “I’m here for my appointment!”

She glanced up from where she was at her patient’s chair, a blond guy stretched over it, the grill to his leg opened up for her inspection of its interior. A pair of magnifying glasses made her eyes look huge and strange when she blinked a couple of times. “Oh, Ray. You’re early, aren’t you?” Turning her head, Winry looked toward the wall, and the clock on it, pushing the goggles down to dangle at her throat like a strange necklace.

The blond man stretched his flesh leg. “I can wait,” he said, “if you’ve got an appointment.”

“Yeah, it’s not like you’re going anywhere for a few days.” Winry slapped the grill closed, screwing it down. “And you know where everything is.”

“I could order some dinner?” he offered. “Or would you rather go out? Or maybe,” leaning closer, he moved a strand of her hair out of the way to whisper in her ear.

Ray all but vibrated at that improper touch, but it made Winry smile and her cheeks pink up. “Yeah,” she said, “that’d be nice.” Then she gave him a shove. “Get out of here. I have work to do.”

Grinning, the blond got off the chair. “Hey,” he said, “you’re new, right? I’m Edward, Edward Elric.” He offered his hand to Ray. “Winry’s betrothed.”
gaia_lulia: suitsgaia_lulia on October 4th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC)
Pinako, G

a burnt house being slowly reclaimed by grass

Pinako passed by the Elric place exactly twice a week, since that was when she went to Judy Singer's place to trade eggs for milk. She remembered when it was a pile of charcoal still smoking. Those idiot kids. Ed'd set the place on fire, but it'd been Pinako who came back to make sure that he didn't light Nedobeck's back acre on fire while he was at it. Pinako'd kept an eye on the damn thing for days after Ed and Al had waved goodbye, riding a train into the distance. Then she'd watched, twice a week, as it stopped smoking and the worst of the ash and soot washed away. Twice a week, she noticed the way the green came creeping towards the ruins. These days, it was just an old burnt house being slowly reclaimed by grass.

She wondered how overgrown the damn thing would get before the Elric boys came back home at last.
Suzume: Nowhere to rest his headseta_suzume on October 4th, 2012 02:18 am (UTC)
riding a train into the distance, Scar, G

The span of near-empty land between Amestris' nearest city and Ishval proper had never been much to the birds that traveled back and forth between them and it wasn't so far for people anymore either. He could purchase a ticket at the newly inaugurated station on the outskirts of the rebuilt Hestar District and be riding a train into the distance before three hours were up within daylight hours. And the work on the line to Xing, far further away, was continuing at a decent rate for the difficult conditions that hindered the work.

Scar had hope that the nation was opening for the better.
sofipitch: win2sofipitch on October 4th, 2012 01:50 am (UTC)
Winry (Envy/Winry), G (In my mind Envy/Winry is what happened, but it can honestly almost be whatever you want)
she’s used not to have any news from him and, to be fair, the contrary would be quite scary.

She would never know why, but days even weeks, before he was due to show up, she always has this certain feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her he was coming. It was like she knew that something good was going to happen but she wasn’t sure just what that good thing was. She’s used not to have any news from him and, to be fair, the contrary would be quite scary. He never alerts her beforehand that he’s coming (A trait that reminds her too much of Ed, which drives her crazy since she is constantly worrying over the idea of the two accidentally appearing at her doorstep at the same time.) nor does he have any particular pattern that alerts her when his visits are to be expected.

Maybe it’s the fact that the air suddenly feels a little colder--which is great relief living in Rush Valley--or that the detail of the world around her became so much more predominant than before, but she could never pinpoint why she knew he was coming. In the end, all that she would ever end up knowing, was that he was there with her once again. And to some extent, she knew that was enough.

Edited at 2012-10-04 01:50 am (UTC)