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Title: Chibi Drabbles
Fandom: FMA (anime or manga version)
Character(s): primarily Ed, Al and Winry
Pairing(s): None. (Okay, a little childhood crushliness now and then, but that's it.)
Rating: G
Word Count: 3300 so far.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I give up. These unlinked drabbles, all set in Ed, Al and Winry's childhood, just keep springing fully-fledged from my subconscious, so I figured I'd better develop a place in which to collect them, rather than keep posting them as individual entries. At the end of the set are the usual author's notes to illuminate obscure references. Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] nebroadwe to Höllenbeck (i.e. [livejournal.com profile] hagaren_manga, [livejournal.com profile] fm_alchemist, [livejournal.com profile] fullservicefma, [livejournal.com profile] fma_gen, [livejournal.com profile] fma_writers, and [livejournal.com profile] fma_fiction, among others).
Dedication(s): See individual drabbles below.




33. Learner's Permit
for [livejournal.com profile] artemisrae -- happy belated birthday!

      As soon as Winry can reach the pedals and still see over the dash, her grandmother teaches her to drive. The black jalopy her father left behind bucks around the yard, recording Winry's slow mastery of double-declutching in uprooted turf. At length Pinako clears her to take the road, but only in emergencies. "You can keep practicing out back," she says, locking up the garage. "No passengers. And don't let those Elric boys talk you into giving them a turn, either."

      Winry sighs. "Yes, Granny."

      The next day she refunds Ed the cens he paid for his first lesson.



32. Calenture

      Al hates taking care of the lawn. The mower's weight increases turn by turn and sunlight broils his straining muscles. No-see-'ems rise in dusty clouds of pollen to harass him, while perspiration collects in the crook of every joint. He imagines his mother recoiling in horror from the scarlet, seething, boy-shaped welt that was once her son.

      But instead she greets him with a smile and a pitcher of lemonade. He holds a cool, sweaty glassful against his cheek, listening to the ice pop as it melts -- and to her praise, sweeter than cut grass drying where it lies.



31. The Secret of Eternal Life
for Denise, obviously

      Ever since the Elric brothers took up alchemy, they've been insufferable. They expect Winry to listen attentively while they drone on about it, but they tune her out whenever she mentions automail. Outnumbered, she pouts until Ed begins lecturing about the Elixir Vitae, the dram of immortality. "Oh, I know all about that," she interrupts. "Granny drinks it every morning."

      Ed's mouth falls open, Al's eyes bug out, and they both demand, "How does she make it?"

      "We-e-e-ll," Winry drawls, "first she grinds the beans -- "

      A worm down her back is no equivalent exchange. Not even close.



30. A Circle Grazing the Confines of Space
originally written for this contest

      Ed is bo-o-o-o-ored: it's raining; his mom's busy cleaning; the radio's broadcasting stupid soap operas; and Al's forgotten how to play hide'n'seek. There he is, lying in plain view on the carpet, reading. "You're it," Ed says, prodding him in the ribs. "C'mon, start counting."

      "In a minute," Al answers, turning the page.

      Ed stares down at a familiar illustration; didn't he once have something like it tacked above his desk? "Where'd you get that?" he asks.

      Al points; Ed grabs his own alchemy book. Its leaves hold nothing of his father -- only sufficient enchantment to enthrall his restless mind.



29. Jove's Laughter

      Ed can't understand it. When he races Winry, he's never the rotten egg. When Al's his opponent, they tie, mostly, and argue about who smells worse. But in a three-way contest, Winry beats Al every time. "Why d'you keep losing to her?" Ed finally asks.

      "Well," Al hedges, "Winry doesn't like being called stinky -- "

      "She knows she isn't really!" Ed interrupts, flushing as his brother smirks. "You cheater! I'm gonna tell her you cheat!"

      Al ruffles up. "You do and I'll pound you!"

      Winry thoroughly enjoys her subsequent brief winning streak, while the brothers bask, Janus-faced, in her condescension.



28. Whispers Down the Lane
originally written for this contest; now much revised

      Al overhears the whisper at the Rockbells' funeral: They went to Ishbal and got themselves killed.

      It follows Winry to school like a mosquito. (They went to help ...) Boys point; girls titter. (... in Ishbal ...) Everybody stares. And whispers.

      (... got themselves killed.)

      Winry says she's proud of her parents -- says she's done crying. (They were helping the Ishbalans ...) Maybe she doesn't hear the whisper. (... got what was coming to them ...) Al hopes so. His hands stiffen, hating it, but you can't swat people like mosquitoes.

      (... do-gooders ... turncoats ...)

      Even if you want to.

      Even if they deserve it.

      (... got themselves killed.)



27. The Art of Language

      Overnight, the adults claim, the mercury fell with an audible thud, but Ed tells Al it was just a dead tree blowing over in the windbreak. Danny Cutter says it's cold enough to freeze the fecking nuts off a brass monkey, which seems equally implausible, but when Ed asks his mother about it, he learns instead that you can't blame other people for what you choose to say.

      He further discovers that soap tastes terrible, but doesn't permanently wash impolite language out of your mouth. Also, when Danny licks the school flagpole, that poetic justice exists -- and it's fecking sweet.



26. The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze

written in response to this challenge, with thanks to Dr. Bailey for the physics lesson

      Riesenbuhl breeds no elephants, and riding slow, steady plow-horses bareback is no challenge, and Den growls when Winry tries to tie old curtains around her middle for a tutu, so the Elric brothers toss the backyard swing over its branch until the seat hangs higher than their heads. Ed wins the first turn because it was his idea; the others boost him up.

