To Linger.
To Linger: (verb) to wait for a time instead of going. Hohenheim X Trisha
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA- Arakawa-sensei does. I'd seriously kill to be her! XDD... imagine... I'd have invented Envy! oo kawaii! 3
A streak of fire crosses the horizon from North to South, the clouds seem set on fire. Darkness starts to linger, over the farms, the crops, the houses, barns, cattle, town, people, dew. Him.
Her eyes, of a twentythree-year-old, scrutinize the distance, her eyes, of a calm sky blue, search for him, just for him, amidst the evergreen grass, the cerulean forget-me-nots, ablazed, in thousands of shades of orange that in truth are the same color.
She ambles, her sandals getting tainted with the dust of the empty side street. And she searches for him, with her azure gaze fixed in the distance, in the sunset horizon, waiting for any slight trace of a distortion that tells her that he is there, after such a long wait... but he isn't, yet.
She lets out a sigh, a contented sigh, because she knows that, in any moment, his tall, impecable frame will appear, painted against the distant backcloth that is the dusk sky. She closes her eyes, taking some minutes to imagine him walking towards her, smiling, for her, perhaps holding a bouquet of flowers. Or a box of chocolates. Or perhaps, a ring, a wedding ring. Her imagination wanders... she would like a child. Or two. And she'd be the happiest woman in that quiet, lazy town. She would name one after her father. He could name the other one... the first one. Then life would be perfect. In her lips, a smile forms. A peaceful, pleased smile.
She opens her sky blue eyes to be greeted by a mirage. Her lips part, her smile widens into a soft grin. His silhouette is carved gently against the embers of the twilight. And she lets out another sigh, of happiness, as his features being taking consistence, as his firm footsteps take him nearer and nearer, into her open, welcoming arms. She lets out what sounds like the start of a light, fresh laugh, and his arms circle her waist, his lips whisper softly, next to her ear, a single, meaningful 'I missed you'. She just smiles, hugs him back and smiles. She says she has missed him too. She also says that now that he is back, there is no reason for him to leave again. That their lives can be one, and be perfect. Forever.
And he makes a promise to her, under that dying fire that became the dusk, that he'll be with her, forever. And she believes. She believes, even if she hasn't failed to catch the moment in which his voice wavered.
She wants to believe, and so does he. Even if, deeply, he doesn't.
Both of them look forward and look on: from afar, the two of them seem to be only one person. The horizon becomes, slowly, star-specked. She puts her heart in his hands. He forges a smile, a sad smile. She smiles back.
Darkness starts to linger.
Ok... I wrote a fic about the most... obvious couple in FMA: Van Hohenheim and Trisha Elric. But, don't tell me it couldn't have passed as EdxWin! XDDD. The idea for this fic had literally 'lingered' in my head for a good while until I decided to shape it. There is an interesting thing going between Hohenheim and Trisha, so I will perhaps make another fic about them soon. I was planning on including Envy in it, too.