Fullmetal Alchemist - Consuming [RoyEd]
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scriveynerTitle: Consuming
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 321
Summary: Edward packing away food like it was going out of style was really, nothing new.
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.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 321
Summary: Edward packing away food like it was going out of style was really, nothing new.
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.
