Fullmetal Alchemist - Seed Land [RoyEd]
Jun. 26th, 2013 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: seed land
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy
Rating: T
Length: 309
Summary:
There was something strangely ominous about the fields stretched out from either side of the path. Roy Mustang stopped as the road curved, up along the edge of a sloping hill full of golden cornstalks that waved in the gentle afternoon breeze. It was a completely picturesque scene, the sky a gorgeous blue, the clouds sparse and cottony white.
It would be a lovely day for a picnic on a sloping green hill, kicked back and watching the clouds scud across the sky - and even that thought seemed coached in a similar darkness. Roy didn’t like coming out here, he had never liked it and the beauty only seemed to make the feeling worse.
Edward would tug at his arm and laugh - he had grown up in villages like this, farms spread across the landscape and the people sparse between them. He was comfortable in this environment - really, he was comfortable nearly everywhere, a talent that Roy had never seemed to acquire. Oh he, could mask his discomfiture with the best of them; but to Edward new environments and experiences were his bread and butter. He would be a fearsome diplomatic tool if Roy could ever quite get the rough bits smoothed out into something more … polished.
But that was why he was here in the first place. The path led up the gentle slope of the hill, past the last of the fields and toward a cluster of two houses. He stopped at the low stone fence that divided property lines and thought about the first time he walked up this path, unsure of what he would find.
He smiled and nudged the gate open, letting it click closed behind him. Maybe he didn’t like the journey, but the destination was all that really mattered.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy
Rating: T
Length: 309
Summary:
There was something strangely ominous about the fields stretched out from either side of the path. Roy Mustang stopped as the road curved, up along the edge of a sloping hill full of golden cornstalks that waved in the gentle afternoon breeze. It was a completely picturesque scene, the sky a gorgeous blue, the clouds sparse and cottony white.
It would be a lovely day for a picnic on a sloping green hill, kicked back and watching the clouds scud across the sky - and even that thought seemed coached in a similar darkness. Roy didn’t like coming out here, he had never liked it and the beauty only seemed to make the feeling worse.
Edward would tug at his arm and laugh - he had grown up in villages like this, farms spread across the landscape and the people sparse between them. He was comfortable in this environment - really, he was comfortable nearly everywhere, a talent that Roy had never seemed to acquire. Oh he, could mask his discomfiture with the best of them; but to Edward new environments and experiences were his bread and butter. He would be a fearsome diplomatic tool if Roy could ever quite get the rough bits smoothed out into something more … polished.
But that was why he was here in the first place. The path led up the gentle slope of the hill, past the last of the fields and toward a cluster of two houses. He stopped at the low stone fence that divided property lines and thought about the first time he walked up this path, unsure of what he would find.
He smiled and nudged the gate open, letting it click closed behind him. Maybe he didn’t like the journey, but the destination was all that really mattered.
