Ever since watching Fullmetal Alchemist, I've become hooked onto the series. (But a part of me still wishes to have heard the Japanese voices). And since I've been lurking in the FMA fandom for a while, I decided to finally join in with some drabbles/short fics!
This is the first FMA fic I've written, so I'd really like some constructive criticism to help me fix these.
First up, a more Winry-centric drabble, taking place in episode 17, House of the Waiting Family. G-PG.
It was getting late.
In her mind's eye, she could see herself, younger, playing in the fields, not a care in the world. And alongside her, would be a pair of blond brothers, with eyes that shone with all the happiness in the world.
Time changed things. They had no exception. Especially for those two, her friends.
No exception…
The mechanic squinted out the window into the darkness, the gentle Risembool night darkening the hills, and she could not discern the brothers' location.
She lingered back on the memory of childhood, where the three of them romped and played to their hearts content, laughing, and arguing (the arguing was usually between Ed and Winry, honestly, that boy's temper hadn't changed a bit over the years).
Other things changed, so much. It didn't feel like equivalent trade, the basis that Ed and Al devoted themselves too. Was it?
They often lost track of time, and when that happened, she could remember the boys' mother shining a light from their house. No matter what distance, the light shone on and on, to find the boys, and tell them to return home.
A part of her wondered.
They still hadn't come back, and she went upstairs, taking a lantern with her, until she was up on the balcony.
Winry leaned over the wooden railing, blue eyes taking in the landscape for any sign of the Elric brothers, and their escort, Major Armstrong.
She let the light shine on and on, to find the boys, and tell them to return home.
Come back home.
