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[Oct.2] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Giving In
Title: Giving In
Day/Theme: And thus spring begins
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Roy/Winry, names are not mentioned
Rating: PG
***
He stands on her doorstep. Flowers seem out of place in his hand, but they are a better option than candies. He knocks briskly, hoping that she had left and he could return to his self-imposed confinement until the next year. However, the sound of her light footsteps tells him that there is no escape.
The door opens.
She stands silent, looking at him for a moment that lasts a lifetime. Then she takes the flowers from his hand - still not saying a word - and opens the door wider, gesturing for him to come in.
She does not ask him stupid questions like "Why?" and "How?" and "Are you insane?" because she knows the answers already and probably better than he does himself.
Instead, she puts the flowers into the vase - beautiful metal goblet-like piece that he is sure she had made herself - and puts a kettle on the stove.
"I was wrong," he says finally, unable to stand the silence. She nods, but says nothing. "I did run away, and that was cowardly."
It is a big admission for him but she takes it in a stride, as if she expects nothing less.
She puts a cup in front of him and sits down on a chair across the table from him, her head propped by her small strong hands.
"I am glad you came," she states simply and thus spring begins.
Day/Theme: And thus spring begins
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Roy/Winry, names are not mentioned
Rating: PG
***
He stands on her doorstep. Flowers seem out of place in his hand, but they are a better option than candies. He knocks briskly, hoping that she had left and he could return to his self-imposed confinement until the next year. However, the sound of her light footsteps tells him that there is no escape.
The door opens.
She stands silent, looking at him for a moment that lasts a lifetime. Then she takes the flowers from his hand - still not saying a word - and opens the door wider, gesturing for him to come in.
She does not ask him stupid questions like "Why?" and "How?" and "Are you insane?" because she knows the answers already and probably better than he does himself.
Instead, she puts the flowers into the vase - beautiful metal goblet-like piece that he is sure she had made herself - and puts a kettle on the stove.
"I was wrong," he says finally, unable to stand the silence. She nods, but says nothing. "I did run away, and that was cowardly."
It is a big admission for him but she takes it in a stride, as if she expects nothing less.
She puts a cup in front of him and sits down on a chair across the table from him, her head propped by her small strong hands.
"I am glad you came," she states simply and thus spring begins.