Feathers, oil and water

[grassangel]

Title: Feathers, oil and water.

Day/Theme: Nov. 22, 'softness, compliance, forgiveness, grace'
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Sig/Izumi
Rating: G
Warning: Minor spoilers as to Izumi's 'condition' and 'sin'

 

Sig sighed, tracing his calloused fingers tips over his wife's hand. She stirred slightly, turning closer to him in her sleep.
Her skin was so soft, soft as the first day he had met her as she quarrelled with his dad over prices of meat. He had rushed to his father's defence, gently restraining the shrewish woman by the wrists, her skin coming in contact with his.

Wasn't there a diction on how women were meant to be that went like that?
Softness, grace, compliance, forgiveness?

He snorted, a gruff sound made in the back of his throat.

His Izumi was far from compliant, since that moment she had thrown him to his back he had been sure of that. She constantly pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable, what was possible. Always and forever, he was sure of that.
The very fact she was alive now was a testament to the fact she had never complied to anything, even the natural laws of the world.

But forgiveness… Now that was something he wasn't sure about.
There were many things she had forgiven; his initial gruffness with her, the Elric brothers' mistakes and her own sin.
But there were many other things she had never forgiven; like Edward joining the military, her teacher and her own terrible mistake.

He pondered for a while, thoughts tumbling over while his wife slept; her breath a slow rhythm, her pulse matching underneath her smooth skin. Eventually he stopped wondering, his own grunty breaths joining his wife's in a slow rhythm as they slept.

She had thrown him them, letting him slam to the ground in a most absurd manner, but there had been a certain grace to it as well, a smooth movement that was like oil on an ironstone.