FMA: Gilded (Letter)
Twelth chapter of Gilded! First chapter/explanation of this fic can be found here, with links to later parts. Taking a slightly different tack on this one, as you'll see. :)
Title: Gilded
Prompt: Letter
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 169.
Rating: G
Summary: In which Mei Chan has something to say.
Warnings: SPOILERS through to the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Dear Mr. Alphonse
She pauses, hesitant. Is that too formal? Too familiar? Should she leave off the honorific? Would he be offended if she did? She doesn’t think so; Alphonse is far too agreeable to be offended by a mere title. But would he think she was being too cold if she didn’t?
Her fingers trace the drying ink indecisively. Has she spelled everything correctly? Writing Amestrian is far more difficult than speaking it. The letters look gawky, ungainly, compared to the way Xingese flows from her brush onto the paper. Then she taps her nails resolutely on the writing desk and continues.
How are you? I hope you feel better than
No. She sounds like a grandmother asking after the grandchildren she has not seen in seasons.
We took the boat from Amestris and arrived in Xing three days ago at the port of
Now she sounds like a travelogue!
The weather here is
Mei’s head falls to the wooden desk with a thump.
She can’t do this.
TBC ( Part 13 - Mail)