Disclaimer: FMA isn't mine. :(
Song: Save Your Scissors - City and Colour
And I'll keep on running,
this never ending race...
and maybe next time,
will be the right time...
He looks out of place in the shabby surroundings. The old, worn out sofa, the patchy carpet, the faded wallpaper. The spider webs in the corners, the veins of cracks in the window, the water rings on the coffee table.
In contrast, his military uniform is crisp and blue, the buttons shining like new, the thick material not faded or worn in a single spot; it suited him.
It makes her sad to realize this, because he had once belonged here, with her.
He stands out, even in the dim, yellow lamplight of the kitchen. His dark hair makes his pale skin stand out in a good way, his dark eyes are brooding and mysterious and he has finally grown into his strong jaw line. The contrast is nice and his smile is confident, easy, outgoing. He looks handsome, as young as he still is, as she always knew he would. He has become a leader, in the years since he left. The time away has been good for him; he is healthier, stronger, taller. He looks older than his eighteen years.
In contrast, she seems to have managed to blend into her surroundings better than ever. Her blonde hair is light and her pale skin makes her seem wispier than usual, as though a good breeze could blow her away. Her brown eyes are the same color as the dusty floorboards, her lips a pale pink that he isn't used to after being surrounded by the women of Central with their dark, red lipstick and flashing smiles. Her white button up shirt has seen plenty of years and has long ago lost that starched, crisp white color to a yellowing, aged almost creamy white, the color of old paper. One of the buttons does not match. She too looks older than her fifteen years, though not in the same way.
They sit and eat in silence, weighted down with what they have seen of the world.
He has seen the glamorous parts of the world; the cities with their towering buildings and easy comforts, the wealth and the things that it can bring you, the subtle elegance of those who move in the higher circles.
She has seen the wild, untamed parts of the world; the breathtaking views from the mountains in the morning, the look on an old mans face when he finally realizes he is dying, the way the rain always comes when you most need to cry.
They are both older, wiser for the things they have seen.
They are still dreamers, with naive hopes and impossible wishes.
I am one hundred percent satisfied with this. I started with two other things before I came up with this, but it was worth it. :)