Prompt 187, Broken Bone, "Willpower"
Title: Willpower
Author: pedanticpigeon
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
Characters: Father, young!Wrath
Warnings: None
A/N: Due to the word count, much of the original work had to be cut; so excuse any choppiness or anything of the nature. I may or may not post the full version of this in the future, though I am not sure.
“Why have you come to me this evening, my son?” spoke a powerful, yet dull voice.
Wrath stared at the man sitting at the throne, clutching his right forearm with his left, attempting to swallow his fear, though unsuccessfully. “I have injured my arm in training, my father, and the all of the doctors refused to-”
“As they were to follow my orders, Wrath,” Father replied, pushing himself out of his stone seat and summoning his son to come nearer with a gesture.
“Orders?” The young, newest homunculus questioned as he tentatively stepped toward the brooding man. “But why is that?”
Father ignored him. “How disappointing,” he said as he placed his hand on his son’s wounded arm, holding it there for a brief moment before occurred a momentary flash of lighting.
As Wrath pulled away and flexed his arm experimentally, Father sighed dishearteningly. “Though you are far more superior to humans, you are unlike your older siblings, and you will die if wounded too severely.”
“Understood, my father. I apologize for my sloppiness.”
Father settled back into his chair and sighed again, apathetically. “I thought you had what it took to be my Wrath, son.”
Wrath balled his fists at his sides and acquired a sudden determination, steadily placing both of his eyes, the mortal and the ultimate, on his parental kin. “I do, Father.”
“Then prove it to me.”
Wrath nodded firmly. “I will not let you down, Father.”
Author: pedanticpigeon
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
Characters: Father, young!Wrath
Warnings: None
A/N: Due to the word count, much of the original work had to be cut; so excuse any choppiness or anything of the nature. I may or may not post the full version of this in the future, though I am not sure.
“Why have you come to me this evening, my son?” spoke a powerful, yet dull voice.
Wrath stared at the man sitting at the throne, clutching his right forearm with his left, attempting to swallow his fear, though unsuccessfully. “I have injured my arm in training, my father, and the all of the doctors refused to-”
“As they were to follow my orders, Wrath,” Father replied, pushing himself out of his stone seat and summoning his son to come nearer with a gesture.
“Orders?” The young, newest homunculus questioned as he tentatively stepped toward the brooding man. “But why is that?”
Father ignored him. “How disappointing,” he said as he placed his hand on his son’s wounded arm, holding it there for a brief moment before occurred a momentary flash of lighting.
As Wrath pulled away and flexed his arm experimentally, Father sighed dishearteningly. “Though you are far more superior to humans, you are unlike your older siblings, and you will die if wounded too severely.”
“Understood, my father. I apologize for my sloppiness.”
Father settled back into his chair and sighed again, apathetically. “I thought you had what it took to be my Wrath, son.”
Wrath balled his fists at his sides and acquired a sudden determination, steadily placing both of his eyes, the mortal and the ultimate, on his parental kin. “I do, Father.”
“Then prove it to me.”
Wrath nodded firmly. “I will not let you down, Father.”