I got struck with writer's block badly on my second Chapter of 'Sins of the Son'. T_T I was doing so well, and then I forgot how I'd intended to end one scene, and I know just how I want to write the rest of the chapter, but... I can't keep going unless I finish the scene, gawdangitt!
So I filled my block with drabbles to ensure that I don't go creatively stir-crazy in the mean time. Ed/Russel is a bit harder for me to envision scenarios for than it was for Al/Wrath. There were a lot more opportunities there, for post series and such.
I also decided to do the incredibly plot-stupid idea of a Russel x Ed x Ling triangle. I know, it's an anime!only character and a Manga!only character. But the bunny attacked me and threatened to bite my head off. *Sniffle*
(If you're wondering where Lan-Fan is in that drabble... don't worry, I love Lan-Fan... we'll just pretend she's off with Winry... getting automail. )
"Pass that crate up here, City Boy." The ladder borne teenager called down patronizingly.
"For the last time, I'm not a 'City Boy', dammit! I grew up in Rizenbul, for crying out loud!" Edward fumed, lugging the half full wooden crate of lemons over to the base of the tree from which Russel was perched.
"Tch. You still cart stuff around like a pansy," He commented snidely, rolling his eyes as he flicked a pesky wisp of hair from his face, and jumped down to take the box himself. Edward sneered as he watched the taller boy walk effortlessly back to his ladder toting the heavy box. It wasn't as though he wasn't strong enough, but carrying heavy boxes of produce was not among the list of things he generally employed his strength for, and unbeknownst to most people, it takes a certain amount of skill to not throw one's back out just lifting it improperly. Edward's knowledge of human anatomy as well as weight balance and center of gravity might have helped him if his pride hadn't taken over for his sensibility.
Ed ran a gloved hand along his forehead, his cheeks turning faintly red from the heat.
"S'matter? You're hot already?" Russel asked, noting Ed's exhausted behavior, "Really, if you insist on wearing that black coat in the summer sun, you're going to get heat stroke, City Boy."
"Shut up!" Ed spat, begrudgingly adding, "Like hell I'm going to give you the satisfaction of taking my clothes off in front of you." The Tringham boy snorted. (Ed hadn't meant for it to come out like that.)
"Don't worry, Shorty," Russel said, descending the ladder and hoisting the now full box of lemons, "You'll get used to the hard work eventually."
Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea for the young Tringham to walk away at that moment, knowing that even while inexperienced at picking lemons, Edward Elric knew a thing or two about aerodynamics and velocity.
That, and he was a very good shot.
He would have expected face paint. Or anything of a malicious nature for that matter. Granted, falling asleep in the study where that Tringham kid was nearby wasn't among the list of Edward's greatest ideas, but the room was stuffy, and he was so exhausted. Among the things he might have expected upon awakening were maybe a markered mustache, or his legs tied together with a hastily transmuted sofa cushion, but what he definitely did not expect was to awake being petted.
Before his brain began fully working, he actually smiled in his half-awake state, sighing contently like a purring kitten, until reality hit him like a brick wall as he realized there was actually someone there, stroking his hair fondly. The alarm bells really began to sound when he noted that the only two people who knew this weakness of his were Alphonse and his mother; One who was dead, and the other who had hands that... were definitely not this soft. His eyes followed the arm all the way up to it's owner and stared with absolute mortification at the younger alchemist, who stopped his scratching just long enough to grin michieviously.
Tringham! If his inner screams could have made him choke, he probably would, but by way of the wicked wiles he was restrained in, he couldn't drag himself out of the calm relaxation.
'Crap crap CRAP! This is so messed up! How did he know? Who told?' He was blushing a very distinct shade of vermillion as his body went limp, and he was asked,
"So, did you have a nice nap, shorty?"
Edward clenched his jaw. Russel was going to die for that one!
... in five more minutes...
He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. It was not only bad enough that he had been waiting, secretly missing Edward Elric for months, and was unabashedly excited for the Elrics' visit, but now he saw his Edward approaching, and there was this... ugly-faced boy clinging to him. It wasn't only the shameless display of affection that the spiky haired teen (Really, what kind of hairstyle was that? He looked like a gopher!) was showing, but the fact that Edward seemed to be letting him! He was actually tolerating the obnoxious kid's arm around his shoulder; he wasn't resisting, just blushing and looking away, as though he had once had a problem with it, and finally gave in. How dare he? How dare they? He was enraged. So enraged. (If it were not for his rage, he might have observed that there was also a perfectly restored Alphonse returning as well, but Fletcher seemed to be excited enough for the both of them on that matter.)
Ling was his name, so he learned that evening, as he glared over the dinner table at the way too confident face, and nearly drove his steak knife through the plate. Ling? What kind of a name is Ling? Honestly, who could stand to be with a person named Ling?
He finally approached the idiot, ready to fight to the death for Edward's honor.
"What do you think you're doing with my Edward?"
Ling was shocked for a second at the sudden confrontation.
"Your Edward? What makes him 'your' Edward?" He asked skeptically, "And what am I doing with him? Well, nothing at the moment."
"Don't play dumb!" Russel snapped, backing Ling against the wall, "I've known Ed far longer than you have. He wouldn't possibly be happy with someone who looks like a... like a... rodent!" He couldn't think of any other insults at the moment.
"Ohhh," Ling grinned slyly, "Is that what this is about?" He cracked his eyes open to glare at the uneasy alchemist in front of him.
"You don't scare me with your evil eyes!" Russel snapped.
"Hm hm hm... Yes, 'evil eyes'. That's what he said at first too. Funny how people change," He broke away and gave a sneaky smirk, "Sorry to dissappoint you, but I will win the shrimp's heart. No contest."
Russel's anger boiled, as he watched the bastard stride confidently away.
"Who do you think you are?! The goddamn prince of Xing?!"
Ling snapped around and nodded quickly.