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scriveynerTitle: on fire
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Rian, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 352
Summary:
Winry Rockbell did not lift her head as the bell jingled above the door. “No vampires in the store,” she said, flipping a page of the grimoire she was studying. This did not dissuade her visitor, who folded his arms over the top of the glass cabinet and stared at Winry. She rolled her eyes and lifted her head, taking her glasses off. “Yes, that means you too, Rian.”
Rian Martin puffed air through his cheeks, looking more than slightly ridiculous. “You like me, though.”
"I have a sign," Winry pointed at the door. She closed her grimoire though, and shook her head. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for Ed," Rian ran a hand through his hair. "Roy would’ve been by, but he’s scared of you."
"As well he should be," Winry muttered. "I haven’t seen Ed though, not in a week or two. He only turns up when he wants something." She eyed Rian, and he grinned sheepishly. "A trait that he has apparently passed on."
"Hey, I’d turn up more if you didn’t have a racist sign in your window."
Winry’s eyes darkened menacingly. “Don’t talk to me of racism, fangboy. Come back when your entire family has been systematically hunted down and burned at the stake simply because of accusations by, oh, a VAMPIRE.” She slid off her stool and stalked off toward the back, blond ponytail flipping sharply with the movement. She stopped and turned, pointing a finger at Rian. “And if you say ‘all vampires aren’t like that!’ I’m going to cast a silencing spell on you that will last a MONTH.”
Rian pouted. “I thought you liked me!”
"I do, that’s the only reason you haven’t been thrown out on your ass." Winry tossed a bundle on the counter. "Here. This will help."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Rian, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 352
Summary:
Winry Rockbell did not lift her head as the bell jingled above the door. “No vampires in the store,” she said, flipping a page of the grimoire she was studying. This did not dissuade her visitor, who folded his arms over the top of the glass cabinet and stared at Winry. She rolled her eyes and lifted her head, taking her glasses off. “Yes, that means you too, Rian.”
Rian Martin puffed air through his cheeks, looking more than slightly ridiculous. “You like me, though.”
"I have a sign," Winry pointed at the door. She closed her grimoire though, and shook her head. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for Ed," Rian ran a hand through his hair. "Roy would’ve been by, but he’s scared of you."
"As well he should be," Winry muttered. "I haven’t seen Ed though, not in a week or two. He only turns up when he wants something." She eyed Rian, and he grinned sheepishly. "A trait that he has apparently passed on."
"Hey, I’d turn up more if you didn’t have a racist sign in your window."
Winry’s eyes darkened menacingly. “Don’t talk to me of racism, fangboy. Come back when your entire family has been systematically hunted down and burned at the stake simply because of accusations by, oh, a VAMPIRE.” She slid off her stool and stalked off toward the back, blond ponytail flipping sharply with the movement. She stopped and turned, pointing a finger at Rian. “And if you say ‘all vampires aren’t like that!’ I’m going to cast a silencing spell on you that will last a MONTH.”
Rian pouted. “I thought you liked me!”
"I do, that’s the only reason you haven’t been thrown out on your ass." Winry tossed a bundle on the counter. "Here. This will help."
