Drabbles - "Hug"
Jun. 14th, 2005 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
okami_huThese were written for the fma_100, And I'll post them now here too.
Nash is gone.
Silvery eyes are filled with tears and Fletcher doesn’t even try to hide his feelings; he buries his face into their guardian’s shirt and whimpers like an abandoned little animal.
Russel’s face is tear-stained too, albeit defiant; he clenches his fist, and the dark man almost can hear him taking the oath of the sons, promising himself and Heaven that one day, he’ll be just as good as his father.
Belshio sighs and places his hand on Russel’s shoulder, drawing him close gently. Before taking the first step on the road, both boys need a warm embrace.
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She can feel the hot teardrops falling on her hair. He’s sobbing desperately, mourning over her, over their love, and those beautiful years, which are denied from her.
The man’s strong arms embrace her desperately as if he’s trying to chain her to the world of the living. She knows he doesn’t wan to let her go and she doesn’t want to leave but Death has no mercy. She sighs into his shirt; let Ishbala’s will be granted.
His tears keep on falling as he holds her tight, even after her last breath fades away and her body grows cold.
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uninformed's drabble, which she wrote as an answer to this: In your arms/in your mind
Nash is gone.
Silvery eyes are filled with tears and Fletcher doesn’t even try to hide his feelings; he buries his face into their guardian’s shirt and whimpers like an abandoned little animal.
Russel’s face is tear-stained too, albeit defiant; he clenches his fist, and the dark man almost can hear him taking the oath of the sons, promising himself and Heaven that one day, he’ll be just as good as his father.
Belshio sighs and places his hand on Russel’s shoulder, drawing him close gently. Before taking the first step on the road, both boys need a warm embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~
She can feel the hot teardrops falling on her hair. He’s sobbing desperately, mourning over her, over their love, and those beautiful years, which are denied from her.
The man’s strong arms embrace her desperately as if he’s trying to chain her to the world of the living. She knows he doesn’t wan to let her go and she doesn’t want to leave but Death has no mercy. She sighs into his shirt; let Ishbala’s will be granted.
His tears keep on falling as he holds her tight, even after her last breath fades away and her body grows cold.
Here's a link to
uninformed's drabble, which she wrote as an answer to this: In your arms/in your mind
