FMA Fic, Roy/Ed drabbles, PG-ish

[dragonimp]

Author: dragonimp
Rating: PGish
Genre: Angst-ish
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: None
Notes: Prompt list taken from 64damn_prompts.

13. we all float on

Life was a heavy thing, piling on burden upon burden until even the strongest bowed beneath it. Yet Roy couldn’t help but notice how one person in particular managed to stand straight even through the worst.

“How do you do it?” he finally asked. “After everything that’s happened. Most people would crumple under the weight. How do you keep going?”

The young man looked at him as if the answer should be clear. “What else can I do?”

“But—”

“Going back is impossible and standing still is too painful—you would know that. What else is there except going forward?”

14. chess

“The rules are simple,” he said as he laid out the board. “But the game is very complex. It requires forethought and strategy, and the ability to read your opponent.”

Ed slumped down in his chair and scowled. “I’m not planning to take up a hobby. I just need to know how it works so I can figure out this damn code.”

“Anyone who used chess to encode his work is likely intimately familiar with the game. So you will have to be, as well.” He smirked. “I suspect we’ll be seeing a lot of each other for a while.”

24. fight or flight

The kid—though the term hardly fit anymore—was poised on the edge, bold in his words but ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. Whether he would go for the door or Roy’s throat remained to be seen.

He decided to try for a third option.

“The office is not the best place to discuss this.”

“Well, where the hell else am I supposed to—”

“After work tonight,” Roy cut in, with a smile that was both an apology and an offering. “Say, over dinner?”

Ed eyed him, but finally nodded. Still uncertain, but for the moment, somewhat mollified.

29. locks

Locks were useless against an alchemist. Ed was well aware of this.

But that only applied to physical locks.

Locks constructed of careful words and expressions were another matter. There were no tumblers to melt, no bolts to sever, no casing to shatter. Only layers and layers of intangible barriers, protecting a prize that was all the more enticing for its mystery. The rare flashes and hints he got of the real man behind the façade always made him itch to find out more.

No lock was impenetrable. Even nonphysical ones had weaknesses.

And Ed was nothing if not persistent.

Cross-posted various places

Comments

[nochick-fics.livejournal.com]

These were so good, 24 in particularly! I really thinking true drabble writing (the 100-word kind vs. the 400-500 word kind) takes alot of skill.

[dragonimp.livejournal.com]

I found it was not as hard as I thought it would be. (Though it can require a fair bit of word-juggling.) Thanks! ^_^