(FMA drabble) Artifice
Since I haven't posted ficcage in a while, here's a drabble for Dictionary.com's Word of the Day for May 25th. (I'd have used the one for the 26th, but tis not out yet.) 100 words, twenty minutes. Not bad for a first attempt at drabbling, in my opinion. ^-^;;;;;
Artifice
She watches as he lays back upon the table, his eyes closing anticipatorily. He’d broken it again, damaged it to where she couldn’t fix it, couldn’t do anything. He hadn’t explained; she hadn’t bothered to ask.
Instead, she had gone to work.
The new automail she’d designed this time was leagues above anything available anywhere else. She knew it; he knew it, just as they knew her reputation grew because he needed it replaced so often. Because he needed it at all.
As they threw the switches and his face contorted, she had only one regret -
His pain remained.
Artifice
She watches as he lays back upon the table, his eyes closing anticipatorily. He’d broken it again, damaged it to where she couldn’t fix it, couldn’t do anything. He hadn’t explained; she hadn’t bothered to ask.
Instead, she had gone to work.
The new automail she’d designed this time was leagues above anything available anywhere else. She knew it; he knew it, just as they knew her reputation grew because he needed it replaced so often. Because he needed it at all.
As they threw the switches and his face contorted, she had only one regret -
His pain remained.