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scriveyner) wrote2013-05-29 04:32 pm
scriveyner) wrote2013-05-29 04:32 pm
Fullmetal Alchemist - Rolling Thunder [RoyEd]
Title: rolling thunder
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 322
Summary:
Thunderstorms never used to bother him, but that was before the war. Now, if he was woken by a terrific thunderclap, it was all Roy could do not to get the shakes. He would curl around a pillow, pull the covers tight over his head and attempt to ride out the storm’s fury - frightened like a small child. Thunder during the day was easy to brush off and ignore, but that giant crack like the sky was ripping in two, locked deep in the darkness of night, and he was petrified.
At least, when he slept alone.
The distance rumble of oncoming thunder woke him, his senses on high alert, Edward pulled close in his arms. Roy gripped Edward tighter, focused on him and tried to ignore the rain pounding against the windows. Edward had curled his fists - one flesh, the other heavy, cool metal - against Roy’s chest, his eyes scrunched tight, and Roy realized that Edward was shaking in his arms, trembling like a lost puppy.
Roy kissed the top of Edward’s ruffled hair, burying his nose in it. Edward didn’t appear to be awake, he made no protest of being held close like this. He was a strange one, disliking being held but seeking it out as he slept. It was a comfort that Roy thought maybe he wasn’t allowing himself to have. Roy brushed his hand through Edward’s hair and tensed as the lightning lit the world outside the drawn curtains.
The thunder rumbled closer, and Edward opened his eyes. “Hate storms,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. Roy wrapped his arms tighter around Edward, face buried in Edward’s hair at the crown of his head. Edward had stopped shaking, and Roy realized he hadn’t started to shake either.
They were stronger, together.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 322
Summary:
Thunderstorms never used to bother him, but that was before the war. Now, if he was woken by a terrific thunderclap, it was all Roy could do not to get the shakes. He would curl around a pillow, pull the covers tight over his head and attempt to ride out the storm’s fury - frightened like a small child. Thunder during the day was easy to brush off and ignore, but that giant crack like the sky was ripping in two, locked deep in the darkness of night, and he was petrified.
At least, when he slept alone.
The distance rumble of oncoming thunder woke him, his senses on high alert, Edward pulled close in his arms. Roy gripped Edward tighter, focused on him and tried to ignore the rain pounding against the windows. Edward had curled his fists - one flesh, the other heavy, cool metal - against Roy’s chest, his eyes scrunched tight, and Roy realized that Edward was shaking in his arms, trembling like a lost puppy.
Roy kissed the top of Edward’s ruffled hair, burying his nose in it. Edward didn’t appear to be awake, he made no protest of being held close like this. He was a strange one, disliking being held but seeking it out as he slept. It was a comfort that Roy thought maybe he wasn’t allowing himself to have. Roy brushed his hand through Edward’s hair and tensed as the lightning lit the world outside the drawn curtains.
The thunder rumbled closer, and Edward opened his eyes. “Hate storms,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. Roy wrapped his arms tighter around Edward, face buried in Edward’s hair at the crown of his head. Edward had stopped shaking, and Roy realized he hadn’t started to shake either.
They were stronger, together.