Title: Eating breakfast
Style: Drabble
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi themes
This is, in part, inspired by Yandoryn's 'Coffee and Snuggles' fic. Originally I swore I would only ever write RoyEd as a crack pairing, so thus I put them in this situation and threw in several more crackish pairings.
However, this breakfast fic got shortened drastically, doesn't contain much RoyEd at all and spawned a mini-trilogy which looks at each of the so called 'crackish' pairings.
So go ahead. Enjoy my first official attempt at writing RoyEd. (Even though I publish this only now after publishing three RoyEds.)
"Why," a ruffled looking Roy Mustang asked the awake looking blonde in front of him, "do you have to eat that," he paused, "when we have muesli and toast." He waved his cup of coffee at him while munching on his own breakfast.
Edward looked up from his bowl of cornflakes. "I've always had it."
"But there's food like bacon and eggs, pancakes and toast."
"So?" Ed dug his spoon back into the bowl of cornflakes. "I like them."
"And what's so wrong with muesli? It's healthier and it's more filling."
"I said I don't like it."
Roy leaned his chin on his propped up hands. "I wonder why that is... Maybe you had a bad experience with it once. You know, all sorts of irrational fears start when you're very young."
"You don't have cereal, yet you have it in your cupboard. Besides," Ed flicked his spoon at the older man, "cornflakes have always been my cereal while muesli's been Al's. We'd get into fights when we were little about what we'd eat in the mornings."
"Your mother wouldn't prepare your breakfast?" Roy raised his eyebrow quizzically.
The blonde paused before answering, the spoon resting against his chin as he looked down at the table in memory. "She would, usually. But there were days we'd get up earlier than her and we'd head down to the kitchen. Me and Alphonse would always argue over which cereal we'd have. Al would always want muesli and I'd always want cornflakes." He dug for another spoonful of soggy cornflakes, slurping at them before grinning at his older companion. "We'd end up waking her and she'd make us toast and eggs. Kind of like what you sometimes have." A smile was shared between the two before Roy sipped at his coffee.
"So, what did you have when you didn't wake up early?"
Ed paused, chewing his breakfast. Gulping he said, "We'd get our favourite. Muesli for Al and cornflakes for me. Mom would have toast and tea after she had laid out our breakfast. Kind of like you, only without the coffee."
"Poor woman. Never knew what she was missing out on." He froze, the coffee cup halfway between table and lips, as he realised that maybe the comment wasn't the most sensible one to have said and quickly changed to something else.
"You'll need to put on warm clothing today. It's snowing."
Edward looked absently out the window as he carried his cereal-less bowl of milk to the sink. "Yeah, my automail always contracts in the cold..." He stood at the sink gazing at the falling flakes for a worrying amount of time.
"I'm sorry if I brought up any unpleasant memories." Roy hurriedly apologised, thinking he had offended him.
Ed turned to face him, a slight smile on his face. "Mom never really liked bitter things, so it's no big deal." He walked over to Roy's seat. "She wouldn't have missed it. But," goldenrod eyes focused on dark ones, "I quite like the taste of coffee."
Edward's lips descended onto their coffee flavoured target.