scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: #10 - Family
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild angst about immortality.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 804
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Summary: It’s hard to go back.

Author’s Notes: Angel!fic. I love my angel’verse, allows for so much chewy angst.

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scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Late Bloomer
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Roy sat on the raised porch that was high enough his bare feet dangled. Edward had bounded straight out of the cabin after breakfast, wearing nothing but the shorts he slept in, exuding energy like an excited puppy. The sun was up earlier and earlier every morning, and with the way the cabin faced the early morning sunshine hit the clearing dead on.

Edward stopped suddenly in the middle of the cleared area. The grass was allowed to grow, but their frequent passage made it no higher than his knee. He lifted his face to the sun, the light shimmering off his automail shoulder, and he stretched his arms out before him.

His wings grew from his shoulder blades, and there was an explosion of feathers into the humid morning air. Trapped within the confines of the cabin Roy forgot how large and brilliant those white wings were, shimmering in the sunlight. Edward stretched his wings to their fullest span, and Roy smiled. Edward looked glorious.

The earthborne angel glanced back at Roy, dropping his hands to his sides. “You coming?” he asked, and cocked his head.

Roy shook his head. “You go,” he said. He wouldn’t admit that he was terrified of his wings. Edward had embraced his new station in life, he did not seem to know fear. Roy, on the other hand….

Edward trotted back toward the cabin, his wings trailing loose behind him. “You’re coming,” he insisted, and before Roy could object Edward grabbed both of his hands and yanked him to his feet. Edward’s stubborn face, with his brow furrowed and mouth turned down, it made Roy smile despite himself.

“All right,” Roy sighed, and Edward grinned, tugging at Roy’s shirt with both hands. Watching Edward made his shoulders itch too. “Let’s go, shall we?”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: The Heights
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

The train stations were busier than what Edward remembered, from his years of traveling constantly with his little brother by his side. It was easier to blend in to the heavy crowds when it was just himself, and even wearing a hooded traveling cloak very few people even acknowledged him.

It was a small bit of magic - hell, Edward hated that thought, angel magic made his skin crawl but it could certainly be useful upon occasion. Especially if said occasion was to ensure that as few people remembered his passage as possible.

Not that he had much to worry about, but it was an added layer of precaution.

It had been a long and fruitless search. He had parted ways with Tiel almost two years ago - there was much to be done in the Aetheric Realm and this quest was his alone. The world was a huge place, it didn’t surprise Edward that Roy did not stay in one place for any length of time.

The problem, was that it had made Mustang nearly impossible to find.

Edward was exhausted with the hunt. He had combed the country over - twice! - and came to the frightening realization that perhaps Roy hadn’t stayed within the country’s borders - he could literally be, anywhere. Edward hadn’t set foot outside of Amestris but a handful of times his entire life … if he thought trying to find a needle in a haystack was hard, he hadn’t realized that he was looking at a full field of stacks, not just a single one.

He had to keep at it though. Somewhere out there, Roy was waiting for him. And someday, eventually, he would find him.

The screech of the train’s whistle drew Edward’s attention, and just for a moment, he smiled.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Consuming
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward packing away food like it was going out of style was really, nothing new. Roy sat at his kitchen table and watched, somewhat amused, as Edward demolished a full breakfast like he hadn’t eaten in a week. There had been some thought given to the fact that while his brother was trapped in the armor that Edward was essentially eating for two, sustaining Alphonse’s life with his own metabolic energy - but it had been months since Alphonse was restored, and Edward’s appetite had not diminished in the slightest.

(Perhaps it was the automail, then, that made him eat like a starving wolf cub? There was no tactful way to ask, so Roy just observed.)

It was good to see Edward again, no matter what the circumstances. He had been under house arrest for weeks, supposedly under doctor’s orders and not the military’s, but Roy knew what was really going on, even if no one would tell him to his face. Even the Lieutenant had been mysteriously silent on the subject, perhaps withholding information while he simply healed up. There was a court martial in his future, and likely worse - but those were all things he didn’t need to dwell on. Right now he had a bright, blond, source of light in his life and he should enjoy these precious few moments before they were gone forever.

