“It has a ladder.” Falman remarks, impressed.
(Or: Fuhrer Mustang gifts Hawkeye a bookshelf, and the rest of the Team starts to figure things out.)
Rating: T
Word count: 2.3K
Part 1 of 2
Rules: you will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP/s that starts with each letter in that word! (for dialogue, feel free to include the descriptor as well)
Your word is MOUSE
Thanks for tagging me, @musing-and-music!
All of the following are from my WIP that is currently titled The Bookshelf. It's set in the aftermath of my other story, The Counteroffer.
Mustang was, after all, basking in the afterglow of a tremendous political victory, years in the making. But the young Fuhrer appeared as if he were fresh from a long vacation, not in his first week after assuming the top office in a nation still burdened by decades of corruption.
On the other side of her office, Mustang has built Captain Hawkeye a veritable library. Every available bit of wall space is occupied by floor-to-ceiling shelves, already brimming with tomes.
Unlike the rest of them, she wears street clothes. A white collared button-up shirt tucked into a brown tweed pencil skirt. Her blonde hair is down and swept over one shoulder, instead of up in its usual efficient style.
Strange, Breda thinks, pressing his lips into a firm line. He’ll ask Captain Hawkeye about it the next chance he gets.
“Explain.” The singular word is sharp as a blade. Maybe it isn’t wise of him to take such an accusatory tone with his superior - the leader of this whole damn country - but at this moment, Breda can’t bring himself to care.
This was so fun! Tagging @fullmetalscullyy, @aicasey, @royza-hawkstang, and @starwritingbri. If you guys want to!
Your word is MATCH.