(FMA Drabble) Residual
Got hit by a flying drabble idea and scribbled it out. Now, sleep. ^_^
Residual
His office wasn’t any emptier than it had been the previous day. Intellectually, Roy knew that. Knew that nothing had changed, that the mountains of paperwork remained, that the light still fell across the chairs opposing his desk just so, that everything was in its proper place.
Funny, how knowing it didn’t leave him sure.
The door to his office remained slightly ajar. Hawkeye’s gun sat prominently on her desk, strategically placed in the only spot where he’d see it there. The scent of smoke from Havoc’s cigarettes still drifted on the afternoon air.
It wasn’t the same, though.
Ed wasn’t there.
Residual
His office wasn’t any emptier than it had been the previous day. Intellectually, Roy knew that. Knew that nothing had changed, that the mountains of paperwork remained, that the light still fell across the chairs opposing his desk just so, that everything was in its proper place.
Funny, how knowing it didn’t leave him sure.
The door to his office remained slightly ajar. Hawkeye’s gun sat prominently on her desk, strategically placed in the only spot where he’d see it there. The scent of smoke from Havoc’s cigarettes still drifted on the afternoon air.
It wasn’t the same, though.
Ed wasn’t there.