Written for Royai100: "Fabric"
Fabric
Anime: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: RoyAi
Rating: G (*gasp* I wrote G!!)
147 words
Warnings: None. Okay... slight fluff.
Preview: "And she’d not missed a stitch"
Fabric
He rubbed the fabric between his fingers. Once fine, silken and pressed, they were now rough and worn with years of use, the long-since exhausted flint having left small tears at the fingertips. They’d been his first pair, a gift meant to protect. The emblem they bore, his unique insignia, was far more elaborate than it appeared at first glance. And she’d not missed a stitch.
“Why don’t you throw those out, sir?” her voice called from her desk, “Without the spark, they can be of no combative use to you.”
He looked up into her questioning eyes, a smile growing on his face. “Yes, I suppose that I can no longer use them in battle. And, they cannot generate a flame anymore. But have no doubts, Lieutenant,” he said, looking down almost lovingly at his old weapons, “These gloves of yours still produce a spark.”
What do you know?! I'm not dead and I can still write... too bad it's so fluffy.
Anime: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: RoyAi
Rating: G (*gasp* I wrote G!!)
147 words
Warnings: None. Okay... slight fluff.
Preview: "And she’d not missed a stitch"
Fabric
He rubbed the fabric between his fingers. Once fine, silken and pressed, they were now rough and worn with years of use, the long-since exhausted flint having left small tears at the fingertips. They’d been his first pair, a gift meant to protect. The emblem they bore, his unique insignia, was far more elaborate than it appeared at first glance. And she’d not missed a stitch.
“Why don’t you throw those out, sir?” her voice called from her desk, “Without the spark, they can be of no combative use to you.”
He looked up into her questioning eyes, a smile growing on his face. “Yes, I suppose that I can no longer use them in battle. And, they cannot generate a flame anymore. But have no doubts, Lieutenant,” he said, looking down almost lovingly at his old weapons, “These gloves of yours still produce a spark.”
What do you know?! I'm not dead and I can still write... too bad it's so fluffy.