Mass Stolen Meme of Greatness...catching up on the damn thing...again

Simply because I refuse not to finish this thing….on with the meme I forgot about last month…lol ^_^

Day 09 – My beliefs

Definitely spiritual non religious because organized religion scares me…lol.

Day 10 – What I'm Wearing Today

Just got the day going so I am still in my PJ’s and that’s fine by me because it’s really, really cold here today

Day 11 – My Siblings

LOL now this could go on for a nice long while I have 16 Brothers and sisters (thanks to my dad) But I only grew up with 3 my older sister, by 5 years, since we shared the same the same Mom. Then my older brother, by 7 years, and younger sister, by five years, that lived with my dad and pseudo step mom.

Now the odd thing about this whole scenario my dad was with my step mom before he was with my mother so they had my older brother. Then my dad moves on to my mom they get married and have my sister and me (not in that order…lol) then divorced and he goes back to this woman and has my little sister. Let me just say this was interesting to explain in school. Especially since once my parents divorced my dad and mom lived one house apart in the neighborhood *sighs*

Day 12 – What’s In My Bag

Everything but the remains of Jimmy Hoffa…I have the usual drivers license, bank cards and all that jazz but I usually have several packs of gum, lip gloss, eyeglass cleaner, pictures of my kids, Rolaids, hand sanitizer, my cell phone and tissues.

Day 13 – This week

I plan to start the much dreaded exercise routine and clean out the office aka the junk room. Other than some fic writing and a birthday party to go to I don’t have a lot on the horizon.

Something has Just Begun: Questions

Title: Questions
Fandom: FMA
Characters: Havoc, Ed, Roy
Rating: Teen/Adult
Disclaimer: I make no profit so no reason to sue
A/N: This is written from Havoc's POV

You are standing on the steps outside the office looking lost inside that overactive mind of yours when I exit the building. I tap you on the shoulder and ask what’s on your mind. Your brow furrows and the expression doesn’t suit you well. You say it’s nothing but I know better.
I invite you to walk with me; you don’t answer you simply fall in step beside me.

As we walk toward the gates of the military complex, I try to engage you in conversation but I get nothing more than one word answers or nods. I ask if your brother is ok and you say yes, quelling that particular fear. I don’t have to worry about you tearing through the countryside in search of a lost or wounded Alphonse.

Your automail hand is fiddling with the end of your braid and I know whatever’s on your mind is heavy indeed. You don’t indulge in that nervous habit too often these days. The air around you is tense and the curiosity and concern is eating at me. I play it cool. I know you will talk when you are ready.

You call my name and when I stop to look at you, confusion is all over that perfect face and in those honey colored eyes of yours. Time for my brow to furrow, this seems serious. You open your mouth to speak and a voice I know all too well calls you by your title.

We look across the courtyard and I see him standing by the guard tower. He has one hand in his jacket pocket and the other at his side clutching a bag. Your posture stiffens and that makes warning bells go off in my mind. We wait for him to speak but that’s not what he wants, no… having your attention is not enough. He calls you by your name this time and reluctantly you move toward him. That cocky smirk on his face at the action soon fades when he realizes I’m following you.

You ask him what he wants and he hands you the bag all while never taking his eyes off me. You ask him what it is and he encourages you to open it. I glance down at you as you unfold the top of the paper sack and see it’s full of pastries. You give him a questioning look and he says he bought them because you seemed to enjoy them so much when Riza had some in the office last week.

You offer up an awkward thanks and that smirk is back along with the look he had in his eyes in the storeroom. He asks you if you’d like a ride home and the lie that gives you an alibi is out of my mouth before I can think better of it. I say you’re committed to alchemically altering some of my ratty furniture back into shape.

The relief on your face makes my stomach knot.

He says, oh I see another time then, before he moves on and we do the same. We are two blocks into our journey when you toss the pastries in a garbage can. You stuff your hands in your pockets as you focus on the ground. This whole situation has me on edge. Something tells me the stakes just went up. I’m going to get answers out of you if it kills me.