Fullmetal Alchemist - Brothers songficFullmetal Alchemist - Brothers songfic by ~Maribeliza
A Fullmetal Alchemist song-fic
Very early one morning, during one of their stays in Risembool with Winry and Pinako for a tune-up to his automail, Ed lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. His mind wouldn't stop whirling with words he couldn't bring himself to say. With a frustrated sigh he rolled out of bed, dragging his left hand over his face with a groan at the sunlight piercing through the window. Al was nowhere to be seen, likely already downstairs with Pinako and helping her with breakfast. He shook himself before setting about his morning routine and then heading downstairs, leaving his hair down for a while to dry.
“Good morning, Brother!” Al said as he walked into the kitchen. He was, as his brother had suspected, helping Pinako make breakfast- as much as he could, anyway.
“Morning, Edward.” Pinkao said, waving her cooking spoon at him briefly, keeping an eye on whatever it was she was making.
I am not...I am not who I once was.I am not... by ~Maribeliza
She whom you knew has faded to memory.
The river of Time has weathered her.
What remains of her is more rounded.
She has been tempered by the flow of years.
Her rough edges worn away and carried downriver.
She is now a polished stone, no longer a rough rock.
She tumbles along Time's riverbed.
Searching for her place in the flow
PwnemThunder cloudsPwnem by ~Maribeliza
Ever growing darker.
Always follows lightning
Everything is wet.
Untitled Dragon Age storyMy name is Kana. The others here in the tower call me "the black" when they think I cannot hear them. Jowan tells me it is because of the dark skin tone that came with my father's Rivani blood. My father, I am told, was an unusual man, completely devoid of skin or hair colour with pale pink eyes. My mother apparently died in an attack on their wagon as we were on our way back to our home in a small village not far from Kinloch Hold after having visited my mother's family in Lothering. According to the Knight Commander, my father was gravely wounded when he appeared at the tower doors with a seven year old child, myself in his arms. He implored then to take care of me, hardly managing to set me to the ground while saying that I had apparently been distraught enough by the attack that I had shown magic he had feared passing on to me- he said a sibling of his had been a mage- before collapsing to the floor. I recall the Knight Commander commenting that it was a miracle that he had made itUntitled Dragon Age story by ~Maribeliza