Edward looked up at him, eyeing Roy suspiciously. His arm had closed over his plate, as if he thought Roy would risk life and limb to removed a plate full of food from within Edward’s grasp before he was finished with it. Roy smiled, and Edward looked down at his food, disarmed.

“Why are you here, Fullmetal?” The old military title, a safe fallback. Edward did not lift his head again.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Just Walked By
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward sat fearlessly on the ledge, his red-soled boots dangling off of the drop as if it were nothing. It was nice and quiet up here, the busy hustle and bustle of the crowded street below was muffled by the distance; up here Edward had the company of birds.

It was an excellent place to go to think. He leaned back, his hands gripping the other end of the ledge, and looked to the blue spring sky. Up here, no one could hear him talk to himself - if the birds that strutted on the ledge around him even cared, they showed no indication of it.

Not that he had heard anything in days. It was almost amusing, how quickly he had gotten used to sharing himself with the quiet voice in his head, but the absence was not all that unsettling. Sariel came and went as he pleased; being incorporeal meant that he would drift in and out as he conducted his silent search of the city. Edward thought he was being silly - there was no way that the demons were basing themselves out Central, not now, at least - but Sariel seemed to think otherwise.

It wasn’t Edward’s legwork to do. He exhaled, and enjoyed the view. He was staying at Roy’s - hell, he thought of Mustang as ROY now, how weird was that - Alphonse was safe and out of the line of fire, and soon he would be done with this angel business and he could get on with having a nice, normal, mundane life.

(Perhaps even with Roy.)

Hell, he couldn’t think things like that in public, he had a reputation to uphold. Even if no one could see him blush from where he was perched. Edward scratched his nose and leaned forward.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Break a Promise
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

The kid who answered the door was at least thirteen, scruffy blond hair worn a touch longer than was fashionable, and a perfected sullen expression that made Edward think he must practice scowling in the mirror every morning. “Yeah?” the kid growled, and Edward blinked, startled. Had he even come to the right house?

But the eyes, the shade of the hair - Edward held out his hand, about waist-height, and said incredulously, “Thomas?"

The boy eyed him even more suspiciously. "Yeah?"

There was no way this could be Thomas, Thomas was five years old and a bundle of bright, if slightly demonic, energy. Had it really been six YEARS? This was the first marker of actual time passed that Edward had seen, and suddenly he felt terrifically queasy. "Is - is your father in?"

"Thom, who is at the door?” The voice was familiar, thankfully, and Edward sighed in relief when Alphonse came to the door behind his son. Al, at least, looked mostly the same - older, of course, more lines on his face but still familiar. “Th-” Alphonse stopped, and stared at Edward.

Edward didn’t look different, he knew. He pulled down the hood of his cloak and grinned shakily at his little brother, who had gone pale as a sheet. “Hey, Al,” he said. “Guess I’ve been gone a while, huh?"

"Brother,” Alphonse said.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen Roy?” Edward asked, and averted his eyes. Alphonse pushed past the captivated Thomas and grabbed a very surprised Edward by the front of his tunic, slamming him against the wall.

“Six YEARS,” Alphonse roared, and the kid winced. “Six years you’ve been gone, and you come looking for ROY? What about us? We’ve been worried SICK - Mustang was out of his mind, where have you been?!”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Eye Roll
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Roy sighed as he baited yet another hook. He had been fishing for hours, and not a bite - Edward had suggest that he fly above the lake, the shadow of a large, winged creature was enough to send fish swimming the opposite direction as a survival mechanism, but Roy had insisted that he didn’t need the help, that that was CHEATING.

And it was, to an extent - but it was also survival, and he had spent half the morning out here and didn’t have a single fish to show for his time.

