Her:
She masks her homesickness with a smile as she roams the enemy motherland.
A faithful demon dogs her every step. Her closest friend now only carries a sword for those really desperate situations. And all of the luggage still.
Her uniform itches, but she has learned in the subsequent years that it's better to dress modestly. And what she loses in mobility is more than made up for with the amount of weapons she can now hide.
She tries not to hate the people following the wrong shepherd.
She does her job not for any government, but for the people.
Him:
Be thou for the people.
A different world, but the government still sucks. And he still lives by that rule. He has lost so much- he figures that as long as he doesn't obtain anything too permanent, his brother is finally safe.
And if he never sees his father again, so much the better.
Though he misses the Bastard (Colonel, whatever) and the rest of them.
But he is where he is. He has his brother and his alchemy. And he can still help people.
He is content. Or so he tells himself.
Still, he's just the teeniest bit bored.
Them:
Two blondes walk into a bar. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.
If only, weep the regulars.
Two voices raised in argument, a crackle of blue, followed by the clash of steel.
Two crazy grins of relief-of finally, finally letting loose.
Two identical sighs from companions too accustomed to this sort of chaos. Already, they're apologizing to the barkeeper, and starting to drag their respective partners away.
They go different ways at the door. Each blonde content with the night's work. And that they would never see each other again. They should've known better than to test Fate.
There will be a part 2 coming...sometime.
A/N: Just a quick thing I had on my mind and wanted to post.
Cheers.