Fullmetal Alchemist - Cupped Hands
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scriveynerTitle: Cupped Hands
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 317
Summary: They fight like demons, sometimes.
Edward ran his hands under the water. It wasn’t moving as fast as it had been when the pipe was first broken, spraying out across the alley - somewhere along the line someone had shut off the water pressure, and now the flow had slowed to a trickle. It was still enough to rinse off with, and he did so, washing both his flesh hand and his automail thoroughly.
He was very thoroughly ignoring Alphonse, who stood like a sentinel at the open end of the alley. Al had his back to Edward, the helmet faced resolutely forward. There was nothing to be said in this moment, so Edward stared at the water and ignored the dull ache growing in the impact spots.
They didn’t fight often - which wasn’t entirely accurate. It was more that their fights didn’t come to BLOWS often. They would snipe and snark and yell at each other, Edward would shove his brother and Alphonse would shove back - but they rarely came to actual, real blows.
Alphonse hadn’t run off. He stood silent still, keeping curious onlookers at bay simply by existing. There was no way that this wasn’t going to get back to Mustang, they had had a brawl almost on the street. It was lucky the worst of it was in the alley where few could see them.
Edward cocked his head back, looked up at the brick and felt tired. He felt for a moment a thousand years old, all of this petty fighting was pointless. He had so many more important things to accomplish - how could he forget that? All over a girl, too. He got slowly to his feet, and wiped his wet hand across his face, streaking the blood under his nose. He had work to do.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 317
Summary: They fight like demons, sometimes.
Edward ran his hands under the water. It wasn’t moving as fast as it had been when the pipe was first broken, spraying out across the alley - somewhere along the line someone had shut off the water pressure, and now the flow had slowed to a trickle. It was still enough to rinse off with, and he did so, washing both his flesh hand and his automail thoroughly.
He was very thoroughly ignoring Alphonse, who stood like a sentinel at the open end of the alley. Al had his back to Edward, the helmet faced resolutely forward. There was nothing to be said in this moment, so Edward stared at the water and ignored the dull ache growing in the impact spots.
They didn’t fight often - which wasn’t entirely accurate. It was more that their fights didn’t come to BLOWS often. They would snipe and snark and yell at each other, Edward would shove his brother and Alphonse would shove back - but they rarely came to actual, real blows.
Alphonse hadn’t run off. He stood silent still, keeping curious onlookers at bay simply by existing. There was no way that this wasn’t going to get back to Mustang, they had had a brawl almost on the street. It was lucky the worst of it was in the alley where few could see them.
Edward cocked his head back, looked up at the brick and felt tired. He felt for a moment a thousand years old, all of this petty fighting was pointless. He had so many more important things to accomplish - how could he forget that? All over a girl, too. He got slowly to his feet, and wiped his wet hand across his face, streaking the blood under his nose. He had work to do.