At least it was peaceful, the sun glittering off the blue lake, framed by mountains and trees. This was their sanctuary, this patch of real estate that the military did not know existed, an oasis locked deep in the mountains. Roy sighed and wiped his hand across his forehead, looking at the many fishing lines bobbing in the water.

Edward didn’t sneak around, he could hear the crunch of sand under uneven footsteps. Roy didn’t even have to turn about to face him. “I can hear you rolling your eyes at me,” he said.

“That’s because you’re an obstinate jackass,” Edward was wearing just shorts, his skin bronzed by sunlight. Its bright rays pinged off his silver automail in a slightly dazzling manner. “I’m fucking starving, either you’re going to fish my way or I’m going to get my own lunch and you can stare at fishing lines all day."

Roy looked up at the sky, shading his eyes with one hand. Edward was obstinate himself, he didn’t have any room to talk. But Roy was being particularly stubborn, especially about accepting help from Edward, and he was hungry too. "All right,” he said, looking back to where Edward stood. “We will do this your way.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Another Page
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Alphonse was sitting up in his bed when Edward opened the door, a book spread out over his lap and caught in mid-yawn. “You should be sleeping,” Edward scolded, a tray in his hands.

“I’ve done nothing but sleep,” Alphonse said, and rubbed his eye with one hand. He watched Edward put the tray of food - fairly bland still, as the sensation of taste was hyper-actualized until he got used to it again. He didn’t think to hold tight to the book and Edward got it away from him, marking his page but looking over it critically. “Why are you reading about medical alchemy? The doctors all checked you out, said you were fine. Weak as all hell, but fine."

Alphonse investigated the tray, picking up the mug of hot tea and relishing the warmth he could feel through the cup. Edward was still flipping through the book, and Alphonse shook his head. "It’s not for me, brother."

Edward looked up at him. "Not for you?” He frowned, and closed the book. “Are you trying to find a way to get my limbs back, because that’s stupid as fuck. I’m used to the automail by now, and you don’t need to be taking any unnecessary risks."

"No,” Alphonse lied. “I just thought medical alchemy was a branch we hadn’t really studied, so-"

Edward sat on his bed. "Al, I’m fine. You’re fixed, that was the primary goal here. You just need to focus on recovery.” He knocked his fist against his metal shoulder. “Besides, if you want to fix me, first you gotta think up a good way to do so that won’t involve Winry scrambling both our brains with a spanner once she realizes that we’ve scrapped her prized automail."

Alphonse laughed - and Edward smiled in response.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Educational
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Roy was busy pulling weeds from the small vegetable garden he had cultivated when Edward returned, a brace of coneys tied to a stick slung over his shoulder. “I got dinner,” Edward announced, dirt and sweat smudged across his face; and Roy sat back, wiping his dirty hands on his trousers.

“Rabbit? Again?"

"Hey, if you want some variety, then you go do the hunting,” Edward said. “We caught a buck last winter, that fucker lasted us a while."

"Yes, and if I never have to watch you get gored by a wild animal again it will be too soon.” Roy stood up and stretched his arms over his head. It was a beautiful spring day, and the sun beating into his back and neck had left him a little over-warm. Roy watched as Edward strung their dinner up, and then Edward pulled his shirt off and wiped his face with it.

Roy crossed the space between them and draped his arms over Edward’s shoulders, resting his chin on the crown of Edward’s head. “I feel like doing something,” he murmured, and Edward reached back and shoved at his face with one hand, amused.

“Why does weeding make you horny?” Edward half-complained, clearly more amused than anything. “Weeding is boring. Weeding just makes me sleepy."

"You answered your own question, love.” Roy kissed the back of Edward’s neck, avoiding his hand again. “Besides, it’s warm out. Shall we go to the lake, today?"

"And see if we can scare the fishes again? I am game for that,” Edward said thoughtfully. He sighed, leaning back against Roy as Roy slipped his hands into the waistband of Edward’s pants. “Or, of course, we could always go later."

