Fic - The Price of Being Late
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cornerofmadnessThe Price of Being Late
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer- all rights belong to Arakawa
Paring – Ed/Winry
Rating – PG
Timeline – Post series, manga verse, no real spoilers
Summary – He didn’t mean to be late for a very important date
Author’s Note – written for the quote meme I stole fromlillypuff. This is for evil_little_dog who wanted Ed/Winry and got the quote below
This truth within my mind rehearse
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse
Tennyson - two voices
This is currently unbetaed
XXX
There was boundless knowledge floating freely throughout the world, much of it caught up in his beloved books. Alchemy opened the world to him and the Gate had crammed so much into Edward’s heard, he couldn’t pull it all free, at least not consciously.
He knew he was very capable of getting lost in his books, a nice sort of lost. And now that his bastard old man showed him one of his storehouses of old books, Ed had been lost for days. Occasionally he stumbled over Al or the other dark-haired bastard rummaging in the collection but mostly he was blissfully adrift in his books.
“Son.”
Ed’s head snapped up from his books. “Don’t call me that,” he said sourly for the thousandth time.
“I just wanted to remind you, you set a date with your lovely young lady. If she’s anything like Pinako, you don’t want to miss it. She’ll hurt you.” Hohenheim had a strangely faraway look in his eye when he mentioned Pinako that Ed didn’t want to think about.
The boy flushed, too worried to fully digest the look Pinako warranted. All he could think about was what Winry was going to do to him. It made his testicles draw up in fear. She was going to beat him bloody.
Ed flew out of the library, pausing long enough in the bathroom to make sure his hair wasn’t a mess and his breath didn’t stink. He yanked on a shirt that didn’t smell of musty books, grabbed a hated suit jacket and poorly tied on a tie. He gave up on finding unwrinkled pants.
By the time he got to the restaurant, Winry was waiting out front. It filtered through his senses that she looked beautiful in her lavender floral dress, however, the look on her face made him want to dissolve and ooze down into the gutters. Pissed didn’t even begin to cover it. “I know I’m late, Winry. I’m sorry.” Ed figured apology was his best bet.
“Late? They gave away our table, Edward.” Every word came out clipped, hot enough to singe. “Where the hell were you?”
“Um, distracted.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. We can still go find dinner.”
“I didn’t want to ‘find dinner.’ I’m not a raccoon,” she snarled. “I wanted to go here . I had to ask Miss Hawkeye to ask the colonel to help get the reservation and now we lost it. Probably made him look bad, too.”
Ed’s shoulders slumped. “I really messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know you will.” The way she said it made Ed want to run to Mustang and beg for a long assignment anywhere but here. She was going to murder him.
“I’ll do anything you want,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound too much like a whimper.
“Oh, I know that, too.”
Ed knew he was doomed.
XXX
After enduring a chorus of ‘boy, you’re dumb’ from Al and Roy, Ed went to meet Winry. He didn’t know what she had planned. He had been afraid to ask. It didn’t matter. He had to do whatever it was. He just hoped it wasn’t going to be him in a dress singing in the town square like Mustang had suggested to the girl.
He found the address Winry had given him. Ed’s brow wrinkled with surprised. Central’s convention center? What would they possibly be doing here? Did she sell tickets to his public humiliation?
Winry strolled up to him, smiling brightly as if she didn’t want him dead. She slid her arm around his waist. “I’ve a big day planned. This is the biggest automail convention outside of Rush Valley. All the new parts and latest designs.” Her voice squealed up the octave. “I can’t wait.”
She looked into his face. A canary-eating feline couldn’t look happier. He knew she was waiting for his explosion. Ed clenched his jaw and tried to swallow the curses and managed not to flail. All day long with automail freaks? He’d rather do the song and dance in a dress. “Whatever makes you happiest, Winry.” So this is where boundless knowledge held in his father’s books had taken him? Ed wished for limits.
Winry grinned. “Good. You’ve got your wallet, right? We’re going to need it.” Her grin widened and he nodded hopelessly. “Hope you wore something easy to get in and out of, Ed. I’m sure they’ll want to see my work.”
Suddenly her little note about not wearing military-issue boxers had taken on a far less sexy and way more dire meaning. Of all times to listen to Mustang when it came to fashion advice! The man insisted that during a make up period, dressing for maximum sex appeal was crucial and all the other guys agreed with him. Unable to suppress a whimper, Ed let her lead him inside, head held high, fearing what the grapevine would make of his high fashion, royal purple silk undies.
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer- all rights belong to Arakawa
Paring – Ed/Winry
Rating – PG
Timeline – Post series, manga verse, no real spoilers
Summary – He didn’t mean to be late for a very important date
Author’s Note – written for the quote meme I stole from
lillypuff. This is for evil_little_dog who wanted Ed/Winry and got the quote belowThis truth within my mind rehearse
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse
Tennyson - two voices
This is currently unbetaed
XXX
There was boundless knowledge floating freely throughout the world, much of it caught up in his beloved books. Alchemy opened the world to him and the Gate had crammed so much into Edward’s heard, he couldn’t pull it all free, at least not consciously.
