two FMA drabbles
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timepiececlockI finally am getting off my writer's blocked bottom and updating my FMA episode drabbles.
[[drabbles for episodes 1-6]]
Spoilery for the episode 7 thing, obviously.
[Episode 7 - Nina]
Daddy’s Gonna Buy You A Mockingbird
Nina Tucker stood in front of the living room bookshelf, staring at the thick spines. Nina loved books. She couldn’t read yet, just look at pictures, but she was certain that when she was old enough to read like her papa and her new big brothers, she’d read all the time. Books were the fabric of her home, woven into shelves and study rooms and tabletops.
She turned to smile when her father entered the room, picking her up in one arm and cradling two volumes in the other.
“Nina, would you like to see what Papa’s been working on all this time?”
[Episode 8 - Roy]
Advice
He hated the rain. Not because it made his alchemy useless—because it was fucking wet and got in your eyes and made everything swirl together if you didn't blink fast enough. Because it beat down on you like something angry and cold and relentless. Because it made blood run that much thinner when seeping over brick and cobblestones.
He hated standing here, dripping with it, while telling a twelve-year-old boy that life sucks and then you die, only sometimes little children die even sooner because of people exactly like you.
Chin up, little alchemist. It’s going to get a whole lot worse.
[Episode 9 - Lyla]
Great Expectations
“You bastard... You’re going to get it today!”
With the poise of a dancer, Lyla stepped in front of her employer. The array-inscribed pendant on her necklace began to spin in its perch, and in moments the “incident” was dealt with. She let out a deep breath, and felt the boredom sink into her bones.
The day she got out of this dead-end town would be the happiest day of her life. If she could only raise the money to get to Central, she could find a mentor and pass that exam.
“Good job, Lyla.”
Best of all, no more Yoki.
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Yeah, so, I finally wrote the episode 7 one. That I put off writing for like 4 months. Who puts off writing a drabble for 4 months? Well, if you've seen FMA then you understand. FMA does that to you.
Next time, Psiren the Thief!
cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fm_alchemist, [here]
[[drabbles for episodes 1-6]]
Spoilery for the episode 7 thing, obviously.
[Episode 7 - Nina]
Daddy’s Gonna Buy You A Mockingbird
Nina Tucker stood in front of the living room bookshelf, staring at the thick spines. Nina loved books. She couldn’t read yet, just look at pictures, but she was certain that when she was old enough to read like her papa and her new big brothers, she’d read all the time. Books were the fabric of her home, woven into shelves and study rooms and tabletops.
She turned to smile when her father entered the room, picking her up in one arm and cradling two volumes in the other.
“Nina, would you like to see what Papa’s been working on all this time?”
[Episode 8 - Roy]
Advice
He hated the rain. Not because it made his alchemy useless—because it was fucking wet and got in your eyes and made everything swirl together if you didn't blink fast enough. Because it beat down on you like something angry and cold and relentless. Because it made blood run that much thinner when seeping over brick and cobblestones.
He hated standing here, dripping with it, while telling a twelve-year-old boy that life sucks and then you die, only sometimes little children die even sooner because of people exactly like you.
Chin up, little alchemist. It’s going to get a whole lot worse.
[Episode 9 - Lyla]
Great Expectations
“You bastard... You’re going to get it today!”
With the poise of a dancer, Lyla stepped in front of her employer. The array-inscribed pendant on her necklace began to spin in its perch, and in moments the “incident” was dealt with. She let out a deep breath, and felt the boredom sink into her bones.
The day she got out of this dead-end town would be the happiest day of her life. If she could only raise the money to get to Central, she could find a mentor and pass that exam.
“Good job, Lyla.”
Best of all, no more Yoki.
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Yeah, so, I finally wrote the episode 7 one. That I put off writing for like 4 months. Who puts off writing a drabble for 4 months? Well, if you've seen FMA then you understand. FMA does that to you.
Next time, Psiren the Thief!
cross-posted to
fm_alchemist, [here]