"Later is good,” Roy said, his grin hidden by Edward’s hair. “Later is always good.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Come With Us
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Winry tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Edward sat in the chair next to her, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted forward as he dozed. He was exhausted - not in nearly as bad a shape as Alphonse (and his automail was even intact, she should be proud of him), but he was still beaten up, white bandages stark against his tan skin and bright hair.

He had greeted her as he always had, and proceeded to doze off in the chair next to her while they waited. He knew she intended to take them both home to Resembool; that had always been the plan. Their home was in Resembool, with Winry and Granny Pinako - even if the plot of land was overgrown with weeds and wreckage, it was still their home.

Alphonse was going - she knew he was, the absolute relief in HIS eyes when he saw her spoke volumes - Winry cried into his shoulder for almost twenty minutes, simply happy to see him intact for the first time in years. They were going back to Resembool together.

But Edward…?

She wasn’t sure. There was something different in his eyes now, something she had never seen before and wasn’t sure how to deal with. He looked the same, the same weary grin, the mocking flinch when she smacked him, even the way he was sleeping now, feet sprawled out and chin on his chest.

Winry sighed, and looked up at the clock. There was no reason for Edward not to go back with them. True, the military was a mess right now, and the entire city was in upheaval but they had accomplished their goal. Alphonse was restored.

So what was holding Edward back?
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Messenger
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward Elric was the Earthborne incarnation of the archangel Sariel, and Roy Mustang had not had enough coffee in his entire life to deal with this.

And what was worse, was that Fullmetal was molting all over his kitchen.

Edward sat uncomfortably in the kitchen chair, half naked and with a pair of large, almost glowing white wings folded awkwardly behind him. He was leaned forward, hands braced on the sides of the seats and kicking his feet, and he looked somewhere between repentant and defiant; which was classic Fullmetal. Roy wanted to SCREAM.

He hadn’t been out of the hospital that long, he was still dizzy if he stood too long, he had to walk slowly and with a cane, and let’s not forget the fact that he was down to one usable eye. And then this, this - Edward walks right back into his life with no regard for anything that had happened in the last six months and drops a bombshell of this magnitude on his lap with no warning whatsoever.

“How long has this been going on?” Roy thinks to ask, finally, the splitting, Fullmetal-induced headache moving from his temples to settle fully behind his one, good eye.

“Since - that day.” Edward doesn’t shy away from Roy’s glance, although his shoulders are hunched and his body pulled in he doesn’t skirt the issue. His expression is calm and clear, as if everything was normal and he wasn’t sitting in Roy’s kitchen with these giant white feathery wings sprouted from his shoulder blades.

He didn’t even have to specify which day, Roy knew well. That day. The day that the government got shaken from its top down, that the ground beneath them shifted unexpectedly and Edward had his confrontation with the greater demon in their midst.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Creation
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward lifted his head, and for the first time, there was silence.

It was unsettling, completely unnerving. He pushed himself up from the floor with one hand, his automail arm was torn almost completely off. He was completely numb at this point, probably in shock, and he balanced on his knees carefully, looking around the room.

The spear lay on the floor beside him, covered still in his own blood. Edward’s left hand had drifted to his shoulder, cupping the exposed port protectively, but now he moved it swiftly to his side, finding the blood and probing for the wound.

Still, the silence. He had not gone deaf, he could hear echo of water dripping down the walls, the clatter still of scattered debris - but the voice. The most important thing, that was missing.

There was no wound to find. Edward looked down at where the leather armor had been gashed open, and there was nothing. Blood, lots of it, but the wound was already gone.

What was going on?

Edward felt dizzy suddenly, leaned forward and the wings tented above his head as he did so, the pinon feathers dragging along the ground. He stared at the wings without comprehension - if, if the angel was gone, why didn’t the wings go with him?

