Any length and form, from drabble to epic story, or poem, Haiku, or whatever the form that strikes your FMA fancy. You can use any FMA character(s) or scenes/settings from any FMA series.
# Theme (Optional): If you'd like, pick one from the following themes and write accordingly: [Family, Together, Trust, Friendship, Promise, Secret, Sacrifice, Immortal, Truth behind the truth, "All is one, one is all"]
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Edward smiled as he leafed through the photo book that had arrived as a brown parcel in his mailbox that morning. It was from Winry and Aunt Pinako – a bittersweet reminder of his home back in Risembool. Being a dog of the military had turned out much lonelier than Edward had expected. Apart from Al, or that conceited buttface Mustang, there weren't very many people that he felt he could talk to. His evenings were mostly spent leafing through alchemy books, and sloppily writing down notes on slips of parchment. He smiled as he came across a picture of the three of them – Winry, Al, and himself, next to the river and all covered in mud. Winry appeared to be in the act of rubbing more mud into Ed's already filthy hair, the both of them laughing hardily. Winry was so different than the other girls in Risembool. He found himself thinking as he gazed at the photo. Full of piss and vinegar, that's for sure. As he thought this, he absentmindedly let his fingers brush across the scar on his left shoulder, from when they were eight and she had thrown an easy bake oven at him. He felt the nostalgia coming but didn't try to stop it; instead letting it wash over him like a warm bath. Images and memories darted through his mind: How excited she had been when Ed and his family had first moved into their little house on the hill, crayon drawings under the apple tree that years later got struck down by lightning, making paper boats and sending them down the river, Ed's first schoolyard scuffle which resulted in Winry patiently handing him cotton balls to stem the steady flow of blood coming from his nose, after her parents had died and he could do nothing but hold her while she shook, the first time he asked for automail, and she had given him an apologetic glance with every painful turn of the wrench. It was here that he drifted back to the dimly lit room and worn photos that was reality. He allowed himself to gaze at the picture in front of him for a few more moments before closing the book and gently pushing it towards the back of his desk. He turned off the flickering lap and made his way to bed in darkness, his mind still swelling with memories. His head hit the pillow, and he gazed thoughtfully at the dark ceiling up above. Stuff happens, and time stops for nobody. He thought to himself. We just have each other. At this he rolled over and closed his eyes, welcoming sleep.
And that's all we really need.
So this turned out a tad sappier than I meant it to, but eh, c'est la vie. xD It's what you get when I try to write fanfiction when I really should be asleep. Anyway, I quite enjoyed writing this. C: I hope you like it too? edit: oh, and I started writing this thinking the theme was going to be friendship? ? I'm not really sure if it sticks throughout, but anyway yeah. I'm going to bed. \o/