said_scarlett | Closing Act - Final 100

This is it. My last

100_women fic. And the fact that it's my last weighed heavily on the theme of it. I couldn't pick a single woman for it, and so this spans 8, though one is absent in the fic itself. Anyway, yes. I'm done. There's no shiny completion banner, but I have the satisfaction of writing 100 fics about the wonderful women of FMA.

Title: Closing Act
Author:

theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Character: Various
Prompt: 071, air
Pairing: Various
Spoilers: Full series
Summary: All over Amestris and beyond, they could feel it. Something had happened.

There was something in the air. All over Amestris and beyond, it could be felt.

The wrench in Winry’s hand slipped, and she paused a moment as it clattered to the floor. The breeze in through the open window had a strange feel to it, something she couldn’t place her finger on. She frowned, feeling suddenly settled despite her worry the past few weeks. Across the room, Sheska looked up from her book as the words blurred on the pages. The wind in through the window ruffled the pages and she met Winry’s eyes. Whatever it was, they both felt it.

In Central, Riza sat beside a hospital bed, her features a smooth mask. She held Roy Mustang’s limp hand in her own, the only sign of her internal struggle. There was still blood on her clothes. Through the open window, a gentle wind entered the room and she looked up, her eyes focusing on something she couldn’t see. Roy’s hand twitched in hers, and she clasped it firmly. A strange sense of calm came over her, and she smiled down at the injured colonel.

In Dublith, Izumi Curtis set aside her knife. The herbs she was cutting were stirred by the wind, and she moved to close the open window. But something stopped her. Her eyes were drawn to the forest, and she stood a long while watching the dark trees. Smiling softly, she returned to fixing dinner.

Somewhere far away, a gypsy woman watched the fire. The flames leapt up, caught by a sudden wind, and memories moved across her mind like a moving picture show. She recoiled from the fire, and with a shaking hand touched her chest. A strange sense of peace settled over her, and she leaned her head against the broad shouldered and scowling man beside her.

In the streets of Central, Rose stopped to catch her breath. She held the body of Alphonse Elric in her arms, and a sudden wind caught her dress and cooled her skin. She looked behind her at the ruined church, longing and regret welling up in her before bursting and settling into a sense of calm. Sighing, she shifted Alphonse in her arms and continued on.

In Risembool, where no eyes could see, a wind down from the mountains caught the last of the fall flowers, gathering them up and dropping them across the grave of Trisha Elric. They came to rest in a circle, as though placed there by loving hands.

It was over.

PS: Huge thanks to

burningvigor, who helped me massively with these last few prompts.

Closing Act - Final 100_women Fic

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