A Peaceful Reprieve

[hohenheim]

Who: Van Hohenheim & his wife, Trisha Elric (Open to Edward & Alphonse Elric as well)
What: Once the jamjar reunion died down, Hohenheim catches the chance to reflect with his wife.
When: A day or so after the kids moved home.
Where: House #30
Summary: Simply a peaceful moment between husband and wife.
Rating: PG


After one too many failed attempts, Hohenheim decided to retire for the day and give his son the peace he deserved. Being a father was much more daunting than he ever imagined it to be, especially to two young men just climbing out of the recesses of boyhood. Edward was seventeen now, nearly a man in the eyes of society. He wasn't very keen about Hohenheim's need to lecture and decided to let his displeasure be known in a series of heated replies. Deciding to retreat to the living room for the time being, Hohenheim soon found himself stretched out across the couch like an lazy old dog. He fell asleep somewhere in-between the hours, the first time in a few days that he's been able to sleep without his worries constantly nagging him. While the bliss of sleep would be soon confronted by perhaps Edward's yelling or by an unexpected knock upon the door, Hohenheim slept peaceful upon the couch of his brand new home.

(ooc: prose or action are both weclomed~!)

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[window_watching]

[Well, Trisha was just coming home from a nice walk, because hot damn, it felt good to be able to do all this shit again and not be about to pass out or something. So, when she comes home, she shakes off her coat, hangs it up, and goes into the kitchen to make some hot cocoa to warm herself up. Leaving the kettle on, she walked into the living room. When she saw Hohenhiem asleep on the couch, she giggled a little.]

Aw....Hohenhiem... [Then suddenly. Light bulb~. She began looking around for some markers to draw on his face. Maybe she could color his beard, too. Trying to hold back her laughter, she drew squiggles, hearts, and sparkles all over his face.]

[hohenheim]

[ Not even hearing her return when she came in, Hohenheim was none the wiser once Trisha grabbed the nearest marker. He had no idea that his charming and darling wife was doodling silly pictures of misshapen hearts and squiggly lines on his face. That is until he jerked around a bit once the marker came too close to his nose. ]

...hm?

[ Uh oh! He's slowly waking up, Trisha. Time to ditch the evidence. ]

[window_watching]

[OH SNA-- subtly and discreetly tucking the markers under the couch now. Yes. And totally holding back laughter at his face. WAIT TIL THE KIDS SAW THIS.]

Did you have a nice nap?

[hohenheim]

[ Finally waking from his slumber, a very sleepy and somewhat baffled Hohenheim awakes. ]

Hm? Trisha?

[ He takes a moment to gain his bearings again before answering. The poor bastard is none the wiser about the silly doodles on his face. ]

Yeah, I guess I did have a nice nap.

[window_watching]

[She discreetly bites her tongue a little to hold back the giggles, and smiles.]

That's good. Things have been pretty busy, hm?

[hohenheim]

Busy? Well, I guess you could say that...

[ "Busy" is an understatement if you really look at it. With their children now living with them, the house is a little livelier than usual, not that Hohenheim minds of course. He missed his family and having them all together again makes him happy and also a tad blind to Trisha's treachery. ]

But how about you? Things are going well, right?

[ He must've looked 100% goofy since Trisha did draw a "fake" mustache over his lips. ]

[window_watching]

[It is taking. Every fiber of her being not to burst into a fit of giggles. She nods.]

Very well. Though I can understand why some people wouldn't, I really do like it here.

[hohenheim]

Well judging from what most people say about Luceti, it's more of a dungeon or a prison than anything else.

[ He pauses momentarily to let out a big yawn. Apparently the poor guy hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep since he arrived here and how could he? He's been staying up all hours of the night keeping an eye out for the mysterious Malnosso. ]

But if this is supposed to be a prison, then it's a rather nice one.

[ Just can't find the will to complain since his beloved wife is here. Everything just seems so oddly perfect with Trisha here. ]

[window_watching]

It... does seem that way a bit.

[...oh. She flushes a little at that, and gives him a kiss on the nose. Where there are luckily no doodles. Fluff. How does I do it.]

I still say it might be heaven. [She's got her whole family here, how can she complain at all?]

[hohenheim]

[ Overjoyed by Trisha's happiness, Hohenheim leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Watch out, wifey! She's bound to get a few black smudges on her face if she isn't careful. ]

[window_watching]

[In her joy, she kinda... forgot about those. She just grinned widely and blushed, clearly ecstatic with how things were going.

So yeah, then there's the black smudges.]

[automailed]

[Edward is 100% unsuspecting. He has no idea what awaits him at the Elric house as he returns from his daily wandering. WHAT EXACTLY WILL HE FIND WHEN HE ARRIVES, DAD...?]

[hohenheim]

[ Do you hear that loud snoring, son? No, it's not a Snorlax invading your house. It's just goofy Hohenheim snuggled into the couch like a bear in hibernation.

Check out some of those fancy doodles on his face. Looks like a five year old got to him. ]

[automailed]

[Edward's first instinct is to ignore him and head right up the stairs- as always, he has things to do, and they are More Important.

But... he notices the doodles. They're kind of obvious, after all, and... silly. Very, very silly.

He can't help but snicker. Someone was having fun today, and he can guess who it was, too.]

[hohenheim]

[ Yes, it was "You-know-who" who did this to him. Trisha was never above playing practical pranks on her husband before and now is no different. Much to Hohenheim's dismay he's going to have a ton of doodles to wipe off his face whenever he wakes up. Everything from misshapen hearts, unicorns, and classic X and O shapes. ]

...mhm...

[ He's waking up cause he hears something. ]

What?

[automailed]

[Pfft, and now that he's moving, Edward can see the shapes even better. He's pretty sure that Al wouldn't be drawing hearts and unicorns on Hohenheim's face, so that proves it- Trisha was hard at work, apparently.

...Snerk. Okay, he looks ridiculous.]

N-nothing...

[hohenheim]

Hm?

[ Make sure that Edward catches a glimpse of the stick-figure riding a stick-figured Pegasus on the side of his face. That is probably the best doodle ever drawn. It should be at a museum. ]

Are you sure?

[ He adjusts his glasses a bit so he can get a better look at his son. ]

[automailed]

[PFFFFT okay the pegasus figure makes him totally lose it, and he has to turn away to hide his face. OH MOTHER, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SENSE OF HUMOUR.]

I'm sure, I'm sure!