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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.

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.