"Trisha, you seem to have taken quite the liking to that Hohenheim fellow." Sara said wryly to her friend.
"No. no, Sara. You've got it all wrong." Her voice was lax. She wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.
"Of course." Trisha was hardly even paying full attention. Her eyes were drawn to the shirtless man repairing her roof on the hillside over. "You haven't looked at anything else all day." No response. "I think you're in love with him!"
She got the result she desired. An angry flush, an outraged stutter. "No-no! Of course not! don't be ridiculous!" Her hands tangled together, and she looked down. Avoiding at all costs the enticing sight before her.
"He's so much older though. Don't you find that a little gross?"
"He's kind, respectable, intelligent. I think Urey is the only other one with characteristics within a 100-mile radius of this place. But he's too uptight for me." Sara raised an eyebrow at her. "Plus he's always been completely in love with you." She said in obligatory indulgence.
"But, Trisha, if you like him, you need to let him know. Because, he'll probably leave like he always does." Yes. Hoenheim had been a presence in their childhood. Visiting his friend Pinako, and paying his respects his deceased colleague, Alastair Elric. Although he traveled a lot. He seemed to come here the most. He was mysterious. She had always longed for something exciting. Something beyond the calm placid pastures that flooded her senses.
"Your right Sara. I should do something. But I don't know what he'll think of me because I'm so young." She drew her knees to her chest.
"Who knows. You just gotta try it. You're never one to back off on an "Adventure" What are you scared?" Recycling their childhood taunts normally would get her all rilled up.
"No. I'm just being sensible."
"Trisha, Listen to your self. You're not acting like yourself. "
"I guess this is what "love" does to you."
"So you do love him?"
"Lay off Sara. I don't really know."
"You're almost 20. You're not a child anymore"
"And even you're going to get married soon."
"Yup." She looked out at the hills with a distant smile. "It's not like it's a surprise."
"Hm." She bit her lower lip and let her drip back to the figure, that was getting...Closer...
"Miss Elric! I've finished!"
"Oh! Thank you!" She flitted down the hill to his side with a bright smile. "You must be hot and tired. Come on inside, I'm sure Pinako will get you something to drink."
"Oh no, I'll be alright. I need to prepare to leave once I return to Pinako's"
Her face fell slightly. "You're leaving again?"
"Yes. I don't really have much reason to stay now do I?" She looked up at his distant expression. All the years she'd known this man, she'd never known his full story.
"You have a family to return to, don't you?" Voice declining.
"No. I don't have where to return to."
"What- happened to them?"
"I never knew my family. And all the people I knew are dead now." His stoic face didn't seem to change. It was his default expression. It was almost like he was suppressing something.
He...always tries to avoid looking at me. I wonder why...Maybe that flush isn't because of the sun.
Her suspicions strengthened as she noticed him taking constant fleeting glances at her.
"Hohenheim...?" She said after a while,
"Trisha, what is it?"
"Oh nothing, you just seem to be acting strange." He shrugged. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stared onward. "You know, If you're sad or upset or something, you don't need to keep it bottled up. You can tell someone about it. Like me." She suggested calmly.
This surprised the aged alchemist. This girl, who put off a stubborn and rebellious demeanor, was extending him a brand of kindness.
"Well, uh, Trisha. I suppose I've never thought of that, since I've always thought. of you as a child and not as an an adult.. " Trisha stuck out her bottom lip. "But- uhm. You've definitely matured and, uhm." He rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh Hohenheim, You're just too funny."
"Wha- Oh." She calmly looped her arm through his.
"Come on, We'll be late for supper." She quickened their pace to the house.
I wonder, when I'll decide my feelings for him. She couldn't help but notice the own flush rising in her cheeks with their bodies so close.
All she really knew was that she truly didn't want him to leave.
(A/N)Okay. I know this didn't have much to do with the theme. But I swore to my self that I wouldn't lime. I'll lime with them later. I have an idea. A cliche idea but it's was probably actually happened considering.