Drabble......

Title: Alone
Pairing/Characters:Roy
Rating: G
Warning:Angst - I think that could do with its own warning here
Words: 348
Summary: Roy’s all alone
A.N:I suddenly realised today that I’m going to be spending my 30^th pretty much alone. Mum will be in America visiting friends. I’ll be at work most of the day and because it’s a Tuesday this year my family will all be at work/otherwise occupied as well. And all the other people that I would love to spend the day with don’t live on my little island. So my brain threw this at me. It is unbetaed, literally just finished, and unchecked but I don’t care!

He shut the front door behind him, turned on the light and dropped his bag on the floor. He hung up his heavy woollen coat, undid and slipped off his boots and walked into the kitchen. The house was dark and cold and felt unlived in, it always felt like this when Ed was away on a diplomatic mission. Ed brought the warmth to the building, without him nothing was warm or happy but Roy understood that it was not forever, the short blond would be back in a week and then the house would feel far too small, best to enjoy his freedom till then.

He sighed at the thought of another week alone as he pulled a box of cereal from one cupboard and a bottle of whiskey from another. This was what he classed as food when Ed was away. Of course it didn’t help that there was pretty much nothing else in the house to eat. He checked the fridge for milk but what little there was didn’t exactly look like milk anymore so he dropped the bottle in the sink instead.

He grabbed a glass and a bowl and sat at the table. Pouring some whiskey into the glass and some flakes into the bowl he began eating the dry food with his hands before taking a good long swig from the glass. He cringed as the first notes of burning started at the back of his throat but quickly subsided, he was used to it but the first mouthful was always the same. He drained the glass before refilling it, all the while eating the dry flakes of cereal and wishing that it was one of Ed’s home cooked meals.

He sighed again, blew on the glass as if it was a candle and, before taking another swig, spoke quietly to himself and the silent building around him.

“Happy birthday Roy, happy birthday.”

He downed the glass in one go as a single tear slipped down his cheek to fall into the dry flakes, forgotten on the table in front of him.

Drabble......

Title: Alone
Pairing/Characters:Roy
Rating: G
Warning:Angst - I think that could do with its own warning here
Words: 348
Summary: Roy’s all alone
A.N:I suddenly realised today that I’m going to be spending my 30^th pretty much alone. Mum will be in America visiting friends. I’ll be at work most of the day and because it’s a Tuesday this year my family will all be at work/otherwise occupied as well. And all the other people that I would love to spend the day with don’t live on my little island. So my brain threw this at me. It is unbetaed, literally just finished, and unchecked but I don’t care!

He shut the front door behind him, turned on the light and dropped his bag on the floor. He hung up his heavy woollen coat, undid and slipped off his boots and walked into the kitchen. The house was dark and cold and felt unlived in, it always felt like this when Ed was away on a diplomatic mission. Ed brought the warmth to the building, without him nothing was warm or happy but Roy understood that it was not forever, the short blond would be back in a week and then the house would feel far too small, best to enjoy his freedom till then.

He sighed at the thought of another week alone as he pulled a box of cereal from one cupboard and a bottle of whiskey from another. This was what he classed as food when Ed was away. Of course it didn’t help that there was pretty much nothing else in the house to eat. He checked the fridge for milk but what little there was didn’t exactly look like milk anymore so he dropped the bottle in the sink instead.

He grabbed a glass and a bowl and sat at the table. Pouring some whiskey into the glass and some flakes into the bowl he began eating the dry food with his hands before taking a good long swig from the glass. He cringed as the first notes of burning started at the back of his throat but quickly subsided, he was used to it but the first mouthful was always the same. He drained the glass before refilling it, all the while eating the dry flakes of cereal and wishing that it was one of Ed’s home cooked meals.

He sighed again, blew on the glass as if it was a candle and, before taking another swig, spoke quietly to himself and the silent building around him.

“Happy birthday Roy, happy birthday.”

