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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.

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)