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scriveynerTitle: Eye Roll
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary: Roy sighed as he baited another hook.
Roy sighed as he baited yet another hook. He had been fishing for hours, and not a bite - Edward had suggest that he fly above the lake, the shadow of a large, winged creature was enough to send fish swimming the opposite direction as a survival mechanism, but Roy had insisted that he didn’t need the help, that that was CHEATING.
And it was, to an extent - but it was also survival, and he had spent half the morning out here and didn’t have a single fish to show for his time.
At least it was peaceful, the sun glittering off the blue lake, framed by mountains and trees. This was their sanctuary, this patch of real estate that the military did not know existed, an oasis locked deep in the mountains. Roy sighed and wiped his hand across his forehead, looking at the many fishing lines bobbing in the water.
Edward didn’t sneak around, he could hear the crunch of sand under uneven footsteps. Roy didn’t even have to turn about to face him. “I can hear you rolling your eyes at me,” he said.
“That’s because you’re an obstinate jackass,” Edward was wearing just shorts, his skin bronzed by sunlight. Its bright rays pinged off his silver automail in a slightly dazzling manner. “I’m fucking starving, either you’re going to fish my way or I’m going to get my own lunch and you can stare at fishing lines all day."
Roy looked up at the sky, shading his eyes with one hand. Edward was obstinate himself, he didn’t have any room to talk. But Roy was being particularly stubborn, especially about accepting help from Edward, and he was hungry too. "All right,” he said, looking back to where Edward stood. “We will do this your way.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary: Roy sighed as he baited another hook.
Roy sighed as he baited yet another hook. He had been fishing for hours, and not a bite - Edward had suggest that he fly above the lake, the shadow of a large, winged creature was enough to send fish swimming the opposite direction as a survival mechanism, but Roy had insisted that he didn’t need the help, that that was CHEATING.
And it was, to an extent - but it was also survival, and he had spent half the morning out here and didn’t have a single fish to show for his time.
At least it was peaceful, the sun glittering off the blue lake, framed by mountains and trees. This was their sanctuary, this patch of real estate that the military did not know existed, an oasis locked deep in the mountains. Roy sighed and wiped his hand across his forehead, looking at the many fishing lines bobbing in the water.
Edward didn’t sneak around, he could hear the crunch of sand under uneven footsteps. Roy didn’t even have to turn about to face him. “I can hear you rolling your eyes at me,” he said.
“That’s because you’re an obstinate jackass,” Edward was wearing just shorts, his skin bronzed by sunlight. Its bright rays pinged off his silver automail in a slightly dazzling manner. “I’m fucking starving, either you’re going to fish my way or I’m going to get my own lunch and you can stare at fishing lines all day."
Roy looked up at the sky, shading his eyes with one hand. Edward was obstinate himself, he didn’t have any room to talk. But Roy was being particularly stubborn, especially about accepting help from Edward, and he was hungry too. "All right,” he said, looking back to where Edward stood. “We will do this your way.”