“Sariel,” Edward’s voice was hoarse. “Sariel, where are you? Where-?” Pain throbbed in his side, where the spear had impaled him, and Edward gritted his teeth, his hand closed over where the wound SHOULD be, but was not. “Fuck!"

"Sariel is gone, fledgling.” Edward looked up, recognizing the voice. Tamiel was sitting back against the wall, a bandage wrapped around her head where her eyes were, once. “He isn’t coming back."

"What?"

"Because now the time has come for you to take his mantle.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Didn't Hear
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

“Nope,” Edward kicked his feet off the tree branch, balancing carefully. He was up there particularly high, and the sunlight glinting off his automail foot made him difficult to look at. “I’m ignoring you, you gotta come up here and MAKE me listen."

"I am not-” Roy stood at the base of the tree, his hands on his hips and his glare on full wattage. “I am not scaling a tree to bring your petulant ass down to earth, Fullmetal."

"What was that?” Edward called mockingly. “I thought I heard something."

"I will get my gloves and burn you out."

Edward grinned to himself, and waved a hand in the air. "Good luck finding them!"

"I thought you were ignoring me,” Roy couldn’t resist in his exasperation.

“If you keep standing there jawing at me instead of climbing like you’re supposed to, I’ll piss on you.” Edward’s tone was deceptively bright and cheery.

Roy took a step back.

On one hand, Edward was acting like an actual child, and it was the most annoying thing he had dealt with in weeks. He shouldn’t be encouraged to pull shit like this, and Roy was an adult, DAMN it, and he would not be bullied into whatever the hell it was Edward was trying to get him to do.

On the other hand, who the fuck cared about dignity when the only other person within a hundred miles had had him on his back just the previous night with his ass in the air howling to the ceiling in pleasure?

Roy shadowed his eyes and frowned up at Edward. “I haven’t climbed trees in years,” he said.

“C'mon, Mustang, it’s just like falling off a bike."

Roy reached up to a branch, testing its strength. "I thought the idiom pertained to riding.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Bush
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Tracking Edward through the woods was usually fairly straightforward - he marched without regard to the lay of the land, or the flora around him. Roy would find trails forged straight through low-hanging branches and large, overgrown bushes, as well as the occasional snagged hair or bit of torn-offclothing. It was as if Edward didn’t care in the first bit that he was being followed.

Or perhaps he was just making his passage clear to Roy, who he knew would follow him, eventually.

Their cabin in the woods was isolated; there was no road, no path that connected it to the outside world. Roy had no idea how Edward had found it in the first place - he occasionally thought that perhaps Edward himself had built it, but the lack of gaudy ornamentation told him otherwise. He didn’t know where Edward went, when he disappeared - he would tell Roy not to worry, he’d be back in a few days, and he was, every time.

All the same, Roy was tired about being kept in the dark. He was Edward’s (ex)superior officer, dammit, he was a competent State Alchemist and an accomplished military man and whatever the hell Edward was getting up to he had a right to know.

(Also, he wasn’t about to admit that he got lonely when Edward wasn’t around. He had lived almost a quarter of a century before a certain blond catastrophe waltzed into his life, he could certainly entertain himself for one whole week.)

There was also the fact that he wasn’t quite keen on this angel business, not yet, and Edward was not particularly forthcoming with the details.

At the rate things were going, Roy was going to have to resort to tickling to get the information he wanted out of Edward.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: In Development
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Roy’s house was squished between two other identical homes, on an entire street of identical homes. There was a yard, a tiny one, and a stoop, but otherwise the house sat practically on the street. Edward shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked at the dent in the lower half of the door, feeling the reverberation through his foot all the way up to his thigh.

There was no response, so he kicked the door again. After a long silence, he heard the chain thrown and the lock undone, and Roy opened the door, a frown on his face.

