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04 October 2012 @ 12:18 am
Drabble tree !  
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(Rules adapted from muir_wolf)
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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.



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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.