An Idea...Sort of.
Suddenly I had a idea two days ago about the daughter of Roy and Riza, after a talk with my fellow Royai fans. Eventually she kept annoyiong me and it turned into this lovely narration. Thanks to Nil-chan, Jelly_belly and Keoni and all the others, who actually would seem to want to read it.
This piece of crapwork came out after 2 hours of bad Royai fanfiction a boredum all the while talking to my friend Josh about how much I hate work. Go figure?
I warn you all now THIS IS UNBETAED. I thought that I wouldn't annoy Grimm today and just test to see if the idea is any good before I give it an actual edit.
So ye be warned!
Really it's more of a test to see if my OC characters are any good. Oh post movie.
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Papa once told me that without love I’d never be here. I told him I didn’t understand and he kissed me on the head and told when I’m older I’ll understand. I asked Mama yesterday what he meant and she just told me that Papa is a strange one, I agree with her.
My family has always been silly. I remember when Mama was going to have my younger brother Edward.
Papa said to her, “If it’s a boy I would like to name it Edward, if you have twins the other one will be Alphonse.”
Mama just nodded and turned around to head back into the kitchen saying, “but if it’s a girl I get to name it.”
Papa just laughed and that was the end of that.
I remember when Winry-onee-san came over just after Edward was born she looked down at him and smiled, “You know Riza-chan if you have anymore boy’s you’ll eventually run out of names.”
Mama just laughed and said it was Papa’s idea. But she also added, “that all our children are named after important people lost.” Winry-onee-san asked who I was named after and Mama answered, “Your mother.”
Winry-onee-san looked like she was about to cry. So from that day I, Sara Colette Mustang, felt some sort of pride of being named after Winry-onee-san’s mother, and I’ve been trying to act more grown up ever since.
So when I was six Mama taught me how to play the piano. She said I earned it. I’m not as good as her, my fingers aren’t as long and elegant like hers are I have short stubby fingers because I’m only nine. But both Mama and Papa say that I’m too good for my age, as well as most of the proctors at my last piano exam.
Oh I forgot to tell you. I’m the middle child, stuck in between two boys, as Elysia-onee-san says. I have an older brother named Maes, he’s eleven and I have a younger brother Edward who’s four. Mama also has another one on the way. I hope it’s a girl. I have no girls around my age to play with other than my classmates.
I have wonderful people surrounding me and I’m grateful. Winry-onee-san and Elysia-onee-san try to visit as much as possible. They said that mothers only know certain things and it’s good to have girlfriends to talk to, even though Winry-onee-san is almost thirty and Elysia-onee-san is nearly seventeen.
My favorite part of when they come over is when Elysia-onee-san braids my hair. She said that braiding a person’s hair is like entwining three people together. It makes them strong and even if the ends are frayed. So I see wonderful people surrounding me entwined in one large braid. And it makes me happy just thinking about it.
I asked Winry-onee-san once why she wasn’t married or had children. Her beautiful smile turned to a frown and Elysia-onee-san stopped braiding my hair. Winry-onee-san turned to me, “Sara-chan you and your brothers are so close they’re like my own children.”
I had frowned then. The obvious disappointed answer made her continue, “There was a man I once loved. I believe his feelings were the same. He is not here anymore, but in my heart there is still hope that someday he will return.”
Mama once told me that our bedtime lullaby was a song she once wrote about Papa when he was gone. She said it was to ease the pain and somehow brought him home. I’m work hard to learn it so that one day I can present it to Winry-onee-san as a gift. I hope when I do, the song will bring her man home just like it did with Papa.
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So um yeah. Craptacular. Sort of connected to "You are my love." In a way... Tell me how much it sucks.
This piece of crapwork came out after 2 hours of bad Royai fanfiction a boredum all the while talking to my friend Josh about how much I hate work. Go figure?
I warn you all now THIS IS UNBETAED. I thought that I wouldn't annoy Grimm today and just test to see if the idea is any good before I give it an actual edit.
So ye be warned!
Really it's more of a test to see if my OC characters are any good. Oh post movie.
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Papa once told me that without love I’d never be here. I told him I didn’t understand and he kissed me on the head and told when I’m older I’ll understand. I asked Mama yesterday what he meant and she just told me that Papa is a strange one, I agree with her.
My family has always been silly. I remember when Mama was going to have my younger brother Edward.
Papa said to her, “If it’s a boy I would like to name it Edward, if you have twins the other one will be Alphonse.”
Mama just nodded and turned around to head back into the kitchen saying, “but if it’s a girl I get to name it.”
Papa just laughed and that was the end of that.
I remember when Winry-onee-san came over just after Edward was born she looked down at him and smiled, “You know Riza-chan if you have anymore boy’s you’ll eventually run out of names.”
Mama just laughed and said it was Papa’s idea. But she also added, “that all our children are named after important people lost.” Winry-onee-san asked who I was named after and Mama answered, “Your mother.”
Winry-onee-san looked like she was about to cry. So from that day I, Sara Colette Mustang, felt some sort of pride of being named after Winry-onee-san’s mother, and I’ve been trying to act more grown up ever since.
So when I was six Mama taught me how to play the piano. She said I earned it. I’m not as good as her, my fingers aren’t as long and elegant like hers are I have short stubby fingers because I’m only nine. But both Mama and Papa say that I’m too good for my age, as well as most of the proctors at my last piano exam.
Oh I forgot to tell you. I’m the middle child, stuck in between two boys, as Elysia-onee-san says. I have an older brother named Maes, he’s eleven and I have a younger brother Edward who’s four. Mama also has another one on the way. I hope it’s a girl. I have no girls around my age to play with other than my classmates.
I have wonderful people surrounding me and I’m grateful. Winry-onee-san and Elysia-onee-san try to visit as much as possible. They said that mothers only know certain things and it’s good to have girlfriends to talk to, even though Winry-onee-san is almost thirty and Elysia-onee-san is nearly seventeen.
My favorite part of when they come over is when Elysia-onee-san braids my hair. She said that braiding a person’s hair is like entwining three people together. It makes them strong and even if the ends are frayed. So I see wonderful people surrounding me entwined in one large braid. And it makes me happy just thinking about it.
I asked Winry-onee-san once why she wasn’t married or had children. Her beautiful smile turned to a frown and Elysia-onee-san stopped braiding my hair. Winry-onee-san turned to me, “Sara-chan you and your brothers are so close they’re like my own children.”
I had frowned then. The obvious disappointed answer made her continue, “There was a man I once loved. I believe his feelings were the same. He is not here anymore, but in my heart there is still hope that someday he will return.”
Mama once told me that our bedtime lullaby was a song she once wrote about Papa when he was gone. She said it was to ease the pain and somehow brought him home. I’m work hard to learn it so that one day I can present it to Winry-onee-san as a gift. I hope when I do, the song will bring her man home just like it did with Papa.
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So um yeah. Craptacular. Sort of connected to "You are my love." In a way... Tell me how much it sucks.