      There he discovers how much more swiftly the bob's angular momentum changes when the axis of a pendulum is shortened. But while Al laughs and Winry cheers, he'll never admit how little that knowledge delights him.



25. Ever the Latter End of Joy

      One tree in the Elrics' backyard is unique. Their father found it, or perhaps transmuted it, and planted it for their mother. It flowers, but never fruits. All its petals seem to fall at once in late April, whirling down to skim across the porch and stipple the new grass. Ed remembers shaking the lower branches to add to the fragrant storm, while Al squirmed and laughed in their mother's arms. Snow, Mama, snow!

      That tree burns with the house, of course -- Ed sees to it. Al says nothing, but furtively catches a flying cluster of ashes on his palm.



24. Obsessions

      Winry trails Ed and Al into the pharmacy and buys a bag of peppermints while they debate whether to spend their pooled allowances on boric acid or saltpeter. Ed's capable of all-day arguments with himself, so after five minutes Winry abandons the Elrics for the Morton Bros. (Mechanics) across the street. There, mints-all-around purchases a ringside seat for the diagnosis of an ailing tractor -- not as interesting as helping Granny, but a lot more fun than kicking her heels at the druggist's.

      Walking home, she ignores the sighs and grumbles about how long she made them wait.



23. Endings

      Winry's mother read her a story every night before bed. Their favorite was the one about the peasant girl who knows what the king will say before he says it, though Winry also enjoyed tales of disguised princesses hiding among the geese or beneath a cloak of a thousand furs.

      Now story-time is over, but Winry dreams of her parents lying in a glass coffin and knows she cannot kiss them awake unless she takes their place. The cold touch on her lips wakes her instead; she slaps Den's muzzle away and never apologizes.

      The fairy-books gather dust.



22. Vectors
for [livejournal.com profile] evil_little_dog and [livejournal.com profile] cornerofmadness, with accompanying get-well wishes

      Ed hates being sick even when it excuses him from school. His stomach rejects everything but toast and tea and his mind rattles around like a pebble in a tin can. After another exhausting day in bed, he labors over the makeup assignments his brother brought home, temper soured to crabapple bitterness by Winry's shrieks as she and Den chase Al around the yard. Why's it always me? Why couldn't it've been him?

      That night he totters barefoot down the hall, each shivering step an atonement, to tell their mother that Al needs a basin and some ginger water, too.



21. Autodidact

      At Riesenbuhl's school exercises, the scrubbed and shining junior grades always recite patriotic verses to the proud parents assembled in the classroom. Or almost always: one year, Ed reels off Newton's Three Laws of Motion instead of the inspiring couplet he's supposed to have memorized. Then the already nervous girl beside him (not Winry, who's reaching for some chalk to throw) doesn't know whether to parrot his lines or her own and, before anyone can intervene, bursts into tears ...

      Ed apologizes, eventually. But the teacher neither forgets nor forgives his indignant counter-accusation: "You said this was supposed to be educational!"



20. What Now This Night I See
for Mace

      Pinako Rockbell believes you're old enough to hear the answers once you're old enough to ask the questions. So when her granddaughter wonders what the girl in the ballad was doing among the leaves so green, Pinako tells her.

      Winry walks wide around hedges for a few weeks afterward; then the boys come home and she has other things to think about: the blood on the floor, redder than any rose; the armor clanging louder than silver bells; and Ed and Al holding fast to each other through that long night, and all the nights thereafter, in their charmed circle.



19. The Facts of Life

      The boy remembers the day his innocence first began to dissipate, sublimating like dry ice. Some facts country folk learn early, so nobody warned him away from the barn or shielded him from anything but the cows' unpredictable hooves. Once cantankerous Daisy was safely stalled, Mr. Andersen squatted on a stool beside fat Bess, his head bent against her flank, her jaw working to the shish-shish of milk into tin. The boy's eyes tracked the liquid from pail to source, then sprang wide. He's pulling on its -- things!

      "Want to try?" Mr. Andersen offered.

      Nauseated, newly resolute, Edward Elric fled.



18. If Wishes Were Horses ...

      Ed knows what he wants for his birthday: a red wagon. He tells his mother so, all the way to Riesenbuhl and home again, puffing its carrying capacity, so much greater than the marketing basket's. He pauses only to study the ridge where the Cutter boys court disaster with sleds; Trisha's wry smile passes unheeded.

      Later, braced for her goodnight kiss, he asks, "D'you -- d'you think Dad'll be home for my birthday?"

      Her lips graze his ear instead of his cheek; she murmurs something, Wait and see or We'll see, but he's already muffled his careless mouth in the pillows.



17. Paradise Lost

      When Al's heels slip, he obliges gravity and crashes down against the hillside, grinning even as he rubs his head. The Wrights' sheep cropped this pasture short and moved on: among the spreading patches of clover a veteran crackle protests the renewed invasion, pale blades scratching Al's calves and neck. But the narrow petals gathered gossip-close breathe sweetly around his head and the hot, clear sky shines bluer than gaslight, than denim in the washtub, than Winry's eyes suddenly staring upside-down into his.

      "Where've you been -- "


      " -- Al?" Ed yells from the platform. "C'mon -- we're gone!"

      "I know," he answers.



16. Treetop Travelers

      Ed and Al spend their last truly happy summer up trees.

      They summit them tied together with Winry's jump-rope, whispering to avoid starting an avalanche.

      They sail them through pirate-ridden seas and howling equinoctical gales, prefacing every remark with "Ahoy!" or "Avast!" and calling each other "you lubber" until their mother makes them stop.

      They try to ride them through the Eastern Desert to fabled Xing, but must abandon their faithful, desiccated, dying mounts to crawl toward what might be an oasis or merely a tantalizing mirage.