He downed the glass in one go as a single tear slipped down his cheek to fall into the dry flakes, forgotten on the table in front of him.

Another Drabble

Title: The moment
Pairing/Characters:Scar/Ed >.>
Rating: PG-13 ???
Warning:I actually can’t think of any…
Words: 401
Summary: Scar reflects on the ‘moments’ in life
A.N:I wrote this for NaNo and never got it posted but after the fic I just posted I have been told it needs offsetting so have something not quite angst…ish :P

　

When had this happened? When had they gone from sworn enemies to this? He wasn't sure he would ever be able to figure it out. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. He was happy enough just living in the moment. There had been no future for him at one point, no thoughts beyond what he knew he needed to do. To have something that could possibly become a future together with someone was not something he wanted to think about.

No, the moment was fine, the moment was all he needed. If he could just have this one peaceful moment alone with this man that was once an enemy and was now…something else he would be happy and a moment of happiness was all he really deserved.

He looked back at the man sleeping in the bed. He had once seen him as a boy, still one he would kill, but a boy nonetheless. Now, as his golden hair fell softly across the pillow and his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm he could never think of killing him again. Not even if Ishbala asked him to.

The young blond stirred, moving his hand over the place next to him that should have held a body. He slowly opened his eyes and looked blearily towards the window, he knew that’s where he would be standing, it always was, as he looked out over the rebuilding of his homeland.

“Come back to bed, it’s getting cold.”

“It’s the desert, it’s never cold.”

“It is with automail.”

He could not deny that, he hadn't known until recently that the young blond tended to be colder than other people because of the metal limbs he had. It had never occurred to him that it would cause such a big difference.

He walked back to the bed, shuffling into place and as soon as he was still a smaller body moved up next to him throwing an automail arm over his chest as if to hold him there lest he should escape again.

Scar looked down at Ed snuggled close to him, still baffled by the fact that they were here together but not really wanting to question it anymore. It was a moment of happiness and if it was the only one he got, the only one he deserved, then it would be enough.

This one moment would stay with him forever.

Another Drabble

Title: The moment
Pairing/Characters:Scar/Ed >.>
Rating: PG-13 ???
Warning:I actually can’t think of any…
Words: 401
Summary: Scar reflects on the ‘moments’ in life
A.N:I wrote this for NaNo and never got it posted but after the fic I just posted I have been told it needs offsetting so have something not quite angst…ish :P

　

When had this happened? When had they gone from sworn enemies to this? He wasn't sure he would ever be able to figure it out. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. He was happy enough just living in the moment. There had been no future for him at one point, no thoughts beyond what he knew he needed to do. To have something that could possibly become a future together with someone was not something he wanted to think about.

No, the moment was fine, the moment was all he needed. If he could just have this one peaceful moment alone with this man that was once an enemy and was now…something else he would be happy and a moment of happiness was all he really deserved.

He looked back at the man sleeping in the bed. He had once seen him as a boy, still one he would kill, but a boy nonetheless. Now, as his golden hair fell softly across the pillow and his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm he could never think of killing him again. Not even if Ishbala asked him to.

The young blond stirred, moving his hand over the place next to him that should have held a body. He slowly opened his eyes and looked blearily towards the window, he knew that’s where he would be standing, it always was, as he looked out over the rebuilding of his homeland.

“Come back to bed, it’s getting cold.”

“It’s the desert, it’s never cold.”

“It is with automail.”

He could not deny that, he hadn't known until recently that the young blond tended to be colder than other people because of the metal limbs he had. It had never occurred to him that it would cause such a big difference.

He walked back to the bed, shuffling into place and as soon as he was still a smaller body moved up next to him throwing an automail arm over his chest as if to hold him there lest he should escape again.

Scar looked down at Ed snuggled close to him, still baffled by the fact that they were here together but not really wanting to question it anymore. It was a moment of happiness and if it was the only one he got, the only one he deserved, then it would be enough.

This one moment would stay with him forever.