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scriveyner) wrote2013-05-06 01:14 am
scriveyner) wrote2013-05-06 01:14 am
Fullmetal Alchemist (Sceptre of Flamel) - Cracked Pavement [RoyEd]
Title: Cracked Pavement
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 311
Summary: The blackouts were more common, now.
He had been wandering for hours, half-blinded by exhaustion. The milky color of predawn was painting the edges of the sky when he tripped, slamming his shoulder into brick, and fell painfully to his knees.
The blackouts were more common, now - frighteningly so. Edward wheezed through his teeth, metal hand closed tight over his flesh shoulder as he looked around, desperate for something, an indication of where he was, what he was DOING here.
The alley was deep in shadow, he wouldn’t be seen by the early morning pedestrians. Edward shifted, moved into a sitting position, and rested his head back against the brick. The last thing he remembered - that was going to sleep, safe and warm in his bed in Resembool, Alphonse in the bed next to his, Winry down the hall. Things were supposed to be BETTER now, fixed - Alphonse, while still weak, was alive again. The military was in an uproar, but they were safely removed from it; on one had come looking for a single AWOL State Alchemist.
But that was when the blackouts started. Occasional ones, small ones, Edward didn’t think them particularly bad enough to mention to anyone. They had been through so much together, Alphonse needed the peace and the quiet to heal. He didn’t need to deal with this, whatever this was Edward would handle it on his own.
But now, apparently, the blackouts lasted longer than that. With great effort he relaxed the automail prosthetic and looked at his hand. Blood was dried on the palm, almost flaking under the plates. His shirt was in tatters, and there was dried blood on it, too - and his pants.
There was too much of it just to be his blood. He had no idea what was going on anymore.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 311
Summary: The blackouts were more common, now.
He had been wandering for hours, half-blinded by exhaustion. The milky color of predawn was painting the edges of the sky when he tripped, slamming his shoulder into brick, and fell painfully to his knees.
The blackouts were more common, now - frighteningly so. Edward wheezed through his teeth, metal hand closed tight over his flesh shoulder as he looked around, desperate for something, an indication of where he was, what he was DOING here.
The alley was deep in shadow, he wouldn’t be seen by the early morning pedestrians. Edward shifted, moved into a sitting position, and rested his head back against the brick. The last thing he remembered - that was going to sleep, safe and warm in his bed in Resembool, Alphonse in the bed next to his, Winry down the hall. Things were supposed to be BETTER now, fixed - Alphonse, while still weak, was alive again. The military was in an uproar, but they were safely removed from it; on one had come looking for a single AWOL State Alchemist.
But that was when the blackouts started. Occasional ones, small ones, Edward didn’t think them particularly bad enough to mention to anyone. They had been through so much together, Alphonse needed the peace and the quiet to heal. He didn’t need to deal with this, whatever this was Edward would handle it on his own.
But now, apparently, the blackouts lasted longer than that. With great effort he relaxed the automail prosthetic and looked at his hand. Blood was dried on the palm, almost flaking under the plates. His shirt was in tatters, and there was dried blood on it, too - and his pants.
There was too much of it just to be his blood. He had no idea what was going on anymore.