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lucetilogs2012-01-22 10:04 pm
hohenheim) wrote in lucetilogs2012-01-22 10:04 pm
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A Peaceful Reprieve
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~!)
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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[...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?]
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So yeah, then there's the black smudges.]