FMA: Alphabet Drabbles: Spector
Title: Spector
Rating: K
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: He only misses her a little.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by the_gakushi, with the prompt "eerieness". Implied 108 spoilers? Technically? And this ended up fluffier than what I was originally envisioning, and what the prompt was calling for, but hopefully you all will like it anyway.
eerie
-adjective
1. uncanny, so as to inspire superstitious fear
He doesn’t miss her.
That’s what Ed tries to tell himself initially, during his first night or two on the road. Swiftly, he amends that to he only misses her a little.
During the day it’s not so bad, when he’s busy talking to people and researching and keeping his journey in motion. At night though, he practically craves her. He’s spent two years learning her the same way he’s now focusing on western alchemy; it only makes sense to him that he would be used to her presence, would be missing her in a way wholly different than he’s ever felt before.
It takes a few months, but he thinks he’s getting used to this ache in his chest - until he starts to see her everywhere. It’s a flash of blond hair in a crowd, wide blue eyes in the conductor’s face on a train, or the pealing laugh in the general store as he's picking up groceries. She’s everywhere, and it’s almost enough to make him worry about his own mental state until he gets a brilliant idea.
The phone rings several times before she picks up, but once she does Ed can’t help the feeling of relief at hearing her voice anywhere but in his own head for the first time in months. “Rockbell Automail.”
“Hi, uh,” Ed leans back against the wall of the phone booth, trying not to sound too gleeful at the prospect of talking to her, “I need to schedule a maintenance appointment.”
Rating: K
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: He only misses her a little.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by the_gakushi, with the prompt "eerieness". Implied 108 spoilers? Technically? And this ended up fluffier than what I was originally envisioning, and what the prompt was calling for, but hopefully you all will like it anyway.
eerie
-adjective
1. uncanny, so as to inspire superstitious fear
He doesn’t miss her.
That’s what Ed tries to tell himself initially, during his first night or two on the road. Swiftly, he amends that to he only misses her a little.
During the day it’s not so bad, when he’s busy talking to people and researching and keeping his journey in motion. At night though, he practically craves her. He’s spent two years learning her the same way he’s now focusing on western alchemy; it only makes sense to him that he would be used to her presence, would be missing her in a way wholly different than he’s ever felt before.
It takes a few months, but he thinks he’s getting used to this ache in his chest - until he starts to see her everywhere. It’s a flash of blond hair in a crowd, wide blue eyes in the conductor’s face on a train, or the pealing laugh in the general store as he's picking up groceries. She’s everywhere, and it’s almost enough to make him worry about his own mental state until he gets a brilliant idea.
The phone rings several times before she picks up, but once she does Ed can’t help the feeling of relief at hearing her voice anywhere but in his own head for the first time in months. “Rockbell Automail.”
“Hi, uh,” Ed leans back against the wall of the phone booth, trying not to sound too gleeful at the prospect of talking to her, “I need to schedule a maintenance appointment.”