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said_scarlett) wrote2007-09-30 01:43 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-09-30 01:43 pm
The Sweetest Thing (FMA, Havoc/Winry, Theme # 23)
Title: The Sweetest Thing
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theladyfeylene
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Winry Rockbell
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
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30_kisses theme #23, candy
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off of this.
Summary: Winry found herself missing old hometown traditions more and more. But it was hard to miss anything when she was with Jean...
Fall in Central was, if nothing else, pretty. Winry liked to walk along the streets among falling yellow and red leaves, and feel the crisp wind through her hair. It reminded her of Rizenbool. She missed her hometown, sometimes. Oh, she wouldn’t go back - Jean needed to stay in Central, and she wasn’t going to leave him - but she still got homesick.
Especially in fall.
Fall in Rizenbool was indescribable. The trees became a wildfire, blazing across the country side in startling foliage. The harvest was at its peak, the fields of wheat golden and brown and the corn bright green. The wind came down from the mountains and there was a bite in the air. Everything seemed to be holding its breath, just waiting for that first freeze. And there were harvest festivals and hot chocolate with cinnamon and candy made out of maple syrup….
“Pin for your thoughts?”
“Oh!” Winry laughed and turned to Jean, tucking some of her hair up under her fall hat. “I was thinking about maple sugar candy. We had them every fall back home. They were little drops of maple syrup with cinnamon and sugar and all kinds of other little things. Then they were frozen.” She could almost taste them.
“Oh yeah?”
“One of our neighbors made them,” Winry went on. “Down the road. She’d have a fresh batch everyday and she’d always bring some for us. Ever since I was a little girl” And they melted on the tongue like they were made of nothing. She would give anything for Mrs. Carter’s maple sugar candies right then.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anything like that,” Jean said. “They sound good, though.”
“They’re delicious. Much better than the candy you can buy in a store.”
“I dunno, store candy’s pretty good,” Jean teased. He was grinning, his cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. Winry laughed. He looked handsome in his dark red sweater and denim trousers. She liked to see him out of his uniform, in something more casual.
“You’re just saying that because you’ve never had homemade candy.” She punched him lightly on the arm. Everything tasted better homemade, after all. And candy from stores was good and sweet and full of sugar. But it didn’t have heart, it didn’t have soul. It just wasn’t the same.
“Is it hard to make?”
“Candy?” Winry blinked. “I don’t know. I’ve never made any myself.” She baked, but never candy. She just hadn’t ever had a reason to. And since moving to Central and opening her shop, she was too busy for much baking or cooking anyway.
“Those maple things don’t sound too hard. And it’s a tradition sort of thing for you, isn’t it? It‘s what, syrup and sugar and some other spices? We could pick some up….”
“Fresh maple syrup?” Winry raised her eyebrows. It was a sweet thought, but it wouldn’t be the same. She stopped along the sidewalk, her skirt fluttering about her knees in the wind. She reached up and plucked the cigarette from Jean’s lips and held it between her fingers.
She’d gotten used to him smoking.
“What? We could probably find some somewhere….”
“Mmm, no.” Winry smiled. “Why don’t we find our own tradition?” she asked. His hands were on her hips.
“Alright.“ he grinned right back. “We’ll do that. But!“ He held up a finger. “All this talk has got me wanting some candy now. Is store bought okay, or should I trek out into the woods for some fresh ingredients?”
“Store bought is fine,” she answered, and she stretched up and pressed her lips against his in a quick kiss, there on the sidewalk in front of the stores and under the red and gold fall leaves. She felt warm and safe in Jean’s arms, and his lips were rough and chapped and comforting against her own and he pulled her close and deepened the kiss, not caring that they were garnering stares from passersby.
“Good,” he mumbled, breaking their kiss. “But I’d try to make you some, you know.”
“I know you would. We’ll make some together sometime, okay? And anyway,” she said, her lips still very close to his. “You’re much sweeter than any candy - even the homemade kind.”
Author/Artist:
theladyfeylenePairing: Jean Havoc/Winry Rockbell
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme:
30_kisses theme #23, candyDisclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off of this.
