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FMA: Angst Themes #16-30
And after hours of beating my head against a wall building a website, it's pleasant to realize that I didn't post the theme set that I finished(!!!) yesterday. I'm really excited, because this is the first 30 themes set I've ever finished. They may all be drabbles, but I'm quite happy with a few of them, and ecstatic to get the set done. Also, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hime1999's latest picture (Ed & Duo!!!) makes me want to work on Braid again. ^.^;;; So, umm... love for FMA?
Lullaby
He had watched as she had excitedly written down the songs she intended to sing to their children. He was proud of her, his multi-talented wife, who would listen to no one when they tried to tell her that it would be better if she didn’t try something. Her independence was one of the things that had drawn him to her.
Watching her now, singing the last lullaby she had written at the funeral of their only son, Seig wondered if Izumi’s talents included the strength to survive, or at least the strength to let him help her let go.
Not There
He wasn’t there the first time that his youngest son spoke, or walked. Nor was he there on his children’s first day of school. He missed more birthdays than he attended, as well as more anniversaries. Sometimes he would call. If he remembered, he would even try to send a card or a present, something for them to remember him by. He regretted missing their first transmutation, wished that he had demonstrated for his sons, and that they hadn’t had to puzzle it out themselves.
Meeting Ed again assured Hohenheim that the one who regretted those absences most was himself.
Wrist
She had kicked herself the entire train ride and then some. He had no idea, thought it was his own fault. No doubt he had been doing something stupid and dangerous when it gave out, but that didn’t make it any less her fault that it broke in the first place. Now, he was in the hospital.
“Sorry about making you come here, Winry.” He apologized as she inserted the missing screw that had caused the failure into his automail wrist. She didn’t answer, though she should have been asking his forgiveness.
Ed had almost died because of her mistake.
Someone To Lean Back To
Colonel Roy Mustang was first and always an alchemist. As such, he worked for the good of the people, doing his best to support them and to bring them forward. He leads the people under his command with skill and finesse, drawing out their best qualities as fire strengthens steel. He is, by all counts, someone to be trusted and relied upon.
Now, watching the younger man, reeking of bar smoke and staggering aimlessly home on unsteady legs, weave back and forth in a partner-less dance, Lieutenant Maes Hughes wishes only that Roy would rely on someone else for once.
Kiss
Sometimes late at night, when he’s lying awake in bed and nothing else is intruding upon his mind, he remembers. Her hands slide through his hair gently, soothing away a long and tiring day. She gently touches his cheek, smiling at him.
“Sleep well.” She says, turning out the light. She pulls the blanket tightly around him and Al, pressing goodnight kisses to their foreheads. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Ed doesn’t believe in heaven, but he likes to think that if it did exist somewhere, then it would have the sweet voice and tender goodnight kiss he misses.
Sky
Alfons coughs, choking on the smoke the rocket expels as it lifts off, headed into the clear blue sky. It soars overhead, flying effortlessly. He marvels for a moment – man can make things fly. One day, man will be able to make himself fly. Human kind is going higher, expanding into an as yet unknown universe. Someday, he may even go all the way to the stars, to touch and caress them as their light has done to the Earth for so long.
Alfons coughs, choking on his body’s rebellion, and doubts that he will live to see that day.
A Place To Sleep
She had taken shelter in the alleyway, finding a large cardboard box to duck into for some protection from the rain. The chilly night air was slowly turning her soaked hair to ice, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“Brother…” She heard a voice call softly. A pair of dark boots came into view, and a loud cracking sound filled the air, shaking the world around her. She jumped, frightened, only to land on something surprisingly soft and dry.
“That’s all we can do for it, Al.”
The kitten drifted off as the first replied softly, “I understand, Brother.”
White Lies
Trisha often tells herself that her husband will be home soon. She can imagine him coming over the mountain even now, stopping to spend the night a mere day’s walk away. He will start to travel at first light, perhaps stopping to help an injured animal or play a game with a child in the forest. He will arrive home with that soft smile on his face, just in time to eat dinner.
The next night, Trisha carefully puts away the leftovers and begins to tell herself anew that surely tomorrow will be the day he comes back to her.
Bare Foot
When he wakes up, the first thing that he can see is his feet. They look different. Not that they look different from what he remembers – he doesn’t actually remember what they should have looked like – but rather that they look different from one another. One is light and pale, like the rest of him. The other is darker, a rosier skin tone.
When he notices that one of his arms doesn’t quite match, either, and that the two limbs that mismatch his body match one another perfectly, he jealously wonders who has the limbs that should have been his.
Beautiful Thing
Lust is dazzling. The first time Gluttony sees her, all he can think is that it would be wrong to eat her. He can’t remember ever having thought that before.
He knows what he is. His vices are etched into his very skin, covering his bones with added bulk more obvious even than his ouroboros tattoo. He is unsurprised that she feels nothing for him.
She does surprise him one way, though.
