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scriveynerTitle: children
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al/Winry
Rating: T
Length: 271
Summary: "My eyes were never blue."
Edward stared over the edge of the crib. The baby had a tuft of bright, straw-gold hair, and tiny, vivid blue eyes that constantly refocused as the different faces popped into view. “Do you think his eyes will stay blue?” Edward asked, shoulder to shoulder with his brother. “Some babies’ eyes will change color. Yours were blue at first too.”
“I think they will, blue is a recessive gene.” Alphonse glanced at his brother. “And my eyes were never blue.”
“Yes they were, I remember it. There aren’t any pictures like that because you were like eight months old before they took any pictures of you.” Edward put out his automail finger and the baby latched on to it, tiny hand curling around the metal and eyes closing sleepily.
“There is no way you can remember that, you would’ve been barely a year old.” Alphonse was smiling despite himself, watching the baby contentedly drift off clinging to Edward’s finger. “You realize now you can’t move, if you wake him he’ll start screaming again and Winry will kill us both.”
Edward leaned into Alphonse’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, little brother,” he said, and grinned at him. “He’s perfect.”
“Winry did all the work, you should be telling her that,” Alphonse murmured, very gently touching the tuft of gold hair. “But you’re right, he is perfect.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al/Winry
Rating: T
Length: 271
Summary: "My eyes were never blue."
Edward stared over the edge of the crib. The baby had a tuft of bright, straw-gold hair, and tiny, vivid blue eyes that constantly refocused as the different faces popped into view. “Do you think his eyes will stay blue?” Edward asked, shoulder to shoulder with his brother. “Some babies’ eyes will change color. Yours were blue at first too.”
“I think they will, blue is a recessive gene.” Alphonse glanced at his brother. “And my eyes were never blue.”
“Yes they were, I remember it. There aren’t any pictures like that because you were like eight months old before they took any pictures of you.” Edward put out his automail finger and the baby latched on to it, tiny hand curling around the metal and eyes closing sleepily.
“There is no way you can remember that, you would’ve been barely a year old.” Alphonse was smiling despite himself, watching the baby contentedly drift off clinging to Edward’s finger. “You realize now you can’t move, if you wake him he’ll start screaming again and Winry will kill us both.”
Edward leaned into Alphonse’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, little brother,” he said, and grinned at him. “He’s perfect.”
“Winry did all the work, you should be telling her that,” Alphonse murmured, very gently touching the tuft of gold hair. “But you’re right, he is perfect.”
