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scriveynerTitle: Awakening
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 489
Summary: It hurt more than Ed expected, it felt almost like a limb had been severed.
It hurt more than Ed expected, it felt almost like a limb had been severed. He had experienced so many different definitions of pain in his life, he thought that the entire spectrum had been opened to him and then some, but if he had considered that to be his truth he was surprised to learn how deeply he was wrong.
What was worse what that it was a dull pain, it throbbed and reminded him, constantly, of the wound. Ed sat at the dingy bar a hundred and fifty miles away, his head in one hand and an empty glass in front of him. It was a noisy bar, an enthusiastic place despite its decoration, full of college kids laughing and having a good time. On any other night he would sit back and enjoy the show, observing the eternal peacock prance and general preening as people observed their potential mates - but tonight his eyes were only on the scuffed bar top.
He had turned off his phone, first off. The last thing he wanted to hear right now was from Al - it didn’t matter if Al found what they needed, he just couldn’t face up to telling him. Truth was, Ed wasn’t even entirely sure what he would be facing up to … but if Mustang got out of this business, that was bully for him. They had averted the Apocalypse (capital ‘A’, although Ed now had cause to wonder if there was a plural form of apocalypse and whether he should learn it); and while their newest endeavor would benefit the world at large, it was not nearly as pressing a concern for even the other hunters out there.
A woman’s voice. Ed shook his head, trying to shut it out of his memory. Roy never took women home, never - his home was his sanctuary, but not a playground. It shook him, quite a bit, to even contemplate. Of course Mustang would move on, he had to - Al would have told him, and there was no indication that Ed had even survived, that time.
And yet.
It hurt, so much.
Ed sighed and tapped his fingers on the bar. That safety net that kept him sane when Al was going Dark Side on him had shattered - even Cas was gone, now - he was back to nothing left. Maybe it was better this way, better to be solo - or better to be with his brother, the last two of their kind.
At least he still had Al.
For now.
(Bottoms up tonight, I drink to you and I
'cause with the morning comes the rest of my life
And with this empty glass, I will break the past
'cause with the morning I can open my eyes
I want this to be my awakening)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 489
Summary: It hurt more than Ed expected, it felt almost like a limb had been severed.
It hurt more than Ed expected, it felt almost like a limb had been severed. He had experienced so many different definitions of pain in his life, he thought that the entire spectrum had been opened to him and then some, but if he had considered that to be his truth he was surprised to learn how deeply he was wrong.
What was worse what that it was a dull pain, it throbbed and reminded him, constantly, of the wound. Ed sat at the dingy bar a hundred and fifty miles away, his head in one hand and an empty glass in front of him. It was a noisy bar, an enthusiastic place despite its decoration, full of college kids laughing and having a good time. On any other night he would sit back and enjoy the show, observing the eternal peacock prance and general preening as people observed their potential mates - but tonight his eyes were only on the scuffed bar top.
He had turned off his phone, first off. The last thing he wanted to hear right now was from Al - it didn’t matter if Al found what they needed, he just couldn’t face up to telling him. Truth was, Ed wasn’t even entirely sure what he would be facing up to … but if Mustang got out of this business, that was bully for him. They had averted the Apocalypse (capital ‘A’, although Ed now had cause to wonder if there was a plural form of apocalypse and whether he should learn it); and while their newest endeavor would benefit the world at large, it was not nearly as pressing a concern for even the other hunters out there.
A woman’s voice. Ed shook his head, trying to shut it out of his memory. Roy never took women home, never - his home was his sanctuary, but not a playground. It shook him, quite a bit, to even contemplate. Of course Mustang would move on, he had to - Al would have told him, and there was no indication that Ed had even survived, that time.
And yet.
It hurt, so much.
Ed sighed and tapped his fingers on the bar. That safety net that kept him sane when Al was going Dark Side on him had shattered - even Cas was gone, now - he was back to nothing left. Maybe it was better this way, better to be solo - or better to be with his brother, the last two of their kind.
At least he still had Al.
For now.
'cause with the morning comes the rest of my life
And with this empty glass, I will break the past
'cause with the morning I can open my eyes
I want this to be my awakening)