“Come, Gluttony.” She says, and her voice is liquid honey. It oozes through his ears, filling a place he hadn’t realized was empty.
She lets him follow her.
Darkness
Cain Fuery glanced back and forth between Breda and Havoc for what had to have been the twentieth time that day. Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye had been engaged in covert conversation for the better part of an hour before the Lieutenant had stormed out. Hawkeye didn’t usually storm anywhere.
When a small child with golden-blond hair showed up two weeks later, the group of Mustang underlings could tell by the set of Hawkeye’s jaw that she disapproved of whatever Mustang had planned.
They only wished they knew what his plans were, so they could help whoever deserved the support.
Blurry Eyes
Maes had never seen the world clearly. Glasses had been part of his life since childhood, a constantly needed companion to keep things in focus. His camera obsession had come from his glasses – lens focusing images fascinated him.
More fascinating, though – the lens weren’t working. He had seen Ross’s impersonator die. Whoever it wasn’t shouldn’t be alive. Shouldn’t be standing before him. Shouldn’t be creating a mole where there hadn’t been one before. Shouldn’t be…
Maes blinked to clear his vision, but his eyes never opened. The focusing power of his glasses couldn’t help him.
He slumped to the ground.
Rainy Night
Riza bites her lip as she stares at the approaching clouds. They speak ominously of rain, of the water which can destroy her colonel’s fire in an instant. On nights like this, he needs someone by his side, to guard his back and to make sure that no harm comes to him. He never did have the sense to stay indoors when the weather took a turn for the worse.
Objectively, it doesn’t matter anyway. He is safely off in parts unknown, has been since he learned of Edward’s disappearance.
She isn’t surprised that knowing that makes the storm worse.
Countdown
“Five!”
Roy closes his eyes.
“Four!”
He regrets not being able to draw the country from its path to war. The Fuhrer’s decisions will destroy them, but there is nothing Roy can do any more.
“Three!”
He prays that those under his command will be kept safe by his plea agreement. Nothing will force the government to obey it after he is gone, and relying on honor is a dubious choice.
“Two!”
He hopes Edward and Alphonse are all right, wherever they are.
“One!”
He wonders if Riza will forgive him.
BAM!
There is pain, and the world goes black.
Eternity
Alone in the underground city, Ed drew the only thing that came to mind. When the transmutation circle had finally formed on the ground, he stared at it for only a moment before dipping a finger in a nearby pool of his blood. With his flesh and blood right hand, he drew the design upon his chest.
He stared at it. Would Al want this?
Did it matter what Al wanted?
No, not now. At the end of all things, it didn’t matter.
Contented, the Fullmetal Alchemist nodded to himself as he activated the array and stepped forward into eternity.
hime1999's latest picture (Ed & Duo!!!) makes me want to work on Braid again. ^.^;;; So, umm... love for FMA?Lullaby
He had watched as she had excitedly written down the songs she intended to sing to their children. He was proud of her, his multi-talented wife, who would listen to no one when they tried to tell her that it would be better if she didn’t try something. Her independence was one of the things that had drawn him to her.
Watching her now, singing the last lullaby she had written at the funeral of their only son, Seig wondered if Izumi’s talents included the strength to survive, or at least the strength to let him help her let go.
Not There
He wasn’t there the first time that his youngest son spoke, or walked. Nor was he there on his children’s first day of school. He missed more birthdays than he attended, as well as more anniversaries. Sometimes he would call. If he remembered, he would even try to send a card or a present, something for them to remember him by. He regretted missing their first transmutation, wished that he had demonstrated for his sons, and that they hadn’t had to puzzle it out themselves.
Meeting Ed again assured Hohenheim that the one who regretted those absences most was himself.
Wrist
She had kicked herself the entire train ride and then some. He had no idea, thought it was his own fault. No doubt he had been doing something stupid and dangerous when it gave out, but that didn’t make it any less her fault that it broke in the first place. Now, he was in the hospital.
“Sorry about making you come here, Winry.” He apologized as she inserted the missing screw that had caused the failure into his automail wrist. She didn’t answer, though she should have been asking his forgiveness.
Ed had almost died because of her mistake.
Someone To Lean Back To
Colonel Roy Mustang was first and always an alchemist. As such, he worked for the good of the people, doing his best to support them and to bring them forward. He leads the people under his command with skill and finesse, drawing out their best qualities as fire strengthens steel. He is, by all counts, someone to be trusted and relied upon.
Now, watching the younger man, reeking of bar smoke and staggering aimlessly home on unsteady legs, weave back and forth in a partner-less dance, Lieutenant Maes Hughes wishes only that Roy would rely on someone else for once.
Kiss
Sometimes late at night, when he’s lying awake in bed and nothing else is intruding upon his mind, he remembers. Her hands slide through his hair gently, soothing away a long and tiring day. She gently touches his cheek, smiling at him.
“Sleep well.” She says, turning out the light. She pulls the blanket tightly around him and Al, pressing goodnight kisses to their foreheads. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Ed doesn’t believe in heaven, but he likes to think that if it did exist somewhere, then it would have the sweet voice and tender goodnight kiss he misses.
