[fic]
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: A prompt, 'deep,' from Kumoricon Bedtime Stories; Ed takes a walk in the rain.
It was raining. Ed hated the rain. It was cold and every time he walked in it, he felt like he was going to rust. He shrugged his coat further up on his shoulders and shook his head to shift his hood; this rain was like a bucket had been poured on him, and it was always this way in Resembool.
But at the same time he hated the rain, he loved the puddles, and sloshed through them so his flesh toes felt drowned in their sock. Puddle after puddle, in the potholes of the road that trailed along the brick wall he used to walk as a child, he stomped, water crashing over his boots and staining the ankles of his pants with specks of mud.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, jumping over a small puddle to break his rhythm, and threw his leg out over a second puddle off to the side of the road, close to the Rockbells' home.
SPLASH!
Edward disappeared.
At once, he reappeared, spluttering and brushing mud-wet bangs out of his face. He growled, the feral noise shifting pitch into a low howl as he finally just sprinted back through the driving raindrops and crashed up the stairs to throw open the door.
".... Brother?" Al asked, blinking, and Winry stared at his wet, mud-covered form.
"I HATE PUDDLES!"
Rating: G
Summary: A prompt, 'deep,' from Kumoricon Bedtime Stories; Ed takes a walk in the rain.
It was raining. Ed hated the rain. It was cold and every time he walked in it, he felt like he was going to rust. He shrugged his coat further up on his shoulders and shook his head to shift his hood; this rain was like a bucket had been poured on him, and it was always this way in Resembool.
But at the same time he hated the rain, he loved the puddles, and sloshed through them so his flesh toes felt drowned in their sock. Puddle after puddle, in the potholes of the road that trailed along the brick wall he used to walk as a child, he stomped, water crashing over his boots and staining the ankles of his pants with specks of mud.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, jumping over a small puddle to break his rhythm, and threw his leg out over a second puddle off to the side of the road, close to the Rockbells' home.
SPLASH!
Edward disappeared.
At once, he reappeared, spluttering and brushing mud-wet bangs out of his face. He growled, the feral noise shifting pitch into a low howl as he finally just sprinted back through the driving raindrops and crashed up the stairs to throw open the door.
".... Brother?" Al asked, blinking, and Winry stared at his wet, mud-covered form.
"I HATE PUDDLES!"