      They could just climb them, but where's the fun in that?



15. Legacies

      Winry has her mother's pearls, a string of Creatan "fishes' tears" with a tricky clasp, sleeping in a velvet-lined silver box until the day she turns sixteen.

      And she has her father's gold-plated pocket watch, its case engraved with a message from his fraternity brothers: Facta non verba. 1897.

      And she has their textbooks -- anatomy, physiology, surgery, obstetrics -- annotated in her mother's round Spencerian hand and her father's jittery medical scrawl. After the memorial service, she reads them over and over, listening to voices untouched by sorrow or time, discovering that knowledge is power, but learning is love.



14. Outnumbered

      Now and then the Elric brothers close ranks against Winry: go away, we don't want you, we're busy! She wouldn't mind so much if they'd warn her ahead of time or at least explain why. You're a GIRL! doesn't count. As her grandmother says, that's a fact, not an excuse.

      Sometimes Al apologizes later, but neither boy ever tells her what they were up to. Eventually she pretends not to care, sheering off at the first sign of dismissal. She has her own projects, after all. Someday she'll show them what she learned while they were so busy without her.



13. However Improbable

      Al can't quite believe it's this simple. Simple? Ed scoffs, reminding him of the weeks of research, the partial experiments, the reticulose equations that define their transmutation circle. Besides, people, even scientists, overlook the obvious all the time. Gravity existed for millennia before Newton published his Principia, didn't it?

      Al has no counterargument, only wordless uneasiness. Ed thumps his brother in the shoulder as he always does, whether they're preparing to sled down Cutter's Cliff or eat fried worms on a bet. We can do this. Trust me.

      As always, Al returns the thump with interest. Pass me the chalk.



12. Scheherazade

      "Song, mama?" asks Al as Trisha lays him down.

      "No, more story!" Ed, theoretically tucked in, has kicked his blankets into a tangle for her to straighten: anything to delay the moment his traitor body succumbs to sleep. No lullabies for him, but he hasn't realized the endless picaresque she spins might serve the same purpose.

      " -- when he cut off the wolf's head, a bird flew out -- "

      The bird sings for Al, telling the prince where to find the water of life. Ed grumbles, eyelids drooping, and the story runs on till he snores open-mouthed, to be continued another night.



11. Want Shall Be Your Master

      The best things in life are free. Who needs electric trains or windup cars when you've got rocks to throw in the creek or frogs to hide in each other's desks on a dare? The boys can't understand why Winry, with the run of her grandmother's workbench, sighs over Lily's fancy, 'spensive china doll. Watching her suck up to Lily at recess makes Ed gag; watching Lily turn away makes Al frown. As Winry's face falls, the brothers' eyes meet, thinking of the same page in Elementary Alchemy and the school sandbox.

      But not then, not yet, of a price.



10. Charmed Life

      Like all children, they believe a really good game involves risk. But though Ed ringleads them through a hundred death-defying stunts each month, he collects nothing worse than scrapes and bruises falling out of trees or into bushes.

      It's Winry, braking to avoid a cat crossing the road, who somersaults over her handlebars and spends a day in bed with a concussion.

      It's Al, jumping from the Andersens' hayloft, who lands sideways on his ankle and has to be driven home in the dog-cart.

      "You lead a charmed life, Edward," his mother sighs.

      Ed grins. He knows it's true.



9. First Love
for Joy and Sue and the Katies, who don't laugh when I try writing romance

      Al falls in love with Winry the day she rescues him.

      Ed's home in bed sick, exposing his brother to ambush by the schoolyard gang they've defeated once too often. Steeling himself for martyrdom, Al hovers in the cloakroom until Winry unexpectedly grabs his arm and drags him outside past his would-be assassins. They won't stoop to fighting girls, so they're reduced to jeers ("Elric's got a GIRLfriend!") which bounce off Al like cotton balls. Winry doesn't even blush. "Those jerks!" she says, defiantly taking his hand. "Wanna play hardware store?"

      "Sure!" he replies, already hoping Ed's still sick tomorrow.



8. Hic Incipit Vita Nova

      Winry graduates from eighth grade in a sleeveless blue dress with mother-of-pearl buttons ordered from the Sawyer and Hart catalog. She accepts her diploma demurely, mincing across the stage to polite applause, and waits until the ceremony is over to whoop and toss her hat in the air and hug everyone within reach.

      The next morning, flush with ambition, she accompanies her grandmother to the notary to seal her indentures. The dress hangs for days on the chair where she threw it after Nelly's graduation party, but an apprentice automail engineer has more important things to worry about than clothes.



7. Down By the Station

      None of them has cens to waste, but they found the coin together under the station bench, so it's only fair to use it for something they can all enjoy. Winry and Al keep watch while Ed jumps off the platform and lays the cen on the near rail, then scrambles back up.

      Ten minutes later the express rumbles through, car after car of coal headed west toward Central. They shield their faces from the cinder-laden wind of its passage. Afterward Ed retrieves the squashed coin and they laugh at Liberty's face, her sober smile distorted into a grimace.



6. Tears

      The first time Ed made Winry cry, they were playing hide-and-seek. He and Al, grinning underneath a wild rose bush, watched her searching everywhere else and didn't come out when she called the game over. She walked past them twice more, yelling their names, and they still didn't come out.

      Then she started crying and they couldn't.

      After she ran home, they followed, slowly. "I didn't know where you were!" she gulped when everyone stopped scolding to let the brothers apologize.

      Though Ed hasn't learned how not to make Winry cry, he knows better than to hide when she does.



