FMA: Alphabet Challenge: Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
Rating: K+
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: Separation shouldn't be an entirely new concept to him.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by aerodactylus, with the prompt "quintessential". I'm pretty sure this falls within my Sinking In universe, with the way everything fell into place.
quintessential:
-noun
1. the pure and concentrated essence of a substance.
2. the most perfect embodiment of something.
She had invited him to go along; this he remembers very clearly. He doesn’t remember why he turned down said invitation - because he wanted to look after Al? Because Granny might need help around the house? Because Risembool was nice and cool and quiet and he didn’t really feel like enduring the loud, chattering heat of Rush Valley? - but whatever the reason, he was regretting it when he was kissing her goodbye, even before her train had pulled out of the station.
The ensuing week was nothing short of torturous. It seems ridiculous to him - being separated from Winry is technically nothing new to him, but that still doesn’t account for the unsettled, restless feeling inside of him, and the way Granny keeps accusing him of moping around the house.
Once she gets home he doesn’t think about it anymore; he’s really too busy basking in her presence, helping her unpack, distracting her from unpacking, and then helping her undress to really consider the issue -
Because even though she’s the one who left, it feels like he’s the one who’s come home.
Rating: K+
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: Separation shouldn't be an entirely new concept to him.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by aerodactylus, with the prompt "quintessential". I'm pretty sure this falls within my Sinking In universe, with the way everything fell into place.
quintessential:
-noun
1. the pure and concentrated essence of a substance.
2. the most perfect embodiment of something.
She had invited him to go along; this he remembers very clearly. He doesn’t remember why he turned down said invitation - because he wanted to look after Al? Because Granny might need help around the house? Because Risembool was nice and cool and quiet and he didn’t really feel like enduring the loud, chattering heat of Rush Valley? - but whatever the reason, he was regretting it when he was kissing her goodbye, even before her train had pulled out of the station.
The ensuing week was nothing short of torturous. It seems ridiculous to him - being separated from Winry is technically nothing new to him, but that still doesn’t account for the unsettled, restless feeling inside of him, and the way Granny keeps accusing him of moping around the house.
Once she gets home he doesn’t think about it anymore; he’s really too busy basking in her presence, helping her unpack, distracting her from unpacking, and then helping her undress to really consider the issue -
Because even though she’s the one who left, it feels like he’s the one who’s come home.