I need to get my writing mojo back. Request a drabble if you want. Word count will probably vary. I will do FMA, canon pairing, Yaoi Pairing, whutever. Won't promise I'll do them all but I'll give it a go!
"Some figure of Xingese nobility you are," Ed informed him.
"I'm on break," Ling said, waving a robe covered hand. "And I'm ready to have a party after all the official stuff is over. A big party. Being royal all the time is tiring."
"We'll see what we can do," the general assured him.
**
The next day found Ed, all the xingese ninjas, a bunch of amestrian soilders, the general and the emperor all standing on a stage built for the purpose of the emperor using a big pair of fake scissors to cut a big red ribbon. But before any of that could be done there had to be a billion speeches, all in xingese. For the first hour Ed was on high alert, he scanned the crowds, the rooftops, his fellow platform minglers, then the crowds again. The second hour was more of the same. By the third hour he was pulling at a irritating string on his sleeve and scanning peoples shoes and wonder how some people walked in the footwear that they had on their feet. He perked up when the giant fake scissors where finally brought to the emperor who looked like he had to be prodded awake, and the emperor used them to cut the supposed ribbon,(which in actuality had already been pre-cut and taped back together, so a little tug did the trick). Then the emperor said one, maybe two sentences all together and there was a huge roar from the crowd and that was that. All that mind numbery for maybe a five second utterance by Ling himself. Ed was starting to feel sort of sorry for him if this was what his job at home was like.
Now there was a lot of bowing from many people on the platform and the emperor walked along, nodding his head, grinned and winked at Ed when he came abreast of him and then was shown down the stairs to a waiting car. Finaly, they could leave! Ed trotted along, bringing up the rear and Ling waved him into the same car he was riding in; Ed hestitated a moment but then slid in.
"I'll make this up to you," the emperor of Xing grinned at him. "We just have to put in a party appearance for the masses, then we can have a real party pretty much on our own."
"On our own as in alone?" Ed said. "What kind of party is that?"
"The kind of party where I get to express my true feelings for you that have been bottled up all these long years. But I think you'll need to be almost drunk for that first," Ling assured him and patted his knee.
"I think so because I have no clue what the hell you're on about," Ed muttered.
But Ling just smiled egmatically all the way back to the hotel.
**
The grand ballroom in the hotel was party central. Anyone who was anyone in the amerstrian brass was there. Ed stayed near Ling at all times, but kept craning his head around looking for one particular general. Hell of a time to skip out on him now. Ling for the most part was being bowed to and talked at without actually being talked to, because no one seemed to have the nerve to look him in the eye. Ling kept grabbing his sleeve to tug him along and he almost, once, got near a buffet table, but about eleventy billion people came over to start bowing again, so he didn't get the chance.
"I'm starting to think we should set up some sort of gauntlet run for the people who want to come over to bow to you," Ed said, leaning up to whisper over Ling's shoulder. "That way, if they have to run through an obstacle course then you know they are really here to bow. How many do you think that would cut down?"
Ling turned his head, grinned at him. "I have always liked the way you think, even if I think sometimes thinking is a dangerous pastime for you."
I know, I know. I am way behind on Big Bang and fm_giftexchange due to holiday madness, but apparently this doesn't stop me being a brat. Right now I am baking a German apple meringue cake for a party while my poor wife runs around snowy London shopping for gifts. Which is not as nice as it sounds because central London turns into a madhouse of angry shoppers this time of year, plus even a centimetre of snow makes this city's transport grind to a screeching halt. Look at this: http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/livetravelnews/realtime/tube/default.html
sounds like Atlanta XD When we get the hint of snow everyone here decides they crave milk and bread and make a run on the stores. I'm making smores cookie bars and red velvet cake truffles and I have a family thing to go to and I have to go and pick up my son and finish my shopping and ARGH!
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Date: 2010-12-06 12:18 am (UTC)"Some figure of Xingese nobility you are," Ed informed him.
"I'm on break," Ling said, waving a robe covered hand. "And I'm ready to have a party after all the official stuff is over. A big party. Being royal all the time is tiring."
"We'll see what we can do," the general assured him.
**
The next day found Ed, all the xingese ninjas, a bunch of amestrian soilders, the general and the emperor all standing on a stage built for the purpose of the emperor using a big pair of fake scissors to cut a big red ribbon. But before any of that could be done there had to be a billion speeches, all in xingese. For the first hour Ed was on high alert, he scanned the crowds, the rooftops, his fellow platform minglers, then the crowds again. The second hour was more of the same. By the third hour he was pulling at a irritating string on his sleeve and scanning peoples shoes and wonder how some people walked in the footwear that they had on their feet. He perked up when the giant fake scissors where finally brought to the emperor who looked like he had to be prodded awake, and the emperor used them to cut the supposed ribbon,(which in actuality had already been pre-cut and taped back together, so a little tug did the trick). Then the emperor said one, maybe two sentences all together and there was a huge roar from the crowd and that was that. All that mind numbery for maybe a five second utterance by Ling himself. Ed was starting to feel sort of sorry for him if this was what his job at home was like.
Now there was a lot of bowing from many people on the platform and the emperor walked along, nodding his head, grinned and winked at Ed when he came abreast of him and then was shown down the stairs to a waiting car. Finaly, they could leave! Ed trotted along, bringing up the rear and Ling waved him into the same car he was riding in; Ed hestitated a moment but then slid in.
"I'll make this up to you," the emperor of Xing grinned at him. "We just have to put in a party appearance for the masses, then we can have a real party pretty much on our own."
"On our own as in alone?" Ed said. "What kind of party is that?"
"The kind of party where I get to express my true feelings for you that have been bottled up all these long years. But I think you'll need to be almost drunk for that first," Ling assured him and patted his knee.
"I think so because I have no clue what the hell you're on about," Ed muttered.
But Ling just smiled egmatically all the way back to the hotel.
**
The grand ballroom in the hotel was party central. Anyone who was anyone in the amerstrian brass was there. Ed stayed near Ling at all times, but kept craning his head around looking for one particular general. Hell of a time to skip out on him now. Ling for the most part was being bowed to and talked at without actually being talked to, because no one seemed to have the nerve to look him in the eye. Ling kept grabbing his sleeve to tug him along and he almost, once, got near a buffet table, but about eleventy billion people came over to start bowing again, so he didn't get the chance.
"I'm starting to think we should set up some sort of gauntlet run for the people who want to come over to bow to you," Ed said, leaning up to whisper over Ling's shoulder. "That way, if they have to run through an obstacle course then you know they are really here to bow. How many do you think that would cut down?"
Ling turned his head, grinned at him. "I have always liked the way you think, even if I think sometimes thinking is a dangerous pastime for you."
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Date: 2010-12-06 08:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 06:47 pm (UTC)Private hotel room party nao?
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Date: 2010-12-18 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-18 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-18 01:14 pm (UTC)http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/livetravelnews/realtime/tube/default.html
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Date: 2010-12-18 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-19 12:09 am (UTC)Mmm, smores cookie bars and red velvet cake truffles! Your baking always sounds amazing.