A/N: This is one of the prompts I did on my tumblr with one of my old fandoms-Fullmetal Alchemist and I thought it was pretty good. So I should put that up for your reading pleasure. Spoilers for the ending for FMA Brotherhood!
The world seems to pause for a second. A minute. A month. A year. No, much longer. Hohenheim thought quietly. He just knelt down quietly at Trisha's grave. There is peace enveloped in his heart at last. He is just damn tired of carrying many screaming souls in his body. He could feel the slow crumble in his body,perhaps memories of what lives did the citizens of Xerxes lived by,maybe it was a child running through the market, a mother looking through the baby's first smile. A man making his pilgrimage from the comforts of home. A son's experience of attending school. Precious moments,useless . Their dreams like the broken glasses, the ruins Hohenheim which he searched desperately for that cure. He wanted to be free again. He becomes the slave,the originator,the creator of ghastly creatures reaping off humanity like locusts on the field.
He could try to recall that little moment in time when he was once nameless. He opened the gates of hell and he just wandered alone. He just wandered and wandered. He is often alone. Alone become the chains in his body. He tried to rip himself off from goodness,like the oozing pus in his wounds. Surely humanity has no pureness or good.
That fateful early morning,the stares of his two young sons,pure from the corruption and heaviness. He left wandering to be with humanity,it becomes tiresome. It becomes heavy.
Honor made you leave.
True that scars are created for his sons,all children of fallen Icarus. All living in the sin and bitterness of their father,repeating that cycle of redemption to search for a cure. A disease that corrupted humanity. The memory of the covered photograph hiding sadness and loneliness,an absent figure that haunted the Elric household.
And honor brought you back. Hohenheim thought wistfully as he bowed to her grave,standing still as the other epitaphs. Perhaps she is smiling right now,holding her gentle . No more wandering. No staring by the stars,no observing flowers bleeding to the ground. No voices screaming in his head.
He is free.
He just drifted into a beautiful dream,for one moment he could hear Trisha's voice,he could feel the leaves brushing in her hair,the smell of flowers dancing through his nostrils. Her warm eyes waiting eagerly.
"Welcome home-"
It was enough for the wanderer to be settled at home.
Peace at last.