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scriveyner) wrote2013-05-06 11:52 pm
scriveyner) wrote2013-05-06 11:52 pm
Fullmetal Alchemist (Sceptre of Flamel) - Might Have Been [RoyEd]
Title: might have been
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: If he was off the map, then his family was safe.
The Aetheric Realm made Edward’s nose itch. He was quite sure that he was allergic to feathers (ALL feathers; okay, maybe not Roy’s, but everyone else’s), he barely came up to anyone’s shoulder, and as angels did not have children, per se, the novelty of a much shorter angel did not wear off. Ever.
Plus there was the fact that Edward drew attention ANYWAY, because while there was a term for earthborne angels in the first place, there had not been one in living memory. They were fascinated by him, liked to poke and point and would not leave him alone for five minutes to even get his thoughts together, nevermind get his work done.
So he hated the Aetheric Realm, and avoided it if at all possible. He ignored summons to meetings - Zarachiel was his second and could attend the archangel councils in his stead, he had been running the lineage since Edward’s patron fell centuries ago. His specially constructed area was warded to be invisible to all other angels, even those of the highest order - although Bri had invaded once, to eat his chocolate and laugh at his indignation - Edward was quite happy with being left alone.
If he was off the map, then his family was safe. Al and Winry and the kids were safe.
Roy was safe.
It behooved him to behave, to toe the line, to be the good little head of the Seventh Lineage and do what was expected of him. He hated orders, he hated the thought of being a good soldier and shutting up and doing what he was told - but it needed done. If it was to protect those that he loved, then, well - Edward could swallow a lot. Even a pill as bitter as this.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: If he was off the map, then his family was safe.
The Aetheric Realm made Edward’s nose itch. He was quite sure that he was allergic to feathers (ALL feathers; okay, maybe not Roy’s, but everyone else’s), he barely came up to anyone’s shoulder, and as angels did not have children, per se, the novelty of a much shorter angel did not wear off. Ever.
Plus there was the fact that Edward drew attention ANYWAY, because while there was a term for earthborne angels in the first place, there had not been one in living memory. They were fascinated by him, liked to poke and point and would not leave him alone for five minutes to even get his thoughts together, nevermind get his work done.
So he hated the Aetheric Realm, and avoided it if at all possible. He ignored summons to meetings - Zarachiel was his second and could attend the archangel councils in his stead, he had been running the lineage since Edward’s patron fell centuries ago. His specially constructed area was warded to be invisible to all other angels, even those of the highest order - although Bri had invaded once, to eat his chocolate and laugh at his indignation - Edward was quite happy with being left alone.
If he was off the map, then his family was safe. Al and Winry and the kids were safe.
Roy was safe.
It behooved him to behave, to toe the line, to be the good little head of the Seventh Lineage and do what was expected of him. He hated orders, he hated the thought of being a good soldier and shutting up and doing what he was told - but it needed done. If it was to protect those that he loved, then, well - Edward could swallow a lot. Even a pill as bitter as this.