"write a drabble that begins and ends with the word pie, and does not use the word anywhere else. And make it be an evil pie. and a slashy drabble." that was the challenge i was given yesterday. this is what happened. enjoy -fireun
"Pie." Roy's nose twitched, trying to interpret the sensory information he was receiving. It smelled almost right, savory, sugary, but for some reason, slightly…off. There was some taint, some sort of culinary incorrectness that was plaguing the interest and appreciation striving to bloom.
It had been such a long time since lunch…
Roy opened the door of his apartment, inhaling deeply as the scent intensified due to apparent proximity. Yep, the smell was most definitely coming from his apartment, his kitchen in fact. Apples. There were definitely apples involved he decided kicking his boots off in an absent-minded fashion.
"Hello?"
"Yo, Mustang." Havoc leaned out of the kitchen, toothpick clenched in a winning smile.
"…Havoc, are you wearing an apron?"
"It was in the kitchen." Havoc shrugged.
"It was a gag gift. From Maes."
"Well, it kept flour from getting on my shirt."
"It has….lace and frills…"
"Whatever. Get over here! I baked you a treat."
That was, perhaps, the most terrifying thing Roy Mustang had ever heard. With a growing sense of dread he followed Havoc's inviting gesture, to stare in amazed disbelief at the bit of malformed pastry that sat in a place of honor on the counter.
"Here ya go, give it a try!" Havoc shoved a fork into Roy's hands, and the stood back, waiting.
Looked at Havoc's cooking, and tried to ignore the feeling that it was, in some way, looking back. Slowly…he edged the fork closer, knowing at least tasting it would be easier than trying to argue his way out giving it a try.
Steaming, gooey pastry went into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, paused as he felt it snake its way through the stomach and directly into intestinal displeasure, and turned to met Havoc's anticipatory smile. "Havoc…there is no way in hell that can be considered a pie."
responses later today...got home from work at 7am and am le tired...gonna nap for a wee bit. -fireun