San: Whoot! My first FMA drabble! Ceelebrate good times, come on!
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Anyways, I wrote this during art class, and typed it too. God, I am such a slacker 8D. This idea popped into my head this morning, strangely. The scenes and words just played into my head.
And for those who read my fic "In before The Fables", I have the first chapter drafted. I just need to type it and get it beta'd… oi…
Anyhow, without further ado… voila!
R E Q U E S T
"Please, Winry,"
His eyes, piercing, pleading, and gold. Her hands were tightly clasped in his. He stared her straight in the eyes, pale amber begging blue ones.
She shifted uncomfortably, her head turning away. "Ed, I can't…"
"Winry!" he exclaimed, and she didn't dare look at him again; she feared she just might give in. No, enough was enough; she could not do this again. This had to stop.
"No."
"Why not?" his flesh hand gently but firmly grasped her chin, to make her look at him again. As if he thought his mere gaze would hypnotize her, as if he knew that, it had worked all those times in the past.
But it wouldn't work anymore. Giving a difficult sigh, Winry wrenched herself away from the gold haired boy, wincing as he gave a small noise of hurt. A small growl then emitted from his throat.
"Why can't you stop being so difficult?!" he snapped, his voice desperate, making her cringe slightly. "Come on Winry, I need this! I need you-"
"I can't do this anymore! It's not right!" she yelled, cutting him off with her stressing voice. Her head had turned to the side again. Edward sighed, exasperated. Why did she have to be like this?
"God dammit Winry, just make me the damn stew!"
"No, Edward! We've had stew everyday for the past week. We're having pasta tonight and that's it!"
F I N
San: Well? Bet you guys weren't expecting that whole cheesy totally predictable turnout, huh? Anyways, reviews make me a happy gal, and makes me want to write more EdWinry (hinthintnudgenudge) and constructive criticism is much appreciated, like whoa.