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scriveynerTitle: Flash of Lightning
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 305
Summary: A story.
Edward spends a lot of time on four legs in the winter. Roy doesn’t begrudge him that, he’s warmer in fur, and there’s something really strangely comforting about laying next to a big furry roaster. However, it does make conversations particularly one-sided, as Edward can’t wrangle a wolf’s vocal cords into something resembling human speech. Roy often doesn’t have much to talk about so they’ll lapse into comfortable silence, Roy on the couch with a book and Edward sprawled beside him, his head on Roy’s thigh.
He shifts back to go to sleep in Roy’s arms. Roy buries his face in Edward’s throat and Edward will laugh, his voice husky with disuse. Roy strokes his fingers through Edward’s hair and asks him, sleepily, as the first cold rays of light sneak in through a crack in the blackout curtains, to tell him a story.
Edward lifts his head a bit from the pillow, brow furrowed in confusion. He forgets, that Roy has no past and no memories. He has ideas and concepts but no stories and no history, and he loves every little bit he can get Edward to relay. Edward settles back down next to him, brushing his hand over Roy’s cheek. “Did you know,” Edward’s voice is soft, and conspiratorial. “That people are descended from wolves?”
Roy smiles. Edward has told him the tale before, one of the many bits of lore passed down through the werewolf tribes. He lets his eyes drift closed as Edward relates the tale of the white wolf whose tears birthed a new world.
He is asleep long before Edward finishes the tale.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 305
Summary: A story.
Edward spends a lot of time on four legs in the winter. Roy doesn’t begrudge him that, he’s warmer in fur, and there’s something really strangely comforting about laying next to a big furry roaster. However, it does make conversations particularly one-sided, as Edward can’t wrangle a wolf’s vocal cords into something resembling human speech. Roy often doesn’t have much to talk about so they’ll lapse into comfortable silence, Roy on the couch with a book and Edward sprawled beside him, his head on Roy’s thigh.
He shifts back to go to sleep in Roy’s arms. Roy buries his face in Edward’s throat and Edward will laugh, his voice husky with disuse. Roy strokes his fingers through Edward’s hair and asks him, sleepily, as the first cold rays of light sneak in through a crack in the blackout curtains, to tell him a story.
Edward lifts his head a bit from the pillow, brow furrowed in confusion. He forgets, that Roy has no past and no memories. He has ideas and concepts but no stories and no history, and he loves every little bit he can get Edward to relay. Edward settles back down next to him, brushing his hand over Roy’s cheek. “Did you know,” Edward’s voice is soft, and conspiratorial. “That people are descended from wolves?”
Roy smiles. Edward has told him the tale before, one of the many bits of lore passed down through the werewolf tribes. He lets his eyes drift closed as Edward relates the tale of the white wolf whose tears birthed a new world.
He is asleep long before Edward finishes the tale.
