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writetomyheart2019-11-03 09:59 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2019-11-03 09:59 pm
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[team four] wanting gladness
Hello team four! I’m sorry about the delay in starting off the team, this past week was a bit of a week and so, with two teams to start, I couldn’t quite manage. As you can see from the sidebar, though I’ll be captaining the team, I won’t be part of the writing roster (except this first time. Please refer to the sidebar to know who to tag, as usual. Of course, please let me know if you have any questions. (twitter or email)
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alchemicink for the idea!
There are seagulls crying over the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs as Ed creaks up the rough steps hewn into the rock. Up ahead, he can see Al on the lighthouse steps, hair pulled out of its braid by the fingers of wind that swirl it around his face as he gazed out to sea—but it’s probably just his melodramatic imagination. As if to prove his point, just at that moment, Al crouches down to pet the frankly oversized cat that’s rubbing itself against his legs.
“Sigh,” Ed says, rolling his eyes at Al, and then himself for good measure.
“Hello brother,” Al calls, waving. With his navy cable-knit sweater and hand-knit fingerless gloves he’s far too sensibly dresses for the weather. Ed scowls back in reply, tugging the red hoody closer around his neck. His leg and arm aren’t killing him, but the damp coolness of the air definitely isn’t doing him any favours.
“What did Mustang do this time?” Al asks as Ed reaches the foot of the lighthouse steps proper. The mortar between the stones is starting to crumble and the surface is damp with spray. One of these days, Ed’s going to wipe out and miss the edge of the cliff entirely.
“The White House is going plastic-free,” Ed says, and then promptly manages to lose his footing. He’ll blame Roy, of course, for distracting him even when they’re hundreds of kilometres away—luckily enough, he manages to overbalance forward and only scrapes up one palm. Al’s fingerless gloves would have been great right about now.
amaxingbaek, you’re up!
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alchemicink for the idea!There are seagulls crying over the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs as Ed creaks up the rough steps hewn into the rock. Up ahead, he can see Al on the lighthouse steps, hair pulled out of its braid by the fingers of wind that swirl it around his face as he gazed out to sea—but it’s probably just his melodramatic imagination. As if to prove his point, just at that moment, Al crouches down to pet the frankly oversized cat that’s rubbing itself against his legs.
“Sigh,” Ed says, rolling his eyes at Al, and then himself for good measure.
“Hello brother,” Al calls, waving. With his navy cable-knit sweater and hand-knit fingerless gloves he’s far too sensibly dresses for the weather. Ed scowls back in reply, tugging the red hoody closer around his neck. His leg and arm aren’t killing him, but the damp coolness of the air definitely isn’t doing him any favours.
“What did Mustang do this time?” Al asks as Ed reaches the foot of the lighthouse steps proper. The mortar between the stones is starting to crumble and the surface is damp with spray. One of these days, Ed’s going to wipe out and miss the edge of the cliff entirely.
“The White House is going plastic-free,” Ed says, and then promptly manages to lose his footing. He’ll blame Roy, of course, for distracting him even when they’re hundreds of kilometres away—luckily enough, he manages to overbalance forward and only scrapes up one palm. Al’s fingerless gloves would have been great right about now.
amaxingbaek, you’re up!
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Al in a cable-knit sweater!!! Roy being a distraction without even being there!!
I really enjoyed this little snippet, and I look forward to more if you decide to continue it ♡
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