5. Almost Like Mom's
for my fellow Charter Orphans, in memory of that first apple pie

      Winry learned to cook after her parents' death. Pinako makes delicious soups ("You can't kill soup, child") but not much else. She has no taste for sweets, either ("Sugar rots your teeth and brain"). If Winry wants gingerbread or oatmeal cookies, she has to bake them herself.

      Her mother's recipe box was a masterclass in domestic chemistry; with Trisha Elric's help Winry muddled through failure ("These taste like dog biscuits!" "How would you know?" "Uh ... ") to competence ("S'okay; can I have seconds?"), pursuing excellence. As precious as Granny's That'll do is Ed's admission, This is almost as good as Mom's.



4. Gloria Totius Mundi
for Kristin, again

      At first, they ignored what they couldn't read: their father's Amestrian books held treasure enough. But his notes defeated them, so now Ed attacks classical texts with dictionary and grammar, claiming knowledge as plunder.

      When he abandons the field, tired or frustrated or hungry, Al filches the grammars for study, intrigued by the passages from Homer and Caesar bivouacked among the rules and exercises. Someday, when all obscurities are fled and his mother can tuck him in again, he'll translate the whole Odyssey by flashlight under the covers, though she nightly discover and scold him for such a transparent stratagem.



3. The Fly
for Andrew, pop-culture maven and all-around helpful guy

      After the stone ended the fly-man's torment, the children walked home, pensive and shivering in the August sunshine. "I wonder how it worked," Winry said. "That machine."

      "Alchemy?" Al suggested doubtfully.

      "You can't do alchemy on humans," Ed objected.

      "You shouldn't," Al corrected him. "But engines don't do things like that -- alchemy does."

      Ed dragged his feet, chin down. "And he wasn't trying to make a chimera -- maybe you could just disintegrate something and send it somewhere ... "

      Winry stared at him. "What're you talking about? I meant the projector, dummy."

      She broke into a run, leaving them to catch up.



2. The Sneeze
for Lucy and Noël, who might just get it

      The tickle in his nose is driving him crazy. Al suggested looking at the sky, but left when nothing happened, bored by his brother's complaints. Stretched out under the maple, Ed wriggles impatiently and squints again at the sun through the leaves.

      Winry skips by, then backtracks and leans over him. "What'cha doing?"

      "I'm -- " he says, and the sneeze explodes right into her face.

      "Eww!" She recoils, arms flailing; he rolls over and prudently turtles. "Edward Elric, that's GROSS!"

      Scrubbing at her mouth, she runs off. He scrambles up and follows, sniffling thoughtfully, wondering if he can do it again.



1. Ghosts
for Dave, requiescat in pace

      "Granny?"

      The whisper isn't even as loud as the tentative tap it follows, but Al's voice yanks Pinako right out of bed and over to the door in her nightdress. "What is it, child?"

      He's nothing but eyes since the funeral, though she's tried to keep him fed and occupied. "I thought I saw a ghost."

      She puts both hands firmly on his shoulders. "There's no such thing as ghosts."

      Al bursts into tears. Ten seconds later, Ed erupts into the hall, pulling him away. "I told you not to ask her!" he scolds.

      Dammit. Rebuked, Pinako bites her tongue.



Author's Notes: It occurs to me that drabble #3 ("The Fly") makes more sense if you know the basic plot of The Fly: a scientist, testing his newly-invented teleportation device, accidentally commingles his body with that of a fly. Bad Things ensue. (Ed and Al mention this film in passing in manga chapter 21.)

The title of drabble #4 ("Gloria Totius Mundi") is taken from a line in the Tabula Smaragdina, that odd little text which occupied so many of this universe's alchemists, including Sir Isaac Newton. The title of drabble #8 ("Hic Incipit Vita Nova") is one of Dante Alighieri's more famous utterances: "Here begins the new life." Just in case anyone doesn't know this already, Scheherazade (drabble #12) is the heroine of the frame story of The Book of a Thousand and One Nights whose nightly cliff-hangers preserved her life. Drabble #29 takes its title from a line in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (from the balcony scene, of course): "At lovers' perjuries, / They say, Jove laughs ..."

Regarding the coin in drabble #7 ("Down By the Station"), I couldn't find a visual reference for a cen in either the manga or the anime, so I borrowed the early twentieth-century American use of Liberty on coinage in order to build a bit of a zinger into the final line. If anyone can point me to a picture of a cen, I'll be pleased to look. UPDATE: [livejournal.com profile] karleen_tea has done so in the comments below. Guess they've changed the design a bit since Ed was a tot. :-)

The engraving inside Urey Rockbell's pocket-watch in drabble #15 ("Legacies") is the Latin motto of this world's Phi Delta Epsilon medical fraternity and means, "Deeds, not words."

The ballad Winry puzzles over in drabble #20 ("What Now This Night I See") is, of course, Tam Lin; the title is a line from one of its many versions. In drabble #21, Ed's opinion of the educational value of poetry, patriotic or otherwise, is not necessarily that of the author.

In drabble #23 ("Vectors"), ginger water is a folk remedy against nausea. This drabble can also be read as a companion piece to #9, "First Love".

[Acknowledgments: Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) was created by Arakawa Hiromu and is serialized monthly in Shonen Gangan (Square Enix); the anime of the same title was directed by Mizushima Seiji and story-edited by Aikawa Sho. Copyright for these properties is held by Arakawa Hiromu, Square Enix, Mainichi Broadcasting System, Aniplex, Bones, and dentsu. All rights reserved.]
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
loved the new additions especially the cookies one

These taste like dog biscuits!" "How would you know?" "Uh ... "

Ed ate doggie biscuits? Well what boy can resist, right?

