Prompt 231- Lead- A Tender Transmutation
Originally posted by ssadropout at Prompt 231- Lead- A Tender Transmutation
Title: A Tender Transmutation
Author: ssadropout
Series: Could be any, but I think of this as taking place sometime before the tachi get split up in the manga or FMA:B.
Word Count: 248
Rating: G
Characters: Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Riza is a little down in the dumps. Roy can’t let that continue.
A/N: When I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of lead the element and bullets. Hours later, I realized that it could mean the verb, too. Bad brain! Also, Roy angrily snapped at the word count to no avail. Plus, he threatened to snap at me if I claimed that FMA was mine.
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Their last assignment had been messy and depressing with a minor injury to a civilian.Roy could tell that Riza believed that she might have prevented it by firing at the perpetrator sooner, despite the fact that she'd had no clear shot at the time. She’d cleaned her guns with her usual precision, but he’d seen the ambivalence in her eyes as she loaded the lead projectiles.
He wanted to cheer her up, and he couldn’t shake the urge to use bullets. Crazy, he knew. Transmuting lead into gold was forbidden, and the heavy metal itself was toxic if used improperly. What could he do that was both safe and beautiful?
“Colonel! Your stack of paperwork is not getting any lower,” reproved the object of his musings.
“Sorry, Lieutenant,” he replied with a grin. An idea had come just in time.
Years of drawing arrays had sharpened his drafting skills, and he’d seen the old photo enough to know it well. He worked hard, simplifying the image, but keeping it true and recognizable. When he was satisfied with his design, he drew his array on the floor with chalk. He arranged the old bullets and the purchases he had made on his way home.
At the end of the next day, he called her into the inner office and gave her the stained glass panel that he had based on her favorite old photograph of her five-year-old self and her mother.
She threw herself into his arms.
Title: A Tender Transmutation
Author: ssadropout
Series: Could be any, but I think of this as taking place sometime before the tachi get split up in the manga or FMA:B.
Word Count: 248
Rating: G
Characters: Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Riza is a little down in the dumps. Roy can’t let that continue.
A/N: When I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of lead the element and bullets. Hours later, I realized that it could mean the verb, too. Bad brain! Also, Roy angrily snapped at the word count to no avail. Plus, he threatened to snap at me if I claimed that FMA was mine.
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Their last assignment had been messy and depressing with a minor injury to a civilian.Roy could tell that Riza believed that she might have prevented it by firing at the perpetrator sooner, despite the fact that she'd had no clear shot at the time. She’d cleaned her guns with her usual precision, but he’d seen the ambivalence in her eyes as she loaded the lead projectiles.
He wanted to cheer her up, and he couldn’t shake the urge to use bullets. Crazy, he knew. Transmuting lead into gold was forbidden, and the heavy metal itself was toxic if used improperly. What could he do that was both safe and beautiful?
“Colonel! Your stack of paperwork is not getting any lower,” reproved the object of his musings.
“Sorry, Lieutenant,” he replied with a grin. An idea had come just in time.
Years of drawing arrays had sharpened his drafting skills, and he’d seen the old photo enough to know it well. He worked hard, simplifying the image, but keeping it true and recognizable. When he was satisfied with his design, he drew his array on the floor with chalk. He arranged the old bullets and the purchases he had made on his way home.
At the end of the next day, he called her into the inner office and gave her the stained glass panel that he had based on her favorite old photograph of her five-year-old self and her mother.
She threw herself into his arms.