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FMA: Misery's Company: Not Her Style
Title: Misery's Company: Not Her Style
Fandom: FMA
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lynx212
Pairings: Maes/Gracia, Roy/Ed, mentions of past and possibly current Maes/Roy
Words: 298
Rating: Teen
Summary: Gracia is trying hard to push her doubts aside, it isn’t working. Sequel to THIS fic
Warnings: None that I can see
Beta:vexed_wench thanks babe *hugs*
Gracia was working on a surprise for her husband. He had worked late for the past four nights resulting in him coming home to a cold dinner. Not tonight, tonight she had a plan. She asked Edward over to keep an eye on Elysia so she could go to his office allowing the two of them to have a nice hot dinner together.
It would be like a date.
She parked in front of the building, grabbed the dinners and strolled in. The guards said a chipper hello and she was all smiles as she walked toward his office. Carefully balancing the plates on one arm, she opened the door and froze. The sight of Roy Mustang casually leaning on her husband’s desk made her blood run cold. The fact that the two quit talking the instant they saw her and gave her identical, deer caught in headlight, looks didn’t help.
“Gracia, what are you doing here?”
Not hi honey, not let me help you with that, not is Elysia ok, just what are you doing here.
When she could finally move she plastered a smile on her face and handed each of them a plate.
“I thought a hot meal instead of a reheated one would be a nice change of pace.”
He smiled at her and the fact that he didn’t question why she had two dinners hurt more than she’d like to admit. When she made a hasty retreat, he didn’t question it nor did he ask her to stay. As the door shut, she could see his attention fall back into dark blue eyes and she wanted to scream.
She didn’t of course, she would never, that wasn’t her style.
Crying silently in the car is more her style, and that’s exactly what she did.
Fandom: FMA
Author:
lynx212 Pairings: Maes/Gracia, Roy/Ed, mentions of past and possibly current Maes/Roy
Words: 298
Rating: Teen
Summary: Gracia is trying hard to push her doubts aside, it isn’t working. Sequel to THIS fic
Warnings: None that I can see
Beta:
vexed_wench thanks babe *hugs* Gracia was working on a surprise for her husband. He had worked late for the past four nights resulting in him coming home to a cold dinner. Not tonight, tonight she had a plan. She asked Edward over to keep an eye on Elysia so she could go to his office allowing the two of them to have a nice hot dinner together.
It would be like a date.
She parked in front of the building, grabbed the dinners and strolled in. The guards said a chipper hello and she was all smiles as she walked toward his office. Carefully balancing the plates on one arm, she opened the door and froze. The sight of Roy Mustang casually leaning on her husband’s desk made her blood run cold. The fact that the two quit talking the instant they saw her and gave her identical, deer caught in headlight, looks didn’t help.
“Gracia, what are you doing here?”
Not hi honey, not let me help you with that, not is Elysia ok, just what are you doing here.
When she could finally move she plastered a smile on her face and handed each of them a plate.
“I thought a hot meal instead of a reheated one would be a nice change of pace.”
He smiled at her and the fact that he didn’t question why she had two dinners hurt more than she’d like to admit. When she made a hasty retreat, he didn’t question it nor did he ask her to stay. As the door shut, she could see his attention fall back into dark blue eyes and she wanted to scream.
She didn’t of course, she would never, that wasn’t her style.
Crying silently in the car is more her style, and that’s exactly what she did.
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I'm all about Hughes/Roy, but poor Gracia.
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*Smacks Maes and Roy upside the head*
So much awwing right now <33
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My muse was demanding I do something besides all the humor I've been up to
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