Date: 2007-01-12 06:59 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Exactly! (And, at the risk of revealing too much about my own childhood, I'll widen that to, "What child can resist?" I mean, when you're trying to provision the tree fort and you're not allowed to raid the cookie jar for real play food but the dog biscuit box is out in plain view in the garage ... well, I ask you, why not? :-)

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Date: 2007-01-13 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricnonsense.livejournal.com
Hm, let's talk about them one by one:

"Tears" - Squeeeeeeeee. Very very cute, and very sweet.

"Almost Like Mom's" - Fantastic. So many emotions packed into a hundred words. Great stuff.

"Gloria Totius Mundi" - I really like the insight into kid Al here.

"The Fly" - Very cute in a Mars vs Venus kind of way, but it's not as good as the others, I have to admit.

"The Sneeze" - I laughed really hard at this one.

"Ghosts" - *whimpers* Awwwwwwwww.

Date: 2007-01-13 01:48 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks! You're right about "The Fly" -- I realized after it was finished that its core idea was really too big for a drabble (too much of the background is left implicit), but I liked the joke so I bulled through. Doing that one wrong, though, really helped me with the subsequent three ("Gloria Totius Mundi," "Almost Like Mom's" and "Tears"). I'd been drabbling by the seat of my pants up till now, but suddenly I had a much clearer front-of-the-brain concept of how expansive a moment would fit the form if I kept taking the 100-word limit seriously. Hopefully I won't forget ...

And everybody loves "The Sneeze". I archived it over on FF.net with the advertisement "Ed, Winry and an inadvertent exchange of bodily fluids" and got a serious lesson in the power of marketing -- more hits in a day than I'd ever gotten before. :-)

Peace!

Date: 2007-01-13 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] terracottabones.livejournal.com
These are so sweet and tender - very nice drabble work. I'm not sure I understand #1 - Pinako regretted what, exactly?

Anyway, these are all lovely! Excellent snapshots - I like how they're all Younger Characters, too. It's refreshing.

Date: 2007-01-13 02:01 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
I'm not sure I understand #1 - Pinako regretted what, exactly?

"Ghosts" should have taught me what I didn't learn till "The Fly" -- that leaving too much to the reader's imagination in a drabble robs it of power. The idea is that Al thinks he's seen his mother's ghost, can't get Ed to confirm the experience, and goes to Pinako for reassurance. The "Twilight Zone" moment here is that Pinako thinks he's afraid the ghost is real when he's actually afraid that it's not. So Pinako regrets not thinking that through and inadvertently hurting Al (as Ed clearly expected she'd do. Two-of-a-kind rational beings, that pair).

Anyway, these are all lovely! Excellent snapshots - I like how they're all Younger Characters, too. It's refreshing.

Thanks! It's fun to write about them as children; makes a good break from the teenage angst in my other WIPs. (Speaking of angst, I'm looking forward to more Living Room Space (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3134570/1/) when you get 'round to it again [makes hopeful eyes] ... )

Peace.

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Date: 2007-01-13 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
Luff to all of these - the first three, which I've not read previously, struck a deep chord in me, "Tears" and "Almost Like Mom's" particularly. Though Al translating under the covers at night just cracks me up. What a cute li'l geek boy he is.

Date: 2007-01-15 06:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks! Winry cooking is just on my mind lately, as I try to finish up that [livejournal.com profile] ed_winry Christmas Challenge piece that mutated into something else. Nothing like the winter solstice to get my characters into the recipe box. :-)

Al translating under the covers at night just cracks me up. What a cute li'l geek boy he is.

Yep. He strikes me as the knowledge-for-knowledge's-sake one of the brothers; Ed probably prefers an education he can do things with.

Peace.

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Date: 2007-01-19 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricnonsense.livejournal.com
Oh yay, there's more of them!

"First Love" - Cute cute cute cute cute. Winry asking "Wanna play hardware store?" really cracks me up, and it's such a sweet Al moment.

"Hic Incipit Vita Nova" - Oh, that's so Winry. So very very Winry.

"Down by the Station" - I've never smashed a coin on the train tracks, but I have put one through metal rollers. Even at 22, squishing a coin is still fun, so I can imagine the great amusement those three would have gotten from it.

Can't say enough (coherent) good things about the latest additions. They're just great snapshot moments, great bursts of almost timeless childhood experiences. You deserve more than cookies for this one; how about triple chocolate cake? (Though that's not nearly as easy to say as "cookie for you!" *grin*)

Date: 2007-01-19 03:26 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Oh yay, there's more of them!

But of course. When in doubt, I drabble. I'm proud of Winry's "hardware store" line, because I had to work it out and it seems to have been successful. I'm more nervous about the things I construct than the things which come as inspirations. And I like childishly selfish Al, cheerfully consigning his brother to another day in bed with the 'flu (or whatever Ed's caught) so he can hang out with Winry. Winry graduating is slightly fleshed-out backstory to the eternally-in-progress "Errands of the Eye" (aka "Winry and Paninya go to the movies"). And though I started "Down By the Station" with the idea of depicting the fun of coin-squashing, it's the ironic political comment at the end that makes it for me now.

They're just great snapshot moments, great bursts of almost timeless childhood experiences. You deserve more than cookies for this one; how about triple chocolate cake? (Though that's not nearly as easy to say as "cookie for you!" *grin*)

Mmm, chocolate. This sequence hasn't yet turned into a paralyzing trip down memory lane (I haven't borrowed any actual events from my own childhood), but it's fun to think about the things kids do and try to boil them down to a hundred-word image. More in the queue, but first I'm going to finish up my rather overdue Christmas 'fic.