Edward still wasn’t used to seeing the eyepatch, the dark shadow halved Roy’s face, and exhaustion was still written on his features. It had been months, now, and the recovery process was a slow one. Roy cast a tired glance over Edward. “You know, you could knock, live a civilized person,” he said, and Edward rocked on his heels, jaw jutted defiantly.

“You callin’ me a hick?” Edward asked, eyes narrowed dangerously.

A small smile flitted across Roy’s face, there and gone so fast Edward would think he imagined it. “Come in,” he said, and Edward shook his head.

“I won’t be here long,” he said, and he felt the familiar itch at the back of his mind. It was second nature now to shove it off, this wouldn’t take a few minutes and it was important, dammit. “I just wanted to-"

"Please,” Roy said softly, opening the door wider. “Come inside, Fullmetal."

He felt that flutter in his stomach again, that strange buzz of chemicals whose origin he hadn’t quite narrowed down. The softness of Roy’s voice, the shine of his hair and even his frame, as slumped and tired as it was. It was frustrating as all hell.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Cracked Pavement
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

He had been wandering for hours, half-blinded by exhaustion. The milky color of predawn was painting the edges of the sky when he tripped, slamming his shoulder into brick, and fell painfully to his knees.

The blackouts were more common, now - frighteningly so. Edward wheezed through his teeth, metal hand closed tight over his flesh shoulder as he looked around, desperate for something, an indication of where he was, what he was DOING here.

The alley was deep in shadow, he wouldn’t be seen by the early morning pedestrians. Edward shifted, moved into a sitting position, and rested his head back against the brick. The last thing he remembered - that was going to sleep, safe and warm in his bed in Resembool, Alphonse in the bed next to his, Winry down the hall. Things were supposed to be BETTER now, fixed - Alphonse, while still weak, was alive again. The military was in an uproar, but they were safely removed from it; on one had come looking for a single AWOL State Alchemist.

But that was when the blackouts started. Occasional ones, small ones, Edward didn’t think them particularly bad enough to mention to anyone. They had been through so much together, Alphonse needed the peace and the quiet to heal. He didn’t need to deal with this, whatever this was Edward would handle it on his own.

But now, apparently, the blackouts lasted longer than that. With great effort he relaxed the automail prosthetic and looked at his hand. Blood was dried on the palm, almost flaking under the plates. His shirt was in tatters, and there was dried blood on it, too - and his pants.

There was too much of it just to be his blood. He had no idea what was going on anymore.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Rumble
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

One thing Roy adored about their little cabin in the middle of nowhere was the peace. They were so far removed from the world that there was no outside interference in his life - he could sit here, at Edward’s desk, his chin in one hand and just listen to the breeze through the leaves.

He had never really known such tranquility.

Birdsong, in the distance - the tweeting of some small feathered thing as it vocally marked its territory. Roy sighed and lifted his head, looking down at the blank page before him. Edward did not seem the slightest bit interested in keeping track, or of remembering - and perhaps there were things better consigned to darkness after all. Roy couldn’t help but think that it should be chronicled, that some day in the murky future that knowledge could come in handy. How the demon was defeated, and how he himself was redeemed.

It was too pleasant a day to dwell on such dark matters. Roy closed the leather-bound journal, and was in the process of straightening out the pages of letter Edward was writing to his brother when something large impacted the roof of the cabin hard enough to shake the pots hanging over the hearth.

Roy jumped and turned quickly - just in time to see a familiar body fall past the window in a flurry of feathers. He rushed to the window, the curtains blown outward by the wind, and Edward was already rolling himself to a sitting position, waving one arm awkwardly in Roy’s direction.

“It’s okay, I’m alright,” he was saying already. “I’m horrible with landings, you know that, no harm done-"

"You hit the ROOF,” Roy said in disbelief.

“I noticed.” Edward flexed his wings experimentally. “You got lunch on yet? I’m starving.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Might Have Been
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

The Aetheric Realm made Edward’s nose itch. He was quite sure that he was allergic to feathers (ALL feathers; okay, maybe not Roy’s, but everyone else’s), he barely came up to anyone’s shoulder, and as angels did not have children, per se, the novelty of a much shorter angel did not wear off. Ever.

