I was recently inspired by @criis55 to actually publish some fanfics I wrote.
They’re a little different though. At university I had an assignment to create two poems, a short story, and a monologue. The pieces were all inspired by EdWin, and at the time I changed the names and just changed them back for you guys.
They’re going to seem like an AU, but all the scenes are inspired by the show.
These are the only creative works I’ve actually written, besides some less serious stuff in the past, so I do hope that you guys enjoy them.
SO! Here is my personal favorite, the monologue.
Promise Me
September 19th 1955. Townsend Tennessee
(Edward (age 22) lies awake at night and watches his lover, Winry (age 22) sleep. He has internal thoughts of everything he wants to tell her because he has a secret that he will need to reveal to her soon.)
I was thinking about that apple pie you always make. After you finished a harsh day at work in the basement with all the wrenches and grease, you’d clean up, roll up your sleeves and mix up the dough and cut up the apples and make the most spectacular pie that would shame all of the local bakers. You enjoyed baking on simple, boring days. You figured that it was the best way to add that tinge of delight when nothing was happening. You yourself are such a simple, yet complex woman. I can’t find the right words to describe you, but all I know is that you’re a person of passion who stands by her morals. You never let anyone tear you down. I remember all of the wrists of men you sprained in arm wrestling matches. You wear these scars up and down your body, especially on your hands that prove you’ve dedicated your life to machinery and these are worn proudly. You’re seriously a hell of a woman.
You’ve broken stereotypes by never caking make up on the most insignificant of blemishes, or adorning expensive jewelry and gowns. And yet, your beauty surpasses any woman I’ve ever seen. Your light sandy hair and azure irises remind me of the most vibrant of spring days where everything is fervent and pure. When you smile at me, I feel all of the weight and pain of my past subside and I become human again. How did I ever find someone so perfect that would want to spend the rest of their life with me? I am reckless and arrogant. I have got to be the cockiest man on Earth and I constantly put my damn foot in my mouth. I couldn’t even count the times you’ve had to put my ass in its place when I was being a bastard. I feel like all I do is hurt you and cause you problems. I’m such a handful and I know I’ve probably been more trouble than I’m worth. So why do you allow me to stay in your home?
The last time we had seen each other was when we were twelve and I boarded a train to Brooklyn; thousands of miles away from you. I came back two years ago, broken and resentful of the world around me and no home to return to. You are the one who picked up the pieces and put me back together again. I never realized that you were the home and family to come back to. All of my internal scars, healed by your voice. My cold hands, warmed by yours. My whole life is with you.
And now, it is being torn away from me again.
I’m no longer even a believer of God, but I pray that while I am gone, you will wait for me. That you’ll still want me.
I’ve been drafted.
It is not the war or the carnage that terrifies me. It is living every day without your nagging for me to clean out the sink. It is that little snort you give when you laugh. It is the nights like this, where I still lie awake, admiring every detail, every curve, every blemish on your precious face while you sleep. But worst of all, my most terrifying fear is the possibility of coming back alive, years later, ready to make that next step to make you an honest women…
And finding out that you’ve moved on.
Any death that I may face will never be as painful as that.
How can I bring myself to admit this you? I know that you’d never laugh at me for this. You’d probably cry for me again. But I just can’t shake these doubts. It’s like I’m cursed. I’ve never been able to keep anything in my life. My father who walked out. My mother who died. And my brother... It has always just been one cycle of loss and I was so naïve to believe it would change. And God, I don’t want to lose again.
(Edward shifts closer and gently grazes her cheek with his fingertips)
So I beg of you, please stay the woman that I’ve known all these years and be true to everything that I’ve come to know… because really…
I love you so damn much.
