dear god...teh fluff...it appears the angst!bunnies are on strike...-fireun
He had wanted it to be perfect, needed it to be. Staring at the fruit of his labor, he felt frustration sting at his eyes in the form of an abrupt spatter of tears. It was close, but just not right. He couldn't seem to get it quite right. He felt his muscles tense in irritation and decided it was time to take a walk, get away from his efforts and settle down before trying again. Shoving his hands in his pockets he wandered off, intent on thinking about anything but what he had been trying so hard to create.
"Al?" Winry called. He usually spent evenings down by the river, thinking or playing with Den. When she finished her work for the day, she would often join him, taking walks, or just sitting any enjoying his company.
Tonight though he was proving to be rather elusive. He didn't answer her calls, which could be easily explained away by a short list of Usual Scenarios. Tonight, Winry was betting on Lost in a Book. Though, as she neared his favorite spot along the river and didn't see his familiar lean form hunched over whatever musty volume had caught his interest that time, Winry realized she had no idea where he had gotten to.
Something did catch her eye though, something glinting a bit in the blaze of sunlight reflecting off of the river. As curious as ever, she approached, swiftly coming to the conclusion that Al had been practicing his alchemy as she came to a stop beside what appeared to be a metal rose. Her expert eye picked up minute details such as the dewdrops crafted on petals just starting to open…
And the fact her name had been engraved in flowing script along one elegant curve of said petals.
"Al…"She whispered, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in her stomach, the blush she knew was spreading across her face. Setting the treasure down carefully where she had found it, Winry settled on the stump that served as Al's reading chair. He had to come back at some point, and she would be waiting, those butterflies still engaging in frantic motions in her midsection. "Hurry up, dummy."
note to self...stop writing drabbles when you are late for the bus...gonna have to hit up the comments tonight, i have like three more drabbles to post! -fireun