Bad Planning
Title: Bad Planning
Fandom: FMA
Words: 294
Note: Behold, I have not abandoned FMA! I'm just… half dead >> yeah.
He stared at the small bottle she had handed him, uneasiness clear in his gold eyes. He looked so much like his father, all gold and intelligence, and she knew he would do the right thing. He wanted his father's love too much to not even consider the idea, and they'd talked it over during the last week.
He was tired of his father not being there, and she was tired of being alone in her bed. They would both be happier after he did this, and it was only a little hitch, a small bump they needed to get over for it to happen. She had assured him repeatedly that she could fix it.
He really needed to have more trust in his mother, because that wary look simply didn't suit him in the least. Reaching out, she curled his fingers around the bottle. "I promise. It is reversible. I showed you my arrays already didn't I? Why are you hesitating?"
"This… I'm not sure it's worth it mother." The words were quiet, and he swished the silvery contents, never breaking off the eye contact with it. "There has to be another way for me to do this. Does it have to be so… drastic?"
"Have you discovered something you haven't told me?" The words were possibly sharper than intended, but the chagrined look he flashed her only lasted a moment.
Then the look turned to determination, his gaze meeting hers. "No, no I haven't mother. You're certain…?"
"Very. Drink it, I promise I will not abandon you to this."
He hesitated for just a moment, and then she watched her son open the bottle. Closing his eyes, he drank the mercury, trusting that his mother would catch him at the end of the fall.
Fandom: FMA
Words: 294
Note: Behold, I have not abandoned FMA! I'm just… half dead >> yeah.
He stared at the small bottle she had handed him, uneasiness clear in his gold eyes. He looked so much like his father, all gold and intelligence, and she knew he would do the right thing. He wanted his father's love too much to not even consider the idea, and they'd talked it over during the last week.
He was tired of his father not being there, and she was tired of being alone in her bed. They would both be happier after he did this, and it was only a little hitch, a small bump they needed to get over for it to happen. She had assured him repeatedly that she could fix it.
He really needed to have more trust in his mother, because that wary look simply didn't suit him in the least. Reaching out, she curled his fingers around the bottle. "I promise. It is reversible. I showed you my arrays already didn't I? Why are you hesitating?"
"This… I'm not sure it's worth it mother." The words were quiet, and he swished the silvery contents, never breaking off the eye contact with it. "There has to be another way for me to do this. Does it have to be so… drastic?"
"Have you discovered something you haven't told me?" The words were possibly sharper than intended, but the chagrined look he flashed her only lasted a moment.
Then the look turned to determination, his gaze meeting hers. "No, no I haven't mother. You're certain…?"
"Very. Drink it, I promise I will not abandon you to this."
He hesitated for just a moment, and then she watched her son open the bottle. Closing his eyes, he drank the mercury, trusting that his mother would catch him at the end of the fall.