Author's Note! Alas. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, but it'd be nifty if I did. I decided I wanted to just..write stuff. I asked a friend of mine to give me a prompt, and that's what this first fic is based on--the prompt 'sky'. I told her I wanted to write something Hawkeye and Mustang centric, and so...she just said use them ;;
I'm taking requests! Give as much or little detail as you want! I'll give anything a shot, but there are characters of whom I'm not sure I could grasp. I'll try to write somethign for every request I'm given.
Prompt: Sky
Lieutenant Hawkeye was looking upwards, head tilted back and eyes drooping slightly shut. The sky was gray, clouds filling with precipitation. It was going to rain, she noted quietly, yawning. She did not particularly enjoy the rain. What should be cloudless skies, filled with dark clouds, warning to spill over—it reminded her of the threat of tears, something she was acutely aware of while waiting at the train station.
Quite honestly, she had missed her train, twice already, actually. She had stood on this same platform, and watched the train go by. The first one, she pretended to be waiting for someone, and feigned surprise when the 'person' she was waiting for didn't get off. The second train came and went, and she crossed her arms, grumbling in how she let this one pass her as well.
So, as she waited for the third train to pull into the station, she found herself wondering if she would ever muster the courage to get on said train. At any rate, she pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, wishing she had thought to bring gloves to keep the chill out of her hands. She worried about the effectiveness of her weapons in such inhospitable weather.
Hawkeye looked up dimly at the sky, taking in the cloudy gray. She could hear a train pulling into the station, and smirked slightly to herself. No, she was not going to be getting on this train either, no matter how desperately she wanted to.
Swallowing thickly, she closed her eyes, feeling rain patter on her face. "I hate the rain," she declared to nobody in particular.
Eyes snapped open when the rain suddenly stopped, but the sound of pattering did not. She was staring directly up into an inky black eye, and amber eyes widened, sitting immediately upright.
"That's strange, Lieutenant. I happen to hate the rain, as well."