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[rarebloorose]

A drabble word - intrigued/intrigue etc

I ended up adding to the word count when I went to edit it! lmao!

“Huh. This is really intriguing.” Al said as he stroked his chin in thought.

“So, did you figure it out?!” 

Both brothers stood over the lab bench, examining the mushy handwritten letter that came with the abnormally large bouquet of sunflowers.

“This has been happening all week, and I just want to know who keeps sending these, but I can't figure out who!” Even though Ed was ranting over the letter, his face was bright red. Ed had never been good with emotional stuff.

Al held back his laughter because he was just amazed at how smart yet dumb his brother could be.

“Yeah, I know who it is.”

Ed's face lit up. “That's my baby brother! Who is? How’dya figure it out??”

Al pointed to the letter and slid it under each word as he read. 

“My dearest Edward, you are truly a remarkable human being. Every chance I get to spend with you is the highlight of my day. Sunflowers symbolize loyalty and admiration, all things I feel towards you. You surely are a beacon of light during my darkest hours, and it would be my greatest honor if you would allow me to take you out.

Your’s truly,

     Your secret Admirer.”

When Al looked up, Ed's face was even redder than before.

“Did you really have to read that again?” Ed grumbled.

“Yeah, because you're an idiot, brother,” Al said gently as his brother gaped. “Look, the 'r' in remarkable; the 'o' in outing and 'y' in your's truly, are all slightly darker than the rest of the letters. What do you think R-O-Y spells, Ed?” Al knew he had a cheeky look on his face, but he couldn't help it. The general was probably tired of Ed missing everything that pointed to him. He even made it surprisingly easier for Ed, and he still missed it.

“Roy…” Ed’s voice was barely above a whisper, and not a second later, he was shredding his lab coat and booking it to the front door.

“Where are you going?” Al called.

“I need to go talk to Mustang.” Al was surprised at how calm Ed sounded.

“Good luck!”

[nic-mccool]

Contemplation of a Wintry Walk

First January snow, walking from one suburb to another along the highway. Bundled a little too much at first, peeling layers one by one, and a tree takes the opportunity to drop a snowball on my freshly exposed neck.

A fire station, a church, Bloodworks, Planned Parenthood. A route I’ve driven many times before, and yet never walked. It is a treasure to linger by each whitened rooftop, to luxuriate by the speckled trees, to marvel at the world we’ve created for ourselves, reclaimed in the smallest way, for the smallest time, by nature.

I am much closer to nature than I am to those who wage war against her.

I see a man by the side of the road And the poetry stops. He is holding a sign. He wishes me a good day and, flustered, I return the sentiment. I don’t have any money, so I fish my credit card from my backpack and walk back to the corner store, but they won’t give me any cash.

I look out the window and the man is still there. It’s snowing heavier now, relentless white against dark coat, dark hair, dark skin.

The snow is not a she. The cold I can enjoy He must endure. I am much closer to him than I am to nature, and furthest of all from those who wage war against us all, those who alienate us from each other and from ourselves.

I divert from my path and walk to find another store, but my card is declined. I am now closer to my home than to him.

So I give up.

A seventy minute walk instead of forty-five, and nothing accomplished except a quiet wintry walk away from a kindred heart in need.

First January snow, made it from her suburb to mine. A few blocks from the highway, I am home. I shed the rest of my layers at the door. I greet my dogs as the snow melts from my clothes. The living room is warmly lit, with only a rectangle of bluish white from the window, and it feels far away, and I feel far away.

[rkxluda]

Panic! At April Evals

April Evaluation 2019 - Prank Reaction  @rkseokwoo @rkmxrk @rkdonghyun @rksowon @rkkangjoon

The girl breathed heavily as they were done but smiled, happy that it was over and as she felt like she’d done pretty well. The cameramen left and she was about to turn to the others and say something when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eyes. At first her brain wasn't processing what her eyes were seeing. However once she did realise, the girl froze in place, eyes wide and mouth agape. The coaches ran inside quickly and she flinched once they started shouting and accusing. While she hadn't looked in the direction, she was sure it couldn't have been any of them – what could actually cause all of the cameras to fall and break like that?

But she couldn't voice any of her thoughts and felt guilty as Seokwoo and Donghyun stepped forward to take the blame. Guilty, because she felt like she should do the same – after all it hadn't been any of them, right? - but she couldn't move, instead tried to blink away tears that creeped their way into her eyes and threatened to run out. She felt silly for feeling like crying, but it had simply been the shock of the situation – like when a child bumped their head into something lightly but didn't see it coming and started crying.

She couldn't say anything either, as they were led back and started to worry whether the coaches would scream at them in front of everyone now. Would they get punished really badly? Maybe they'd have to pay or the cameras – she didn't even want to imagine what sum 7 cameras would make, they couldn't be cheap, would surely be quite the opposite.

She furrowed her brows once the screen was lowered, wondering what would happen now and blinked as it read “Gotcha!”. She couldn't make sense of it until realisation hit her – it had all just been one big, mean prank. Overrun with emotions – both upset for the prank but glad they really hadn't broken anything – the tears made it out after all. Embarrassed, the girl quickly wiped them away, hoping no one noticed. She really couldn't stand pranks like these.