Peace.

Date: 2007-01-19 04:38 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] cuylerjade.livejournal.com
Can't get enough of these! So cute!!

Date: 2007-01-19 03:10 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Just like your icon. :-) Mind you, I always find cutesy blushing Envy vaguely ... disturbing, in a cognitive-dissonance sort of way. (And I do hope the OVAs get an R1 license, because I really want to hear what Wendy Powell would do with that moment. She'd probably be able to stop suppressing her native accent, if nothing else. :-)

Date: 2007-01-19 12:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grass-angel.livejournal.com
I'm sure I left a comment somewhere... Regardless, I love Winry saying 'hardware store' instead of any other childhood game one might play. And squashed coins ARE fun.

Date: 2007-01-19 03:14 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
I'm sure I left a comment somewhere...

Is there a LiveJournal lost and found?

Regardless, I love Winry saying 'hardware store' instead of any other childhood game one might play.

I had to think about that. I actually wrote "Wanna play ... " and stopped dead, because I wanted a social-environment game (which let out checkers and things like that), but I didn't want to say "house" (or, heaven forbid, "doctor"). My family has a game called "shoe store" where the kids collect all the shoes in the room and set up shop "selling" them back to their owners. "Hardware store" seemed an appropriately Winry-esque analog. And of course Al'd agree to anything she proposed at that point. :-)

Peace!

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Date: 2007-01-19 02:47 pm (UTC)
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love them, especially Al's.

Date: 2007-01-19 03:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
I thought that might tug effectively at the humors. [buffs nails] I'm surprised how many people enjoy the coin one, though. I hadn't thought of squashing things as a human universal, but it looks like it must be.

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Date: 2007-01-19 05:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] summerhorse.livejournal.com
I LOVED these! I'd break down each and every one to bask in their glory, but I'm short on time so I'm just letting you know that they're all wonderful and you're very talented!

Date: 2007-01-19 07:31 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Wow. Thanks! I'm glad you liked them, but now I think I have to go out and buy myself a bigger hat again. :-)

I love this series...

Date: 2007-01-19 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamagoodfeather.livejournal.com

Number seven reminded me of all of the pennies my cousins and I set out to be smashed on the tracks out away from my papaw's store. I reckon any kid who lives close enough to a freight line has done this at one time or another.

Re: I love this series...

Date: 2007-01-20 12:36 am (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Everyone except me, as I mentioned up-thread. Ah, well. I led a rather dull childhood. Sometimes I think I became a writer so I can live vicariously through my characters ...

Date: 2007-01-20 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orion117.livejournal.com
I love Number Nine, partly because I used to play hardware store in a hardware store (my grandfather's), and partly for the last line. Winry would very much enjoy Hardware Store...sorting screws, mixing paint, it's all good.

Date: 2007-01-20 11:48 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Default)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Indeed! I always enjoyed accompanying my family to the local hardware/tools/lumber store (of the now defunct Channel chain). Looking at all the different models of ceiling light and mailbox, smelling the cut wood ... ahhh. Delightful.

Date: 2007-01-27 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rigella.livejournal.com
These are great, truly! There's not enough good fic set around this period in the timeline. Also, kudos for recognizing the movie Arakawa referenced, I was wondering about that. XD

Date: 2007-01-27 01:42 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Default)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks a lot! Would you believe I haven't actually seen The Fly? It's just one of those films that was part of the pop culture in my childhood (the Vincent Price version got rerun on the Saturday afternoon "Chiller Theater" a lot).

Date: 2007-02-03 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snippy-chan.livejournal.com
These are so precious! I especially like Gloria Totius Mundi. <3

Although, does "telling the prince where to find the water of life" in Scheherazade have reference to Ling?

Date: 2007-02-03 03:40 am (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
These are so precious! I especially like Gloria Totius Mundi.

Thanks! (There's two more now, missed in the opening post-up. Oops.) "Gloria Totius Mundi" is me taking both my English major and my classics minor out for a walk. I never did manage to read The Odyssey in the original Greek, but the Fitzgerald translation made it one of my favorite stories, so I passed that preference on to Al.

Although, does "telling the prince where to find the water of life" in Scheherazade have reference to Ling?

Nope, just a common European fairy-tale motif, crossed slightly with the idea of the Elixir Vitae. I didn't want to duplicate [livejournal.com profile] domlandbubbles's clever meta-folktales in "Let's Play" (http://domlandbubbles.livejournal.com/99656.html) -- and I was also running right up against the hundred-word limit, so I didn't push the possible future-history parallels. (The drabble that would have been #15 is in the process of expanding into a short story; I can't always be writing prose haiku, evidently. :-)

Peace!

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Date: 2007-02-04 01:48 am (UTC)
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#10 and #11 are my favorites out of the new batch, but I think #10 just barely beats #11 because of the painful implication of a future that isn't as charmed.

Date: 2007-02-04 02:15 am (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
I seem to have written a lot of foreshadowing into this batch. Or maybe just a fair amount of irony. Ed and Al's attempt at human transmutation is such a break point in their lives that it reshapes everything that precedes it. What they know prior to that point -- trust, luck or skill -- looks completely different afterwards. It's almost too easy to be ironic about their innocence; I'm going to have to be careful not to run that mode into the ground if I keep on with these drabbles. (My personal favorite of this bunch is "Scheherazade", which hasn't got an ironic bone in its body.)

