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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.

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.”