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scriveynerTitle: heretic
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 345
Summary: "You should go back."
“Do you ever miss it?” Alphonse asked, sliding onto a stool beside Edward at the bar. His words and tone cut cleanly through the hectic background noise, and Edward raised his head, looking at his younger brother evenly.
Without clarifying, he knew immediately what Alphonse meant. “Not a bit,” he said evenly, meeting Alphonse’s eyes.
Alphonse laughed quietly. “You’re a horrible liar, brother,” he said, resting his hands on the bar. “You always have been.” He studied his own hands for a long moment, before flagging down the bartender to order a drink.
Edward was tense beside him, sitting slightly hunched. He had his elbows in and was watching Alphonse levelly, assessing for any threat. Alphonse couldn’t blame him, not really - the last time they had met, the ensuing brawl had cleared the bar in under a minute. Alphonse was the better fighter, always had been.
“I’m not here to fight,” Alphonse said quietly. Edward snorted and looked down to his glass.
“Are you here to take me back?"
"I was,” Alphonse put cash on the bar as the bartender dropped a drink before him. “But you are just as much trouble as I remember, brother.” He sighed. “And now I’m not so sure that you were wrong to leave."
"You should go back,” Edward said “If you stay, they’ll come after you too. Say I poisoned your mind, or some other such bullshit."
"That’s not entirely false, though,” Alphonse said thoughtfully.
Edward smiled slightly and lifted his head. “I’ve missed you, Al,” he said, and leaned over to bump his brother’s shoulder with his own. “Welcome to exile."
Alphonse chuckled a little at the thought. "So, what happens now?"
His brother tilted the beer bottle back, draining its contents completely. "That, I think, is entirely up to you.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 345
Summary: "You should go back."
“Do you ever miss it?” Alphonse asked, sliding onto a stool beside Edward at the bar. His words and tone cut cleanly through the hectic background noise, and Edward raised his head, looking at his younger brother evenly.
Without clarifying, he knew immediately what Alphonse meant. “Not a bit,” he said evenly, meeting Alphonse’s eyes.
Alphonse laughed quietly. “You’re a horrible liar, brother,” he said, resting his hands on the bar. “You always have been.” He studied his own hands for a long moment, before flagging down the bartender to order a drink.
Edward was tense beside him, sitting slightly hunched. He had his elbows in and was watching Alphonse levelly, assessing for any threat. Alphonse couldn’t blame him, not really - the last time they had met, the ensuing brawl had cleared the bar in under a minute. Alphonse was the better fighter, always had been.
“I’m not here to fight,” Alphonse said quietly. Edward snorted and looked down to his glass.
“Are you here to take me back?"
"I was,” Alphonse put cash on the bar as the bartender dropped a drink before him. “But you are just as much trouble as I remember, brother.” He sighed. “And now I’m not so sure that you were wrong to leave."
"You should go back,” Edward said “If you stay, they’ll come after you too. Say I poisoned your mind, or some other such bullshit."
"That’s not entirely false, though,” Alphonse said thoughtfully.
Edward smiled slightly and lifted his head. “I’ve missed you, Al,” he said, and leaned over to bump his brother’s shoulder with his own. “Welcome to exile."
Alphonse chuckled a little at the thought. "So, what happens now?"
His brother tilted the beer bottle back, draining its contents completely. "That, I think, is entirely up to you.”
