Would you consider writing a quick drabble of Hohenheim and Trisha? Their fics seem to be few and far between.
!!! this wasn’t very quick for me because i am slow and I make a lot of errors, but it is a drabble! AGH. I LOVE THEM THOUGH
I’ve got another Trisha and Hoho Drabble if this is too short (i mean this one is short too. shhh)
Her eyes contained the ocean, reflecting the waters of a deep sea she’s never caught a glimpse of. An old soul refracted from her teal eyes whenever her lips curled in an understanding smile. It would hit him like waves touched by the warm glow of the sun.
This persistent, brown-haired country girl hardly knew of the horrors and evils in the world beyond the emerald hills of Resembool, yet she embodied the wonders of it. The calm simplicity in her nature seemed like an absurd match with the complexity of his. She showed him the specks that structured the great flow. He learned to appreciate the small things like listening to the brooks babble, the smell of a home after a meal, and the joy in each other’s laughter. In that simplicity, they found common ground in their yearn for a family.
But doubt would upset the tides. Fear would rumble the skies. He could write tomes about the aches and pains of an immortal body - the anguish of his people and his hand in their destruction. After 400 years, how does a foolish monster explain the constitution of his soul?
Sympathy was such a finite feat.
She showed him empathy instead. Every time. Like the vastness of the sea, she took in all that he drowned; dousing him with a style of human compassion he’d long forgotten. She promised him love and companionship until the end of his days, despite it all. It baffled him and for a change, she was the complex one in his ancient eyes.
This strong, impossibly kind woman took him by the hand and called him hers without expectations. He never expected the opportunity to fall so hard, never expected to be caught in a pool of unconditional love. To be cupped by soft hands as teardrops roll down his face and to be reassured of this affection was one of the reason he set out to learn from the flask in the first place.
Wherever she was now, she apologized for the break in her promise from beyond the grave and no amount of dams or levees could withstand the overflow of his grief. But it would always remind him of his time in Resembool.