I don't own FMA

Could be any verse


Light flickered across the walls as she made her way to the half open door at the end of the hall.

"It's late, come to bed."

Hohenheim looked over his shoulder at Trisha standing in the doorway in her lacy summer nightgown, her brown eyes shimmering with the glow of the candle, and smiled at her.

He opened his mouth to tell her it would be just another minute, but the candlelight flickered sending wild shadows across her face, and he noticed the candle she held was nearly burnt out.

Briefly, he wondered what time it was, and why she put up with him.

A coy grin flitted across her face as he met her at the door.

"What?" he asked, grinning back at her.

She blew out the stub of a candle in response.

"C'mon," she demanded, leading him away by the belt loop.


A.N. -Another piece written for fma fic contest on livejournal. The prompt for this one was candle. Finally got my hands on TrishaxHohenheim XD Thanks for reading!