He knew he was very capable of getting lost in his books, a nice sort of lost. And now that his bastard old man showed him one of his storehouses of old books, Ed had been lost for days. Occasionally he stumbled over Al or the other dark-haired bastard rummaging in the collection but mostly he was blissfully adrift in his books.
“Son.”
Ed’s head snapped up from his books. “Don’t call me that,” he said sourly for the thousandth time.
“I just wanted to remind you, you set a date with your lovely young lady. If she’s anything like Pinako, you don’t want to miss it. She’ll hurt you.” Hohenheim had a strangely faraway look in his eye when he mentioned Pinako that Ed didn’t want to think about.
The boy flushed, too worried to fully digest the look Pinako warranted. All he could think about was what Winry was going to do to him. It made his testicles draw up in fear. She was going to beat him bloody.
Ed flew out of the library, pausing long enough in the bathroom to make sure his hair wasn’t a mess and his breath didn’t stink. He yanked on a shirt that didn’t smell of musty books, grabbed a hated suit jacket and poorly tied on a tie. He gave up on finding unwrinkled pants.
By the time he got to the restaurant, Winry was waiting out front. It filtered through his senses that she looked beautiful in her lavender floral dress, however, the look on her face made him want to dissolve and ooze down into the gutters. Pissed didn’t even begin to cover it. “I know I’m late, Winry. I’m sorry.” Ed figured apology was his best bet.
“Late? They gave away our table, Edward.” Every word came out clipped, hot enough to singe. “Where the hell were you?”
“Um, distracted.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. We can still go find dinner.”
“I didn’t want to ‘find dinner.’ I’m not a raccoon,” she snarled. “I wanted to go here . I had to ask Miss Hawkeye to ask the colonel to help get the reservation and now we lost it. Probably made him look bad, too.”
Ed’s shoulders slumped. “I really messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know you will.” The way she said it made Ed want to run to Mustang and beg for a long assignment anywhere but here. She was going to murder him.
“I’ll do anything you want,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound too much like a whimper.
“Oh, I know that, too.”
Ed knew he was doomed.
XXX
After enduring a chorus of ‘boy, you’re dumb’ from Al and Roy, Ed went to meet Winry. He didn’t know what she had planned. He had been afraid to ask. It didn’t matter. He had to do whatever it was. He just hoped it wasn’t going to be him in a dress singing in the town square like Mustang had suggested to the girl.
He found the address Winry had given him. Ed’s brow wrinkled with surprised. Central’s convention center? What would they possibly be doing here? Did she sell tickets to his public humiliation?
Winry strolled up to him, smiling brightly as if she didn’t want him dead. She slid her arm around his waist. “I’ve a big day planned. This is the biggest automail convention outside of Rush Valley. All the new parts and latest designs.” Her voice squealed up the octave. “I can’t wait.”
She looked into his face. A canary-eating feline couldn’t look happier. He knew she was waiting for his explosion. Ed clenched his jaw and tried to swallow the curses and managed not to flail. All day long with automail freaks? He’d rather do the song and dance in a dress. “Whatever makes you happiest, Winry.” So this is where boundless knowledge held in his father’s books had taken him? Ed wished for limits.
Winry grinned. “Good. You’ve got your wallet, right? We’re going to need it.” Her grin widened and he nodded hopelessly. “Hope you wore something easy to get in and out of, Ed. I’m sure they’ll want to see my work.”
Suddenly her little note about not wearing military-issue boxers had taken on a far less sexy and way more dire meaning. Of all times to listen to Mustang when it came to fashion advice! The man insisted that during a make up period, dressing for maximum sex appeal was crucial and all the other guys agreed with him. Unable to suppress a whimper, Ed let her lead him inside, head held high, fearing what the grapevine would make of his high fashion, royal purple silk undies.
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Oh my....
Date: 2009-03-14 05:58 pm (UTC)Re: Oh my....
Date: 2009-03-14 06:20 pm (UTC)thanks
Re: Oh my....
Date: 2009-03-15 02:45 am (UTC)Re: Oh my....
Date: 2009-03-15 03:38 am (UTC)Part of me is saying
Date: 2009-03-14 06:22 pm (UTC)The other part? ...what an idiot.
Winry, make him pay through. The. Nose.
Re: Part of me is saying
Date: 2009-03-14 07:00 pm (UTC)Re: Part of me is saying
Date: 2009-03-14 09:55 pm (UTC)Re: Part of me is saying
Date: 2009-03-15 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 09:53 pm (UTC)"the look on her face made him want to dissolve and ooze down into the gutters." Loved that sentence. I've been there before. >_<
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Date: 2009-03-15 04:20 am (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2009-03-15 02:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 11:27 pm (UTC)*still giggling*
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Date: 2009-03-15 04:07 am (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2009-03-15 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 04:01 am (UTC)Winry's looking and thinking WHAT did you think today was going to be about
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Date: 2009-03-15 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 03:55 am (UTC)