Sky
Alfons coughs, choking on the smoke the rocket expels as it lifts off, headed into the clear blue sky. It soars overhead, flying effortlessly. He marvels for a moment – man can make things fly. One day, man will be able to make himself fly. Human kind is going higher, expanding into an as yet unknown universe. Someday, he may even go all the way to the stars, to touch and caress them as their light has done to the Earth for so long.
Alfons coughs, choking on his body’s rebellion, and doubts that he will live to see that day.
A Place To Sleep
She had taken shelter in the alleyway, finding a large cardboard box to duck into for some protection from the rain. The chilly night air was slowly turning her soaked hair to ice, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“Brother…” She heard a voice call softly. A pair of dark boots came into view, and a loud cracking sound filled the air, shaking the world around her. She jumped, frightened, only to land on something surprisingly soft and dry.
“That’s all we can do for it, Al.”
The kitten drifted off as the first replied softly, “I understand, Brother.”
White Lies
Trisha often tells herself that her husband will be home soon. She can imagine him coming over the mountain even now, stopping to spend the night a mere day’s walk away. He will start to travel at first light, perhaps stopping to help an injured animal or play a game with a child in the forest. He will arrive home with that soft smile on his face, just in time to eat dinner.
The next night, Trisha carefully puts away the leftovers and begins to tell herself anew that surely tomorrow will be the day he comes back to her.
Bare Foot
When he wakes up, the first thing that he can see is his feet. They look different. Not that they look different from what he remembers – he doesn’t actually remember what they should have looked like – but rather that they look different from one another. One is light and pale, like the rest of him. The other is darker, a rosier skin tone.
When he notices that one of his arms doesn’t quite match, either, and that the two limbs that mismatch his body match one another perfectly, he jealously wonders who has the limbs that should have been his.
Beautiful Thing
Lust is dazzling. The first time Gluttony sees her, all he can think is that it would be wrong to eat her. He can’t remember ever having thought that before.
He knows what he is. His vices are etched into his very skin, covering his bones with added bulk more obvious even than his ouroboros tattoo. He is unsurprised that she feels nothing for him.
She does surprise him one way, though.
“Come, Gluttony.” She says, and her voice is liquid honey. It oozes through his ears, filling a place he hadn’t realized was empty.
She lets him follow her.
Darkness
Cain Fuery glanced back and forth between Breda and Havoc for what had to have been the twentieth time that day. Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye had been engaged in covert conversation for the better part of an hour before the Lieutenant had stormed out. Hawkeye didn’t usually storm anywhere.
When a small child with golden-blond hair showed up two weeks later, the group of Mustang underlings could tell by the set of Hawkeye’s jaw that she disapproved of whatever Mustang had planned.
They only wished they knew what his plans were, so they could help whoever deserved the support.
Blurry Eyes
Maes had never seen the world clearly. Glasses had been part of his life since childhood, a constantly needed companion to keep things in focus. His camera obsession had come from his glasses – lens focusing images fascinated him.
More fascinating, though – the lens weren’t working. He had seen Ross’s impersonator die. Whoever it wasn’t shouldn’t be alive. Shouldn’t be standing before him. Shouldn’t be creating a mole where there hadn’t been one before. Shouldn’t be…
Maes blinked to clear his vision, but his eyes never opened. The focusing power of his glasses couldn’t help him.
He slumped to the ground.
Rainy Night
Riza bites her lip as she stares at the approaching clouds. They speak ominously of rain, of the water which can destroy her colonel’s fire in an instant. On nights like this, he needs someone by his side, to guard his back and to make sure that no harm comes to him. He never did have the sense to stay indoors when the weather took a turn for the worse.
Objectively, it doesn’t matter anyway. He is safely off in parts unknown, has been since he learned of Edward’s disappearance.
She isn’t surprised that knowing that makes the storm worse.
Countdown
“Five!”
Roy closes his eyes.
“Four!”
He regrets not being able to draw the country from its path to war. The Fuhrer’s decisions will destroy them, but there is nothing Roy can do any more.
“Three!”
He prays that those under his command will be kept safe by his plea agreement. Nothing will force the government to obey it after he is gone, and relying on honor is a dubious choice.
“Two!”
He hopes Edward and Alphonse are all right, wherever they are.
“One!”
He wonders if Riza will forgive him.
BAM!
There is pain, and the world goes black.
Eternity
Alone in the underground city, Ed drew the only thing that came to mind. When the transmutation circle had finally formed on the ground, he stared at it for only a moment before dipping a finger in a nearby pool of his blood. With his flesh and blood right hand, he drew the design upon his chest.
He stared at it. Would Al want this?
Did it matter what Al wanted?
No, not now. At the end of all things, it didn’t matter.
Contented, the Fullmetal Alchemist nodded to himself as he activated the array and stepped forward into eternity.