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scriveynerTitle: Just Walked By
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 313
Summary: Edward sat fearlessly on the edge
Edward sat fearlessly on the ledge, his red-soled boots dangling off of the drop as if it were nothing. It was nice and quiet up here, the busy hustle and bustle of the crowded street below was muffled by the distance; up here Edward had the company of birds.
It was an excellent place to go to think. He leaned back, his hands gripping the other end of the ledge, and looked to the blue spring sky. Up here, no one could hear him talk to himself - if the birds that strutted on the ledge around him even cared, they showed no indication of it.
Not that he had heard anything in days. It was almost amusing, how quickly he had gotten used to sharing himself with the quiet voice in his head, but the absence was not all that unsettling. Sariel came and went as he pleased; being incorporeal meant that he would drift in and out as he conducted his silent search of the city. Edward thought he was being silly - there was no way that the demons were basing themselves out Central, not now, at least - but Sariel seemed to think otherwise.
It wasn’t Edward’s legwork to do. He exhaled, and enjoyed the view. He was staying at Roy’s - hell, he thought of Mustang as ROY now, how weird was that - Alphonse was safe and out of the line of fire, and soon he would be done with this angel business and he could get on with having a nice, normal, mundane life.
(Perhaps even with Roy.)
Hell, he couldn’t think things like that in public, he had a reputation to uphold. Even if no one could see him blush from where he was perched. Edward scratched his nose and leaned forward.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 313
Summary: Edward sat fearlessly on the edge
Edward sat fearlessly on the ledge, his red-soled boots dangling off of the drop as if it were nothing. It was nice and quiet up here, the busy hustle and bustle of the crowded street below was muffled by the distance; up here Edward had the company of birds.
It was an excellent place to go to think. He leaned back, his hands gripping the other end of the ledge, and looked to the blue spring sky. Up here, no one could hear him talk to himself - if the birds that strutted on the ledge around him even cared, they showed no indication of it.
Not that he had heard anything in days. It was almost amusing, how quickly he had gotten used to sharing himself with the quiet voice in his head, but the absence was not all that unsettling. Sariel came and went as he pleased; being incorporeal meant that he would drift in and out as he conducted his silent search of the city. Edward thought he was being silly - there was no way that the demons were basing themselves out Central, not now, at least - but Sariel seemed to think otherwise.
It wasn’t Edward’s legwork to do. He exhaled, and enjoyed the view. He was staying at Roy’s - hell, he thought of Mustang as ROY now, how weird was that - Alphonse was safe and out of the line of fire, and soon he would be done with this angel business and he could get on with having a nice, normal, mundane life.
(Perhaps even with Roy.)
Hell, he couldn’t think things like that in public, he had a reputation to uphold. Even if no one could see him blush from where he was perched. Edward scratched his nose and leaned forward.
