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scriveynerTitle: One Final Look Back
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 852
Summary:
Rian Martin sat (well, crouched) at the base of the stairs that led to the main building. It was a grey, rainy day - the sun hadn’t bothered to poke its head from behind the heavy dark clouds in days, and everyone’s mood was worse for it. It was cold, too - not unseasonably, but enough that Edward had been griping this morning, rubbing his right shoulder awkwardly and moving stiffly.
His automail always bothered him at the change in weather. It didn’t matter how extreme the temperature change was, when it got colder he got crankier. Rian had resorted to calling Winry earlier in the day for ideas. Outside of hot compresses and rest, there really wasn’t much he could do to help.
The rain kept shifting from freezing cold droplets to a fair bit of snow, small hard flakes that didn’t so much spin as they did bounce off of him and the ground. Things were warm enough that the snow wouldn’t stick, but the constant changes in precipitation were starting to give HIM a headache, he couldn’t even imagine how cranky Edward would be when he emerged from his meeting.
A little bored, Rian placed his bare hand palm-down on the concrete. The scars were faint, on his palms - he did not have the transmutation circle inked in, he never intended it to be permanent, after all - but he felt the tingle of static as the current moved through him, and a blast of air rose around his hand, blowing snow and rain away from him.
The transmutation circles were at first no good. They had been smeared before they were seared into his palms, and using them ran the risk of a really bad rebound reaction. However one late night when they had both had too much to drink Edward studied them under the bright cold light of his kitchen and, with a few small adjustments with a knife, completed the circles. Rian had been sauced enough to agree to it, and it had come in handy since - but the thought of a tipsy Edward with a steak knife near his palms was enough to make him shudder while sober.
Now he could transmute, though - the two circles were independent of each other, one to cause his favorite wind vortex, the other one far more dangerous. However, if he combined the circles together the core element formed a vary basic transmutation array that allowed him to transmute most things, including his specialty of air alchemy. It was a clever bit of alteration on Edward’s part, and Rian was more amused that with a simple clapping motion he could transmute almost anything.
(Just like me, Edward had said proudly, as Rian pressed both palms into the old towel while he waited for the bleeding to stop.)
Rian looked up as several soldiers started spilling out from the doors, pulling on hats or covering their heads with hard black folders. Rian watched them move silently, from his position at the foot of the stairs, in the shadow of the guardian lion. He was eternally wary around soldiers, even with General Howard dead (or presumed so, Rian would never quite believe his hated enemy was gone forever without a body as proof), so he watched carefully and silently.
Edward was one of the last out, stopping at the top of the stairs while he argued with some of the other soldiers he exited with. They stood under the awning to argue, safe from the somewhat steady drizzle of precipitation.
It was fascinating to watch Edward in his element, arguing with two people at once, his voice and stance conveying the very strong indicator that he knew he was superior to the people he was arguing with but never stating the words outright. Edward turned his head sharply, which caused his ponytail to swish as he jabbed a finger at a third man, his words lost in the wind but his tone of voice carrying plenty cleanly.
Edward was very good at his job. Rian stood finally, slowly, his knees complaining at having been locked in a crouch in this weather for so long. Rian had visions of an early supper, some hot water compresses for Edward’s achey joints, and perhaps a blowjob. His sudden rise caught Edward’s eye and he paused, head half-turned as he looked down the stairs to see Rian waiting there for him.
Edward smiled.
Rian grinned back, nodding his head. They couldn’t kiss, it was a danger to even touch on base, but their relationship didn’t always need those physical markers. Rian turned his back on Edward, jamming his hands in his pockets as he watched the soldiers all around him, watching for any threat to his colonel that might lurk out there.
Edward might be able to take care of himself - but now it was Rian’s job to protect him.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 852
Summary:
Rian Martin sat (well, crouched) at the base of the stairs that led to the main building. It was a grey, rainy day - the sun hadn’t bothered to poke its head from behind the heavy dark clouds in days, and everyone’s mood was worse for it. It was cold, too - not unseasonably, but enough that Edward had been griping this morning, rubbing his right shoulder awkwardly and moving stiffly.
His automail always bothered him at the change in weather. It didn’t matter how extreme the temperature change was, when it got colder he got crankier. Rian had resorted to calling Winry earlier in the day for ideas. Outside of hot compresses and rest, there really wasn’t much he could do to help.
The rain kept shifting from freezing cold droplets to a fair bit of snow, small hard flakes that didn’t so much spin as they did bounce off of him and the ground. Things were warm enough that the snow wouldn’t stick, but the constant changes in precipitation were starting to give HIM a headache, he couldn’t even imagine how cranky Edward would be when he emerged from his meeting.
A little bored, Rian placed his bare hand palm-down on the concrete. The scars were faint, on his palms - he did not have the transmutation circle inked in, he never intended it to be permanent, after all - but he felt the tingle of static as the current moved through him, and a blast of air rose around his hand, blowing snow and rain away from him.
The transmutation circles were at first no good. They had been smeared before they were seared into his palms, and using them ran the risk of a really bad rebound reaction. However one late night when they had both had too much to drink Edward studied them under the bright cold light of his kitchen and, with a few small adjustments with a knife, completed the circles. Rian had been sauced enough to agree to it, and it had come in handy since - but the thought of a tipsy Edward with a steak knife near his palms was enough to make him shudder while sober.
Now he could transmute, though - the two circles were independent of each other, one to cause his favorite wind vortex, the other one far more dangerous. However, if he combined the circles together the core element formed a vary basic transmutation array that allowed him to transmute most things, including his specialty of air alchemy. It was a clever bit of alteration on Edward’s part, and Rian was more amused that with a simple clapping motion he could transmute almost anything.
(Just like me, Edward had said proudly, as Rian pressed both palms into the old towel while he waited for the bleeding to stop.)
Rian looked up as several soldiers started spilling out from the doors, pulling on hats or covering their heads with hard black folders. Rian watched them move silently, from his position at the foot of the stairs, in the shadow of the guardian lion. He was eternally wary around soldiers, even with General Howard dead (or presumed so, Rian would never quite believe his hated enemy was gone forever without a body as proof), so he watched carefully and silently.
Edward was one of the last out, stopping at the top of the stairs while he argued with some of the other soldiers he exited with. They stood under the awning to argue, safe from the somewhat steady drizzle of precipitation.
It was fascinating to watch Edward in his element, arguing with two people at once, his voice and stance conveying the very strong indicator that he knew he was superior to the people he was arguing with but never stating the words outright. Edward turned his head sharply, which caused his ponytail to swish as he jabbed a finger at a third man, his words lost in the wind but his tone of voice carrying plenty cleanly.
Edward was very good at his job. Rian stood finally, slowly, his knees complaining at having been locked in a crouch in this weather for so long. Rian had visions of an early supper, some hot water compresses for Edward’s achey joints, and perhaps a blowjob. His sudden rise caught Edward’s eye and he paused, head half-turned as he looked down the stairs to see Rian waiting there for him.
Edward smiled.
Rian grinned back, nodding his head. They couldn’t kiss, it was a danger to even touch on base, but their relationship didn’t always need those physical markers. Rian turned his back on Edward, jamming his hands in his pockets as he watched the soldiers all around him, watching for any threat to his colonel that might lurk out there.
Edward might be able to take care of himself - but now it was Rian’s job to protect him.
