Drabble Post - Promise (FMA)
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kristenskAnd, sliding in at the wire again, here's my annual October 3rd drabble for "Fullmetal Alchemist". This one is set post-series. It doesn't make any specific continuity references, but is probably mangaverse unless you subscribe to Ed and Al finding their way home post-CoS.
Promise
Dry, orange leaves crackled underfoot as they walked down the lane from the Rockbell house. A complement to the brisk air carrying the tang of woodsmoke. Along with more delicate wafts of apple cinnamon escaping the picnic basket hanging from Winry's arm.
“Just one little taste. Please?” Ed wheedled, sneaking a hand toward the basket.
Winry slapped it. “No, this is for everyone.”
“But, Winry, we’re hungry.” Al grinned as he feinted a grab from her other side.
“Honestly, you two!”
She was smiling too. Because she didn’t mind. Not really. They were home and whole yet again.
They had come in on the first train of the day, just in time for Resembool’s annual harvest dinner and dance. They were always here and gone, pursuing this or that research. And, always back by the first of October.
It was like a promise. One Winry treasured anew every year.
Promise
Dry, orange leaves crackled underfoot as they walked down the lane from the Rockbell house. A complement to the brisk air carrying the tang of woodsmoke. Along with more delicate wafts of apple cinnamon escaping the picnic basket hanging from Winry's arm.
“Just one little taste. Please?” Ed wheedled, sneaking a hand toward the basket.
Winry slapped it. “No, this is for everyone.”
“But, Winry, we’re hungry.” Al grinned as he feinted a grab from her other side.
“Honestly, you two!”
She was smiling too. Because she didn’t mind. Not really. They were home and whole yet again.
They had come in on the first train of the day, just in time for Resembool’s annual harvest dinner and dance. They were always here and gone, pursuing this or that research. And, always back by the first of October.
It was like a promise. One Winry treasured anew every year.
