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scriveynerTitle: Archetype
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 371
Summary: "The cape's a little much."
“The cape’s a little much,” Edward tugged on the edge of the silk-lined monstrosity. It billowed out, the outside as satiny black as Roy’s hair, but the inside lined with the deepest red.
Roy frowned at himself in the mirror. “It’s in fashion,” he said, trying to ignore Edward’s form, sitting on the floor beside him and fiddling with the hem of his clothing.
“Yeah, if you’ve been dead two hundred years.” Edward worried a loose thread from the hem and snapped it off. “Or if it’s October. When was this thing you went to again? Wasn’t it right before Halloween?”
“If by ‘right before’ you mean ‘August.’” Roy yanked the cape away from Edward’s hands. “Stop that.”
“No, seriously, you look like you stepped off a supermarket romance novel cover,” Edward said. “It’s not natural.”
Roy slicked back his hair with one hand, and lifted his chin. The black of the high-collared cape did make his skin look deathly pale, he wasn’t sure he liked that. “You’ve read many of those supermarket romance novels?”
“I get bored waiting in line.” Edward put his hands on the floor between his legs and huffed. “I can’t believe you’re actually going to this thing without me. What if she’s there?”
“We do have other means of communication,” Roy reminded him, and undid the clasp on his cape. “But you’re right, the cape is a bit much. Where did Rian find this, anyway?”
“Probably a costume store.” Edward let out a whine when Roy dumped the cape over his head, neatly obscuring his vision. He yanked it off and glared, but Roy was already back to the closet.
“That doesn’t surprise me. Do we still have that tuxedo that Miss Rockbell made me wear for that one function? Perhaps that will look better.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 371
Summary: "The cape's a little much."
“The cape’s a little much,” Edward tugged on the edge of the silk-lined monstrosity. It billowed out, the outside as satiny black as Roy’s hair, but the inside lined with the deepest red.
Roy frowned at himself in the mirror. “It’s in fashion,” he said, trying to ignore Edward’s form, sitting on the floor beside him and fiddling with the hem of his clothing.
“Yeah, if you’ve been dead two hundred years.” Edward worried a loose thread from the hem and snapped it off. “Or if it’s October. When was this thing you went to again? Wasn’t it right before Halloween?”
“If by ‘right before’ you mean ‘August.’” Roy yanked the cape away from Edward’s hands. “Stop that.”
“No, seriously, you look like you stepped off a supermarket romance novel cover,” Edward said. “It’s not natural.”
Roy slicked back his hair with one hand, and lifted his chin. The black of the high-collared cape did make his skin look deathly pale, he wasn’t sure he liked that. “You’ve read many of those supermarket romance novels?”
“I get bored waiting in line.” Edward put his hands on the floor between his legs and huffed. “I can’t believe you’re actually going to this thing without me. What if she’s there?”
“We do have other means of communication,” Roy reminded him, and undid the clasp on his cape. “But you’re right, the cape is a bit much. Where did Rian find this, anyway?”
“Probably a costume store.” Edward let out a whine when Roy dumped the cape over his head, neatly obscuring his vision. He yanked it off and glared, but Roy was already back to the closet.
“That doesn’t surprise me. Do we still have that tuxedo that Miss Rockbell made me wear for that one function? Perhaps that will look better.”
