[drabble] FMA: Conversation Hearts

[ickaimp]

Roy keeps picking on Ed. o_O;;

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Ed noticed the candy tray sitting at the corner of Colonel Mustang’s desk and blinked “I wouldn’t take you as the type to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

”Hmm?” Mustang raised an eyebrow. “Oh, the Candy Conversation Hearts?”

”Yeah.” Ed smirked.. “Getting soft in your old age?”

”Hardly.” Mustang smiled genteelly back. “Hughes’ wife gave everyone a bag of those candies. In fact, I have yours here.”

”Really?” Ed brightened as Mustang retrieved a ribbon topped bag from a drawer and tossed it at him. Ed caught it and spilled the candies into on hand.

WHAT’S UP

SMALL TALK

DRESS UP

”MUSTANG!!!!”

-fin-

Mustang prepared a bag of Conversation Hearts specifically for Ed. ^___^ How Sweet

Inspired by rooting around our sugar shelf for something sweet and finding a 2 year old bag of Conversation Hearts.
The first one we pull out?
"Small Talk"
'What's up?" was the second.
After we stopped laughing, we dumped out the bag and discovered many "My Girl Friend" hearts and a few "My Boy Friend" hearts.
We ignored those and found the 'Dress Up" one, which we promptly ate upon putting it in the drabble. ^___^

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[summercloud.livejournal.com]

I wrote you a drabble, to thank you for getting me into MK fics. I'm not sure if it's any good, but I figured I'd give it to you anyway. I'm also posting it on my lj.

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"Purple"

“When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red had that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.”

~*~

I found him on the roof, leaning against the fence, knees drawn up to his chest.

He wasn’t smiling.

“Kaito, are you okay?” I knelt beside him, studying his face.

He didn’t even try to grin for me. I eyed him, worried, as I settled beside him, shoulders and arms and legs touching lightly.

“Kaito, what’s wrong?”

He stared ahead, eyes blank, for so long that I thought he wasn’t going to answer.

“I’ll never wear purple.” His voice was rusty; I jumped, startled.

“‘When I am old, I shall wear purple.’” Kaito laughed bitterly. “Aoko, I’m never going to be old.”

I frowned. “Is this one of those things you can’t tell me?”

He nodded. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine a world without Kaito in it.

I couldn’t.

I leaned into him, holding him up, letting him hold me up. My hand found his; he watched silently as I laced our fingers together. I felt something loosen inside me when he didn’t pull away.

“Let’s wear purple together.”

For a long moment he stared silently at our joined hands, our intertwined fingers. Then his hand tightened on mine, and the world started again.

“I’d like that.” Then he turned to me, grin lighting up his face, eyes dancing. “Maybe we should start practicing now?”

I turned my head so he could see the purple teardrops dangling from my ears. “I’m already way ahead of you,” I informed him haughtily.

He just laughed, and my own grin grew in return.

Everything would be alright.

~*~

“But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.”

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I have this picture in my mind, of Aoko and Kaito leaning back against the fence on the roof, Aoko showing off her purple earrings, and both of them laughing.

Thank you!

Re: drabble gift

[ickaimp.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow... *stares in shock*
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!! Thank you so very much!! ((TACKLE GLOMPS!))
May I please put it up on Mischif.net under Treasure?!
*bounces*
That is just such a sweet story... wow. XD Thank you!

Re: drabble gift

[summercloud.livejournal.com]

Feel free to post it! I'd be honored.

^_^

Glad you liked it.