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HoS: Superstitious
Set after "First Day of Spring" dealing with the tradition that I-thought-I-made-up-but-didn't-really (which still freaks me out)
Superstitious
Riza had fallen asleep on the couch again.
Roy shook his head and carefully shifted the pregnant woman into a more comfortable position. The males of the house unanimously decided to leave the room so they could continue their discussion without waking her.
As they walked into the library, Roy felt his eyes fall on a dried garland lovingly mounted on the wall. It had been well over three months since the Elric brothers had presented it to Riza. The Flame Alchemist spoke his next words without thought. “I never though of you as the superstitious kind.”
Ed frowned at the comment. It took him a few minutes to figure out what Roy meant. “Oh.”
“He’s right,” Masuta observed. He had long ago noted Ed’s tendency to ignore traditions. At first he had thought the older Elric simply hadn’t been aware of them in his old world, but Ed had done it several times here as well. And the alchemist was a self proclaimed atheist.
“Father didn’t believe in it either at first,” Alphonse looked wishful.
Masuta raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t give one to your mother?”
“Oh he did,” Al smiled remembering. “Mother used to show them to us. They were some of her favorite possessions.”
“Then-”
“We could’ve had an older sister you know.” Three dark eyes turned in shock to Ed. “Adora Elric.”
Al looked solemn. “Mother miscarried. After that…”
“It might be silly,” Ed stared at the garland, “but it’s worth a little work for peace of mind.”
“I’m sorry,” Roy apologized.
“Not your fault. Sometimes I wonder-” What if things had been different? What if Adora had survived? What if they hadn’t been alone when their mother died? Ed shook his head. “Never mind. It’s not important. Now, what were you saying about the spy network?”
Note: Adora is Latin, meaning Beloved One. Trisha is also Latin, meaning of noble descent.
Hm, thats the end of stuff I had written for HoS on the file. Will have to go write more
Superstitious
Riza had fallen asleep on the couch again.
Roy shook his head and carefully shifted the pregnant woman into a more comfortable position. The males of the house unanimously decided to leave the room so they could continue their discussion without waking her.
As they walked into the library, Roy felt his eyes fall on a dried garland lovingly mounted on the wall. It had been well over three months since the Elric brothers had presented it to Riza. The Flame Alchemist spoke his next words without thought. “I never though of you as the superstitious kind.”
Ed frowned at the comment. It took him a few minutes to figure out what Roy meant. “Oh.”
“He’s right,” Masuta observed. He had long ago noted Ed’s tendency to ignore traditions. At first he had thought the older Elric simply hadn’t been aware of them in his old world, but Ed had done it several times here as well. And the alchemist was a self proclaimed atheist.
“Father didn’t believe in it either at first,” Alphonse looked wishful.
Masuta raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t give one to your mother?”
“Oh he did,” Al smiled remembering. “Mother used to show them to us. They were some of her favorite possessions.”
“Then-”
“We could’ve had an older sister you know.” Three dark eyes turned in shock to Ed. “Adora Elric.”
Al looked solemn. “Mother miscarried. After that…”
“It might be silly,” Ed stared at the garland, “but it’s worth a little work for peace of mind.”
“I’m sorry,” Roy apologized.
“Not your fault. Sometimes I wonder-” What if things had been different? What if Adora had survived? What if they hadn’t been alone when their mother died? Ed shook his head. “Never mind. It’s not important. Now, what were you saying about the spy network?”
Note: Adora is Latin, meaning Beloved One. Trisha is also Latin, meaning of noble descent.
Hm, thats the end of stuff I had written for HoS on the file. Will have to go write more
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Poor HoS... it'll be so quiet this week! XD Or are you still going to manage a drabble a day? Cause that would be hella impressive. ::nodnodnod::
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Sorry I keep bothering you on AIM in my boredom!
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Hence why I'm not on now. This way I at least get *some* work done. XDDDD
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Well, good luck with the work! :)
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I'm trying to hunt out some small fic ideas. They keep trying to be humongus. And Hime's challenge didn't help. That completely cut my writtting hours on Friday.
(she's afraid HoS is going to get bigger than A!S. Thats why she did that! *nods*)
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...not that I'm helping or anything. Er.
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And if you're really desperate for ideas, pick a couple numbers and I can throw you a few brief bunnies... and then when I write them too, we can create Martel et. al. ^.~ ::hides::
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*hopes Hime-sama isn't really po-ed*
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Do you mind doing Looking Glass / canon A!S drabbles? because it occurs to me that one of those could definitely be written in such a way as to make it canon-tastic.
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Really wish I could do canon A!S work myself, but none of my bunnies for that are original at all...! (okay, well one was, but I already posted it)
Write write!
*posts crack to the comm while speaking*
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In the meantime, here's Bunny #15, the bunny that everyone can enjoy - Roy angst! On the topic of your choice, set whenever... although this is *not* the bunny I've been talking around so far. ^.~
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Um, setting/topic? Take your choice:
Pre-HOS when Roy strongly suspected Ed was dead.
Ishbal-war, but not Rockbell.
Something about Ed.
Um, it's canon now in A!S that Roy knows Masuta died. Do something with that?
Surprise me! :)
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*wants to do a stat-post too. keep track of how many fics fall into the following categories:
a) Angst and melodrama
b) Humor and crack
c) Fluff and WAFF
d) Introspective and character pieces
e) Adult, smut, pervy, and Lemon
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