Kansaki Sou - Angelic
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scriveynerTitle: Angelic
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Musebox, Kansaki Sou
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Roy
Rating: T
Length: 314
Summary: "Doing the rounds again?"
The roof was well-worn and the shingles scuffed from being used as a nesting perch by one very large, affectionate dragon. Fortunately, the dragon didn’t tend to sleep on the eaves, which made his landing a lot lighter than usual.
Edward (called Sariel, something he bristled at but at least it made him stand out from the crowd), slid his bare feet along the roof as he landed, wings fanned out behind him. The moon was hiding behind clouds heavy with the threat of rain, and the wind was kicked higher than usual, blowing his hair back and feathers out.
There was something in the air he didn’t quite like, and in the many years since his status changed he had learned to go with his gut. If something was wrong, he knew. He just wished he knew WHAT.
If anyone here had a sixth sense, it was Himura. The man knew when trouble was brewing a week off. Edward walked carefully along the top of the roof, not bothering to put his wings away, the pinon feathers dragging lightly along the shingles behind him. It made him feel better to do rounds like this, to coast quietly over the woods and to pace the house, marking off the territories and ensuring that all was clear.
Certain that his beat was quiet, Edward glided silently over the lawn, landing and only sliding a bit on the damp grass. He stretched his wings out, and as he put them away he lifted his head to glare at the dark figure on the porch.
Vampire Roy (not HIS Roy, his inner voice screamed), nodded at Edward, a bag of blood clutched in one hand. “Doing the rounds again?” he asked, and Edward cocked his head aggressively.
“Yeah, and what’s it to you?"
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Musebox, Kansaki Sou
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Roy
Rating: T
Length: 314
Summary: "Doing the rounds again?"
The roof was well-worn and the shingles scuffed from being used as a nesting perch by one very large, affectionate dragon. Fortunately, the dragon didn’t tend to sleep on the eaves, which made his landing a lot lighter than usual.
Edward (called Sariel, something he bristled at but at least it made him stand out from the crowd), slid his bare feet along the roof as he landed, wings fanned out behind him. The moon was hiding behind clouds heavy with the threat of rain, and the wind was kicked higher than usual, blowing his hair back and feathers out.
There was something in the air he didn’t quite like, and in the many years since his status changed he had learned to go with his gut. If something was wrong, he knew. He just wished he knew WHAT.
If anyone here had a sixth sense, it was Himura. The man knew when trouble was brewing a week off. Edward walked carefully along the top of the roof, not bothering to put his wings away, the pinon feathers dragging lightly along the shingles behind him. It made him feel better to do rounds like this, to coast quietly over the woods and to pace the house, marking off the territories and ensuring that all was clear.
Certain that his beat was quiet, Edward glided silently over the lawn, landing and only sliding a bit on the damp grass. He stretched his wings out, and as he put them away he lifted his head to glare at the dark figure on the porch.
Vampire Roy (not HIS Roy, his inner voice screamed), nodded at Edward, a bag of blood clutched in one hand. “Doing the rounds again?” he asked, and Edward cocked his head aggressively.
“Yeah, and what’s it to you?"