Date: 2007-03-03 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karleen-tea.livejournal.com
Oh, I absolutely adore these! "Treetop Travelers" may be my favorite of this latest batch. It reminds me of my own childhood adventures. <3

Date: 2007-03-03 07:17 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks! The trees in my backyard were never just trees, either, although they usually just tended to be houses or castles. I had a whole Anne of Green Gables-esque town built around various places in the yard at one point and would wander about playing all the parts for hours. :-)

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Date: 2007-03-04 08:16 am (UTC)
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Wheeeee! I so adore your chibi drabbles! And -SO- envy your ability to actually write GOOD drabbles in the first place.

Date: 2007-03-04 01:28 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thank you very much! Of course, I admire people who have the discipline to work at novel length -- that post-manga Al-in-Xing story is poking me in the side again, begging to be written, and I keep pushing it away, because the research issues alone would be the end of me, not to mention the machination plotting ...

Date: 2007-03-04 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orchid-falls.livejournal.com
I'm pretty new to the fandom, so I'm trying to avoid later on spoilers and the like. This being said, there's a part of me that is already searching out for some good fiction. Thankfully I stumbled upon your collection of drabbles and I'm so glad I did. Each one is just adorable and was a real delight to read. (The sneeze and ghosts being my favourites) Your writing is wonderful and I'll certainly be coming back to read more of your work later on. Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2007-03-05 01:18 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
You're welcome. Thanks for reading! I'm only a year or so into this fandom myself (my one-year anniversary as a fanfiction writer is coming up in a few weeks) and I remember quite clearly the moment when I stumbled over the Scimitar Smile (http://www.scimitarsmile.com) website and thought, "Hey, lookit all this good stuff!" Happiness is a full reading queue.

(The sneeze and ghosts being my favourites)

Everybody likes "The Sneeze". It seems to speak to something deep inside all of us (what, I scarcely dare guess :-).

Peace!

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Date: 2007-03-05 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] terracottabones.livejournal.com
Loved "Legacies." Very sweet ending, and good atmosphere all around (even though it was so short! Amazing.). I was confused about "Treetop Travelers" with the "summit" part as a verb...but then I got it as I kept reading. ^__^

Date: 2007-03-05 01:28 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Loved "Legacies." Very sweet ending, and good atmosphere all around (even though it was so short! Amazing.).

Thanks! The last line or so runs really close to being more style than substance, but I don't think it actually crosses the boundary. (Phew.) And I always like to think about the material objects that the characters might encounter (particularly when it allows me to do historical research about early 20th-century material culture. E.g. Christmas lights in Light the Traveler Home (http://nebroadwe.livejournal.com/18696.html).

I was confused about "Treetop Travelers" with the "summit" part as a verb...but then I got it as I kept reading.

Oops. I went through a phase about five years ago where I read nothing but climbers' accounts of mountaineering, which I would never ever ever want to do myself. Armchair adventure is all I need, thank you. But that added "to summit" to my vocabulary, which helps when you're trying to write no more than 100 words about reaching the highest peak of a mountain. :-)

Date: 2007-04-09 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricnonsense.livejournal.com
o_O. How did I manage to miss the update with 10-16?

Glad I found them now though, because they're just wonderful (as usual). I think my favorites in that set are "Want Shall Be Your Master" and "Legacies," though "Treetop Travelers" has such a great tone.

Date: 2007-04-13 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karleen-tea.livejournal.com
*waves hand* I was re-reading a few chapters, and I've found a cen! (My lucky day? x3)

Image

And there you have it. Still a wonderful story. <3

Date: 2007-04-14 01:50 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thank you! I didn't notice the close-up -- looks like a maple leaf or starburst on the one side and probably a denominational amount between, um, feathers? laurel branches? wheat ears? on the other. They must have changed the design since Ed was little. :-)

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Date: 2007-06-06 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tir-synni.livejournal.com
They were all gorgeous, but the second and the last made me sniffle a little. Poor boys.

Date: 2007-06-06 01:16 am (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks. I started out going for the melodrama and then turned into Captain CheapLaughs over the milk thing. I like being able to do both, but I think the former is my home base.

Date: 2007-06-06 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricnonsense.livejournal.com
*grin* I'll gladly take the blame if you keep churning out pieces like "Paradise Lost" and "The Facts of Life." Loved them!

*snickers at Ed's psychological... deflowering*

Date: 2007-06-06 12:13 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
I'll gladly take the blame if you keep churning out pieces like "Paradise Lost" and "The Facts of Life." Loved them!

Thanks! I thought for a while there that my supply of inspiration for these drabbles has dried up, but with a good poke from your questions it fired right back up again.

*snickers at Ed's psychological... deflowering*

There's a double meaning in the metaphor of my opening line. :-) And I just had to take advantage of the manga's characterization of Ed as being unwilling to drink anything excreted out of a cow. I've milked 'em myself and it's definitely a bit ... odd ... if you actually think about what you're doing. Poor Ed can't even get that far.

Peace!

Date: 2007-06-06 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] light-rises.livejournal.com
I've read (and enjoyed, yes :D) all the other drabbles in this series -- but as my sibling/roomie has crawled into bed, I'll have to leave off with somewhat truncated comments on the latest three for now. ^^;

*giggles madly at The Facts of Life* Oh, yes -- so much joy at seeing this idea written down! (And, of course, kudos to [livejournal.com profile] lyricnonsense for inspiring it.) It doesn't surprise me at all that something so sma -- er, inconsequential in hindsight has managed to stick in Ed's psyche years down the road, and not just because Ed is Ed (but as I'm convinced certain things in Ed's mind are magnified beyond their actual importance in comparison to most folks, well...:P). In my mind, baby carrots = *slight stomach churning* despite being about ten or so years removed from, er, That Time. >.>; So personal experience and believability aside, I really do like the idea of having Ed's disdain for milk stem from very situation-specific circumstances rather than a "I actually tried the stuff and hated it." Although I still think he should drink the darn milk. 'Cause c'mon -- milk is awesome! The boy is delusional to believe it could be anything less than that. ;)

