FMA Drabble: Divorce
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lynx212Title: Endless Scream
Fandom: FMA
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I do not profit from this
Pairing/Characters: Ed/Russell, mentions of past Ed/Winry
Prompt: Divorce
Word Count: 533
Rating: T
Summary/Warning: He had warned her that intent and emotion factored in when alchemy was being used...she should have listened. This was written for the community![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=1)
kill_your_otp so be warned it's far from fluff. Complete table found HERE
They hadn’t even had time to scream.
But that was ok, she was doing it for them. She hadn’t meant for the reaction to be so severe. She had only meant to drive them apart or startle them out of their heated exchange.
That’s not what happened... that’s not what happened at all and the dripping sound alone may just drive her mad.
She was supposed to be on her way back to Risembool. Back to rolling green hills and clear blue skies. Back to the familiar presence of steel bolts and heavy wrenches. Back to the comforting arms of a grandmother that understood her heartache.
Divorce was a terrible thing to go through after all.
Despite how Ed had let her have her way with the terms in the proceedings. Despite how many times he apologized for hurting her. Despite the sizable alimony he said he would give her even though she was part owner of a business. Despite it all Winry was still hurt and nothing...nothing but things going back to the way they were before he came along would fix it for her.
She remembered the good times of teaching her new husband the basics as far as constructing automail went. She remembers the look on his face when he finally made a moving part. She remembers pushing past her childhood fear of the alchemy that ruled his world as she drew her first array and placed her hand to the edge of the chalk outline.
Everything was so perfect. Three years in and she decided to give him his own tool set as he gave her a set of gloves similar to those Al wore. The array was no where near as complex but it would allow her to do simple things or defend herself if need be. Life had been good then.
But today, things went wrong.
He had warned her that intent and emotion factored in when alchemy was being used but she had never paid that much mind as she seldom did more than fix a broken stool or extend her work bench.
She should have listened.
When she walked back into Ed’s apartment the sounds that reached her ears was unmistakable. She knew what was going on in that bedroom and she knew who he was doing it with. Without much thought...with careless ease even, she slipped the gloves on as she walked up the steps. With jealousy in her heart and anger behind her actions she flung the door open and pressed her hands to the floor.
The reaction was as swift as it was horrifying.
The floor swirled and twisted into many different sized spikes and spears that shot through the bed...and it’s two occupants with a sickening swiftness she’d never forget. She doubted that they even knew it was her because their unseeing eyes were still focused on each other. Blue looking into gold, even as their bodies were locked in a bloodied final embrace.
She screamed until one of the neighbors came.
She screamed as Lt. Hawkeye led her away in handcuffs.
She was still screaming as they strapped the jacket around her...she may just scream forever.
Fandom: FMA
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I do not profit from this
Pairing/Characters: Ed/Russell, mentions of past Ed/Winry
Prompt: Divorce
Word Count: 533
Rating: T
Summary/Warning: He had warned her that intent and emotion factored in when alchemy was being used...she should have listened. This was written for the community
kill_your_otp so be warned it's far from fluff. Complete table found HEREThey hadn’t even had time to scream.
But that was ok, she was doing it for them. She hadn’t meant for the reaction to be so severe. She had only meant to drive them apart or startle them out of their heated exchange.
That’s not what happened... that’s not what happened at all and the dripping sound alone may just drive her mad.
She was supposed to be on her way back to Risembool. Back to rolling green hills and clear blue skies. Back to the familiar presence of steel bolts and heavy wrenches. Back to the comforting arms of a grandmother that understood her heartache.
Divorce was a terrible thing to go through after all.
Despite how Ed had let her have her way with the terms in the proceedings. Despite how many times he apologized for hurting her. Despite the sizable alimony he said he would give her even though she was part owner of a business. Despite it all Winry was still hurt and nothing...nothing but things going back to the way they were before he came along would fix it for her.
She remembered the good times of teaching her new husband the basics as far as constructing automail went. She remembers the look on his face when he finally made a moving part. She remembers pushing past her childhood fear of the alchemy that ruled his world as she drew her first array and placed her hand to the edge of the chalk outline.
Everything was so perfect. Three years in and she decided to give him his own tool set as he gave her a set of gloves similar to those Al wore. The array was no where near as complex but it would allow her to do simple things or defend herself if need be. Life had been good then.
But today, things went wrong.
He had warned her that intent and emotion factored in when alchemy was being used but she had never paid that much mind as she seldom did more than fix a broken stool or extend her work bench.
She should have listened.
When she walked back into Ed’s apartment the sounds that reached her ears was unmistakable. She knew what was going on in that bedroom and she knew who he was doing it with. Without much thought...with careless ease even, she slipped the gloves on as she walked up the steps. With jealousy in her heart and anger behind her actions she flung the door open and pressed her hands to the floor.
The reaction was as swift as it was horrifying.
The floor swirled and twisted into many different sized spikes and spears that shot through the bed...and it’s two occupants with a sickening swiftness she’d never forget. She doubted that they even knew it was her because their unseeing eyes were still focused on each other. Blue looking into gold, even as their bodies were locked in a bloodied final embrace.
She screamed until one of the neighbors came.
She screamed as Lt. Hawkeye led her away in handcuffs.
She was still screaming as they strapped the jacket around her...she may just scream forever.
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Date: 2011-01-11 08:43 pm (UTC)