FMA fic: Scents [Ed; GEN]
Calmer and contemplative, I offer general fic (which did not start out as gen fic):
Scents
He thinks about it later when he has time. Rather, it occurs to him suddenly as he sits pressed against the window, morosely looking out at the passing landscape framed for his view. A smell hits him unexpectedly, a perfume that lingers in the air. This smell, cloying and powerful, wafts into his nostrils, sends countless signals to his brain, and triggers something-something imagined-or no, perhaps a memory. He struggles through his thoughts, trying to find the connection. It takes him a while; the stimulus confuses him. Only when he understands that the actual memory has no connection at all to the perfume-flowery and almost overwhelmingly sweet, scents undeniably feminine, womanly-does he have a moment’s revelation.
It smelled of rain, sweat, and gunpowder and underneath that, something else buried, something pressed close to the skin, not fragrant sweet like flowers, not acrid like sweat, not even bittersweet like almonds or alcohol, but something defining, something… something her. Something Riza Hawkeye. Something natural and intrinsic, something genuine and unaltered.
His mother smelled of apples and baked pies, of the fresh breeze and somehow even warmth, love and safety. Master smells like meat and nature, of the grass, oaks, and transitory wind, and underneath that the sharp bite of blood, her scent caught through snatches of brutal training and moments of conciliation and comfort. Winry smells of oil and sweat from hours bent over pieces of machinery, something metallic at the back of his mouth, smell and taste mingling for a sensory experience that was only Winry. He wonders if she has a special smell, too, something beneath the layers of automail and the dust of Rush Valley. Does she smell like a woman? Or like a girl?
He wonders what a woman’s smell is.
Edward Elric thinks about Riza Hawkeye’s jacket draped over his shoulders, smelling of rain, war, life, and some quality he might call woman. When he has time.
I almost never write Edward fic. So very random.
Scents
He thinks about it later when he has time. Rather, it occurs to him suddenly as he sits pressed against the window, morosely looking out at the passing landscape framed for his view. A smell hits him unexpectedly, a perfume that lingers in the air. This smell, cloying and powerful, wafts into his nostrils, sends countless signals to his brain, and triggers something-something imagined-or no, perhaps a memory. He struggles through his thoughts, trying to find the connection. It takes him a while; the stimulus confuses him. Only when he understands that the actual memory has no connection at all to the perfume-flowery and almost overwhelmingly sweet, scents undeniably feminine, womanly-does he have a moment’s revelation.
It smelled of rain, sweat, and gunpowder and underneath that, something else buried, something pressed close to the skin, not fragrant sweet like flowers, not acrid like sweat, not even bittersweet like almonds or alcohol, but something defining, something… something her. Something Riza Hawkeye. Something natural and intrinsic, something genuine and unaltered.
His mother smelled of apples and baked pies, of the fresh breeze and somehow even warmth, love and safety. Master smells like meat and nature, of the grass, oaks, and transitory wind, and underneath that the sharp bite of blood, her scent caught through snatches of brutal training and moments of conciliation and comfort. Winry smells of oil and sweat from hours bent over pieces of machinery, something metallic at the back of his mouth, smell and taste mingling for a sensory experience that was only Winry. He wonders if she has a special smell, too, something beneath the layers of automail and the dust of Rush Valley. Does she smell like a woman? Or like a girl?
He wonders what a woman’s smell is.
Edward Elric thinks about Riza Hawkeye’s jacket draped over his shoulders, smelling of rain, war, life, and some quality he might call woman. When he has time.
I almost never write Edward fic. So very random.