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scriveynerTitle: passing over
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 349
Summary:
Rian had spread out all over the couch, he had staked it as his domain. Edward glowered at him but he didn’t have the heart to make Rian move, so he settled on the floor; his back to the couch.
The weekend was almost here, but it didn’t feel like there was any time to rest. Summer meant it was time for the re-certification exams for all the active-duty State Alchemists, and ever since Edward opened his idiot mouth at the wrong time four years ago, he had been on the committee.
At least, where enlisted alchemists were concerned, they could take the written, or a practical. Or, as most did, thankfully - they submitted their research. (That was the part Edward loved the most, he liked snooping around other alchemist’s research … or at least he thought he did, until he got to page seventy-nine of a treatise documenting the usage of alchemy on agriculture and the chimeric qualities of several hardy genus of wild wheat.)
Rian held the book open above his head and sighed deeply. “I don’t want to take the written,” he announced into the silence. “You wrote the test, it’s going to be fucking impossible."
Edward was making notes. "You passed it the first time, I wrote that one."
"Yeah, that was fucking impossible too.” Rian laid the book across his chest. “And I don’t have any research. What the hell am I going to do?"
"Do a demonstration,” Edward said. “Air alchemy is cool, people don’t get to see it often."
Rian beamed a little at the compliment. "You really think air alchemy is cool, you’re not just saying that?"
"It’s rare,” Edward said. “Plus, a demonstration is better than, say, a sparring match because you’re not proving how you can be a weapon.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 349
Summary:
Rian had spread out all over the couch, he had staked it as his domain. Edward glowered at him but he didn’t have the heart to make Rian move, so he settled on the floor; his back to the couch.
The weekend was almost here, but it didn’t feel like there was any time to rest. Summer meant it was time for the re-certification exams for all the active-duty State Alchemists, and ever since Edward opened his idiot mouth at the wrong time four years ago, he had been on the committee.
At least, where enlisted alchemists were concerned, they could take the written, or a practical. Or, as most did, thankfully - they submitted their research. (That was the part Edward loved the most, he liked snooping around other alchemist’s research … or at least he thought he did, until he got to page seventy-nine of a treatise documenting the usage of alchemy on agriculture and the chimeric qualities of several hardy genus of wild wheat.)
Rian held the book open above his head and sighed deeply. “I don’t want to take the written,” he announced into the silence. “You wrote the test, it’s going to be fucking impossible."
Edward was making notes. "You passed it the first time, I wrote that one."
"Yeah, that was fucking impossible too.” Rian laid the book across his chest. “And I don’t have any research. What the hell am I going to do?"
"Do a demonstration,” Edward said. “Air alchemy is cool, people don’t get to see it often."
Rian beamed a little at the compliment. "You really think air alchemy is cool, you’re not just saying that?"
"It’s rare,” Edward said. “Plus, a demonstration is better than, say, a sparring match because you’re not proving how you can be a weapon.”