The only thing that slightly threw me was the "Curious, he squatted, too," where my brain went, "Wait, 'he' who?!" for a split second since I was still associating the pronoun with Mr. Anderson. XD;; I would be tempted to change the "he" to a short epitaph or Ed's name itself, but I understand why you didn't do the latter and you don't really have room to do the former without nixing a word or two elsewhere, so...*ends nitpick* ^^;

Oddly -- although my ears tend to perk up at anything that even remotely touches upon the Ed+Hohenheim relationship -- I don't have much to say about If Wishes Were Horses ... other than I "awww"ed at it, it's lovely and quietly poignant as it is, and I thought that both the placement of the hitch in Ed's voice and the last sentence as a whole were very, very effective. *grins*

And Paradise Lost -- oh... *sighs at and ♥ s so very much* Such beautiful and vivid beginning prose -- such nice flow, too! -- and the suddenness of the transition to the last two paragraphs as well as the starkness of the prose of said paragraphs themselves...oh, curse you people for catering so well to my weakness when it comes to Al! ...Now I'm left with the urge to adopt him. Again. But then what else is new? :D;;;

Ahem. But yes -- more kudos sent [livejournal.com profile] lyricnonsense's way, and a "Bravo!" to you. *grins and scurries off to bed before the Older Sister insists again that she turn off the light ^^;;;*

Date: 2007-06-06 07:41 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
It doesn't surprise me at all that something so sma -- er, inconsequential in hindsight has managed to stick in Ed's psyche years down the road, and not just because Ed is Ed (but as I'm convinced certain things in Ed's mind are magnified beyond their actual importance in comparison to most folks, well...:P). ... I really do like the idea of having Ed's disdain for milk stem from very situation-specific circumstances rather than a "I actually tried the stuff and hated it."

That was my thought, knowing that Ed grew up in the country and remembering the line from chapter 14 of the manga about where milk comes from. Suddenly it seemed reasonable that he'd be so freaked by the process that it would color his reaction to the product ever after. (In deference to Arakawa-sensei's background, I would just like to say that I do not myself think that dairy farmers are perverse! I have relatives in the business, after all. And if they're perverse, it's for other reasons.)

Although I still think he should drink the darn milk. 'Cause c'mon -- milk is awesome! The boy is delusional to believe it could be anything less than that.

You bet. Mmm, milk. Does a body good. And I bet he doesn't object to ice cream.

The only thing that slightly threw me was the "Curious, he squatted, too," where my brain went, "Wait, 'he' who?!" for a split second since I was still associating the pronoun with Mr. Anderson.

Agh. No, that's a justifiable nitpick -- and, I blush to say, one that occurred to me during composition, but I just couldn't figure out what else to write. I'm working on a solution, but it's confoundedly difficult to keep to the word limit, make sense and sound good all at the same time. Which is why I compose drabbles, of course. Mere words cannot defeat me!

Oddly -- although my ears tend to perk up at anything that even remotely touches upon the Ed+Hohenheim relationship -- I don't have much to say about "If Wishes Were Horses ..." other than I "awww"ed at it, it's lovely and quietly poignant as it is, and I thought that both the placement of the hitch in Ed's voice and the last sentence as a whole were very, very effective.

Thanks! One of these days I'll get around to writing that 'fic about Ed and Hohenheim in Paris that's been sitting around in notes forever. (I have the ground plan of their flat all mapped out, but then I got hung up over the fact that the weather in France at the time was notable for something other than what I'd envisioned and the development process ground to a halt. So I wrote The Four Last Things (http://nebroadwe.livejournal.com/9585.html) instead.) This drabble got written from the middle outward -- Ed betraying himself first with his silence, then with his speech was the heart of the writing idea (the inspiration beneath that was the question about Hohenheim being there for his birthday, with all that implies character-wise). I kept looking back at "Charmed Life" and "Scheherazade" to make sure I wasn't repeating any phrases from either of those drabbles -- the most amazing thing about writing to me right now is that there's always more of it, always another way to describe a situation, person or object that I haven't used yet. No wonder people believe in Muses.

Glad you enjoyed "Paradise Lost," too -- that's me beating the thesaurus to a pulp again in order to squeeze out a properly sensual description. Thank goodness I went for a walk 'round the neighborhood and smelled the clover. I think my next drabble in this series will be about honeysuckle and fireflies -- I'm having a serious bout of nostalgia for my lost childhood out in the country. Suburban living just doesn't cut it.

Peace!

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From: [identity profile] nigai-amai.livejournal.com
I loved all of them ^_^ (tried to point out a favorite one, but there are too many ^_^;) aaww, childhood memories...

Date: 2008-01-05 02:51 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks! These pop up every now and then; I've been carrying the notes for #20 and #21 in my head for weeks now, but I was in a bit of a writing slump, so they never got developed. The "Tam Lin" one originally took a different tack, making Winry the one who holds on, but when I actually sat down to type it out, it went this way instead. (Somebody else did an Al/Winry "Tam Lin" AU short story, but bedoggoned if I can remember now where I saw it.)

Date: 2008-01-05 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricnonsense.livejournal.com
Still fantastic. I really liked the latest two.

Date: 2008-01-05 02:52 pm (UTC)
ext_110433: The Magdalen Reading (Writer)
From: [identity profile] nebroadwe.livejournal.com
Thanks! I liked the latest installment of Divergence, too, and must remember to get 'round and actually say so [makes firm mental note].
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