Plus there was the fact that Edward drew attention ANYWAY, because while there was a term for earthborne angels in the first place, there had not been one in living memory. They were fascinated by him, liked to poke and point and would not leave him alone for five minutes to even get his thoughts together, nevermind get his work done.

So he hated the Aetheric Realm, and avoided it if at all possible. He ignored summons to meetings - Zarachiel was his second and could attend the archangel councils in his stead, he had been running the lineage since Edward’s patron fell centuries ago. His specially constructed area was warded to be invisible to all other angels, even those of the highest order - although Bri had invaded once, to eat his chocolate and laugh at his indignation - Edward was quite happy with being left alone.

If he was off the map, then his family was safe. Al and Winry and the kids were safe.

Roy was safe.

It behooved him to behave, to toe the line, to be the good little head of the Seventh Lineage and do what was expected of him. He hated orders, he hated the thought of being a good soldier and shutting up and doing what he was told - but it needed done. If it was to protect those that he loved, then, well - Edward could swallow a lot. Even a pill as bitter as this.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Little One
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward awoke to the persistent drizzle of a dismal spring morning. He could hear the rain drumming against the roof and dripping down against the window - the room was that murky gray color of dawn struggling through the heavy rain clouds.

Roy snorted a little as Edward rolled over, curling against him for warmth. The rain had brought a chill to the air, and Edward shivered, automail hand tucked under his side so that Roy was not directly exposed to its metal. He couldn’t fall back asleep, although the rain made him drowsy, sleep seemed far out of his grasp - and as it was past dawn he should really be up and getting the hearth going anyway.

It was comforting though, lying here next to Roy, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. It had been so long since Roy had nightmares that watching him sleep had returned to being a pleasurable thing to do.

Roy was still a light sleeper, though, so if Edward touched him, he would likely awaken. Edward pillowed his own head on his automail arm and smiled, closing his eyes. He might be smaller than Roy, but Roy was his to protect, and for good reason.

The soft trill of far-off birdsong cut through the sound of rain. The birds did not let dreary weather affect their day all that much, and Edward should be much the same. However, it was Roy who shifted before Edward did, rolling up on his side and pinning Edward’s fleshy pink wrist to the bed.

“You’re up early,” Roy rumbled, his eyes barely open, just the faintest bits of dark pupil visible through his lashes. Edward tilted his head back defiantly, so Roy forcefully tilted his jaw down and kissed him. “Morning, love.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Timeless
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

The low rumble of distant thunder made Edward lift his head from his arms. He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there, staring through the old cracked ceiling, but the daylight had long since faded, and the shadows had grown long across the floor. Roy had not been home yet to disturb him, which was ideal, but all the same he felt the slightest twinge of loneliness in his gut at the other’s absence.

It was strange, this quiet solitude in which they lived. Days bled into weeks, into months - he honestly could not say how long they had existed in this little bubble of isolation. At first, he had thought about keeping a log, a small little diary of each day so that he could look back on their time here but that quickly fell by the wayside. There were so many other things to do; chores to be done, vegetable gardens to tend to, fresh game to hunt - and that was leaving aside the whole intended aspect of their journey in the first place.

Arguably, Edward had sustained the most physical trauma from the battle, but it was Roy who was the most deeply scarred. It took a long time before he even began to resemble the Roy that he remembered, and even still he would catch Roy just sitting somewhere, staring off silently into space. These catatonic phases never lasted long, and he had had to learn to just not worry about them. Roy would heal, in time. Just like they all would.

Thunder rumbled again, drawing closer. Edward smiled as he listened to the steady staccato beat of rain on the rooftop, and he idly thought about getting out of bed to prepare a towel or stoke the fire for Roy’s inevitable return.

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