Summary: Winry found herself missing old hometown traditions more and more. But it was hard to miss anything when she was with Jean...
Fall in Central was, if nothing else, pretty. Winry liked to walk along the streets among falling yellow and red leaves, and feel the crisp wind through her hair. It reminded her of Rizenbool. She missed her hometown, sometimes. Oh, she wouldn’t go back - Jean needed to stay in Central, and she wasn’t going to leave him - but she still got homesick.
Especially in fall.
Fall in Rizenbool was indescribable. The trees became a wildfire, blazing across the country side in startling foliage. The harvest was at its peak, the fields of wheat golden and brown and the corn bright green. The wind came down from the mountains and there was a bite in the air. Everything seemed to be holding its breath, just waiting for that first freeze. And there were harvest festivals and hot chocolate with cinnamon and candy made out of maple syrup….
“Pin for your thoughts?”
“Oh!” Winry laughed and turned to Jean, tucking some of her hair up under her fall hat. “I was thinking about maple sugar candy. We had them every fall back home. They were little drops of maple syrup with cinnamon and sugar and all kinds of other little things. Then they were frozen.” She could almost taste them.
“Oh yeah?”
“One of our neighbors made them,” Winry went on. “Down the road. She’d have a fresh batch everyday and she’d always bring some for us. Ever since I was a little girl” And they melted on the tongue like they were made of nothing. She would give anything for Mrs. Carter’s maple sugar candies right then.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anything like that,” Jean said. “They sound good, though.”
“They’re delicious. Much better than the candy you can buy in a store.”
“I dunno, store candy’s pretty good,” Jean teased. He was grinning, his cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. Winry laughed. He looked handsome in his dark red sweater and denim trousers. She liked to see him out of his uniform, in something more casual.
“You’re just saying that because you’ve never had homemade candy.” She punched him lightly on the arm. Everything tasted better homemade, after all. And candy from stores was good and sweet and full of sugar. But it didn’t have heart, it didn’t have soul. It just wasn’t the same.
“Is it hard to make?”
“Candy?” Winry blinked. “I don’t know. I’ve never made any myself.” She baked, but never candy. She just hadn’t ever had a reason to. And since moving to Central and opening her shop, she was too busy for much baking or cooking anyway.
“Those maple things don’t sound too hard. And it’s a tradition sort of thing for you, isn’t it? It‘s what, syrup and sugar and some other spices? We could pick some up….”
“Fresh maple syrup?” Winry raised her eyebrows. It was a sweet thought, but it wouldn’t be the same. She stopped along the sidewalk, her skirt fluttering about her knees in the wind. She reached up and plucked the cigarette from Jean’s lips and held it between her fingers.
She’d gotten used to him smoking.
“What? We could probably find some somewhere….”
“Mmm, no.” Winry smiled. “Why don’t we find our own tradition?” she asked. His hands were on her hips.
“Alright.“ he grinned right back. “We’ll do that. But!“ He held up a finger. “All this talk has got me wanting some candy now. Is store bought okay, or should I trek out into the woods for some fresh ingredients?”
“Store bought is fine,” she answered, and she stretched up and pressed her lips against his in a quick kiss, there on the sidewalk in front of the stores and under the red and gold fall leaves. She felt warm and safe in Jean’s arms, and his lips were rough and chapped and comforting against her own and he pulled her close and deepened the kiss, not caring that they were garnering stares from passersby.
“Good,” he mumbled, breaking their kiss. “But I’d try to make you some, you know.”
“I know you would. We’ll make some together sometime, okay? And anyway,” she said, her lips still very close to his. “You’re much sweeter than any candy - even the homemade kind.”
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I've never heard of maple candies made by freezing. :o
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Oh, they're really good! From what I remember. My grandma made all kinds of things with maple syrup - they had a farm in New Hampshire, she used fresh, unprocessed syrup and everything. Sadly, she never showed me or wrote down a recipe, and my attempts to recreate the frozen maple treats have all failed. :(
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