Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters. The
title is taken from the second last line of the Swedish version of William
H. Herndon's poem in Spoon River by Edgar Lee Master. It means 'By My
Window'. The poem itself doesn't have anything to do with the story, but I
like it so I felt random and named this story after it.
Notes: My FmA muse has been active lately, I guess. I was going to write GW, because there's only one chappy left of Rituals, but there's always tomorrow, I guess. I hope the grammar isn't too bad.
This drabble is based on something that happened that my Mom loves to tell us three children about. Just change Ed to my older sister and Al to my older brother and this story is mostly, true. (I'm the youngest and came later. Blah.)
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Vid Mitt Fönster – A Drabble by Maaya
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Trisha Elric was blessed with two wonderful children. In her eyes they were perfect, because no matter what they did, managed to do and didn't, they were *her* children. She knew, of course, that they were no angels; Edward was the most mischievous child she had met in a long time (but with a heart of gold) and Alphonse tended to help his brother with whatever Ed came up with. They fought a lot, mostly over stupid things like who'd get the last biscuit, and came home covered in mud after having played in mud a whole day. But no matter what they did, they were young boys - and her children - so Trisha loved them. Just like they were.
After all, they had had so many golden moments together. Trisha remembered how Alphonse, probably after having seen a romantic movie, told Trisha that he loved her. Or when Edward could sometimes tiredly fall asleep in her lap, one small hand resting on his tummy and mouth wide open. She would wonder what the child dreamed of, smiling fondly as she moved him to his own bed and tucked him in. Surely, his dreams were as carefree as the grin covering his whole face during the day?
Today, she and her two sons had been to the fair together. The boys had run from one place to another until she thought it was a wonder they had any energy left when they walked home again, proudly posing with their new balloons, filled with helium to make them fly. They had fought over who would get the only blue balloon left until Trisha had bought two green instead. (Neither had wanted a red or a pink, because those were girly colours.) Soon, they had forgotten all about the blue balloon, happy as they were about their green ones.
Trisha sat inside the house by the table to top and tail gooseberries, and at the same time kept track of her sons through the window, where they were still playing with their balloons. Most probably, they were hoping that Winry would come by and admire them.
When she had her eyes on the gooseberry in her fingers, something green suddenly caught her attention as it flew upwards, caught in wind. A quick look on the ground told her that it had been Alphonse who had dropped his - the small boy's face was contorted in a brave try to keep the tears at bay. But even through the window, Trisha swore she could see the lower lip tremble violently.
Edward saw too. He stared thoughtfully for a couple of seconds with a childish frown in place, and before his mom had a chance to realize what would happen, he had raised his hand over his head and let go of his balloon too.
Both boys watched sadly as the green balloon was caught in the wind and slowly disappeared far away. Then the older brother got his grin back (it was weak, but a grin nonetheless), grabbed Alphonse's hand, and pulled his little brother away to play with Den, the puppy, who came toddling on the road.
Trisha smiled and returned to the gooseberries.
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The End
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C&C is welcome, as always!
I'm not sure if you can find gooseberries in USA, but I needed *something*.
Notes: My FmA muse has been active lately, I guess. I was going to write GW, because there's only one chappy left of Rituals, but there's always tomorrow, I guess. I hope the grammar isn't too bad.
This drabble is based on something that happened that my Mom loves to tell us three children about. Just change Ed to my older sister and Al to my older brother and this story is mostly, true. (I'm the youngest and came later. Blah.)
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Vid Mitt Fönster – A Drabble by Maaya
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Trisha Elric was blessed with two wonderful children. In her eyes they were perfect, because no matter what they did, managed to do and didn't, they were *her* children. She knew, of course, that they were no angels; Edward was the most mischievous child she had met in a long time (but with a heart of gold) and Alphonse tended to help his brother with whatever Ed came up with. They fought a lot, mostly over stupid things like who'd get the last biscuit, and came home covered in mud after having played in mud a whole day. But no matter what they did, they were young boys - and her children - so Trisha loved them. Just like they were.
After all, they had had so many golden moments together. Trisha remembered how Alphonse, probably after having seen a romantic movie, told Trisha that he loved her. Or when Edward could sometimes tiredly fall asleep in her lap, one small hand resting on his tummy and mouth wide open. She would wonder what the child dreamed of, smiling fondly as she moved him to his own bed and tucked him in. Surely, his dreams were as carefree as the grin covering his whole face during the day?
Today, she and her two sons had been to the fair together. The boys had run from one place to another until she thought it was a wonder they had any energy left when they walked home again, proudly posing with their new balloons, filled with helium to make them fly. They had fought over who would get the only blue balloon left until Trisha had bought two green instead. (Neither had wanted a red or a pink, because those were girly colours.) Soon, they had forgotten all about the blue balloon, happy as they were about their green ones.
Trisha sat inside the house by the table to top and tail gooseberries, and at the same time kept track of her sons through the window, where they were still playing with their balloons. Most probably, they were hoping that Winry would come by and admire them.
When she had her eyes on the gooseberry in her fingers, something green suddenly caught her attention as it flew upwards, caught in wind. A quick look on the ground told her that it had been Alphonse who had dropped his - the small boy's face was contorted in a brave try to keep the tears at bay. But even through the window, Trisha swore she could see the lower lip tremble violently.
Edward saw too. He stared thoughtfully for a couple of seconds with a childish frown in place, and before his mom had a chance to realize what would happen, he had raised his hand over his head and let go of his balloon too.
Both boys watched sadly as the green balloon was caught in the wind and slowly disappeared far away. Then the older brother got his grin back (it was weak, but a grin nonetheless), grabbed Alphonse's hand, and pulled his little brother away to play with Den, the puppy, who came toddling on the road.
Trisha smiled and returned to the gooseberries.
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The End
***
C&C is welcome, as always!
I'm not sure if you can find gooseberries in USA, but I needed *something*.
