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scriveynerTitle: rumble
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 327
Summary:
One thing Roy adored about their little cabin in the middle of nowhere was the peace. They were so far removed from the world that there was no outside interference in his life - he could sit here, at Edward’s desk, his chin in one hand and just listen to the breeze through the leaves.
He had never really known such tranquility.
Birdsong, in the distance - the tweeting of some small feathered thing as it vocally marked its territory. Roy sighed and lifted his head, looking down at the blank page before him. Edward did not seem the slightest bit interested in keeping track, or of remembering - and perhaps there were things better consigned to darkness after all. Roy couldn’t help but think that it should be chronicled, that some day in the murky future that knowledge could come in handy. How the demon was defeated, and how he himself was redeemed.
It was too pleasant a day to dwell on such dark matters. Roy closed the leather-bound journal, and was in the process of straightening out the pages of letter Edward was writing to his brother when something large impacted the roof of the cabin hard enough to shake the pots hanging over the hearth.
Roy jumped and turned quickly - just in time to see a familiar body fall past the window in a flurry of feathers. He rushed to the window, the curtains blown outward by the wind, and Edward was already rolling himself to a sitting position, waving one arm awkwardly in Roy’s direction.
“It’s okay, I’m alright,” he was saying already. “I’m horrible with landings, you know that, no harm done-"
"You hit the ROOF,” Roy said in disbelief.
“I noticed.” Edward flexed his wings experimentally. “You got lunch on yet? I’m starving.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 327
Summary:
One thing Roy adored about their little cabin in the middle of nowhere was the peace. They were so far removed from the world that there was no outside interference in his life - he could sit here, at Edward’s desk, his chin in one hand and just listen to the breeze through the leaves.
He had never really known such tranquility.
Birdsong, in the distance - the tweeting of some small feathered thing as it vocally marked its territory. Roy sighed and lifted his head, looking down at the blank page before him. Edward did not seem the slightest bit interested in keeping track, or of remembering - and perhaps there were things better consigned to darkness after all. Roy couldn’t help but think that it should be chronicled, that some day in the murky future that knowledge could come in handy. How the demon was defeated, and how he himself was redeemed.
It was too pleasant a day to dwell on such dark matters. Roy closed the leather-bound journal, and was in the process of straightening out the pages of letter Edward was writing to his brother when something large impacted the roof of the cabin hard enough to shake the pots hanging over the hearth.
Roy jumped and turned quickly - just in time to see a familiar body fall past the window in a flurry of feathers. He rushed to the window, the curtains blown outward by the wind, and Edward was already rolling himself to a sitting position, waving one arm awkwardly in Roy’s direction.
“It’s okay, I’m alright,” he was saying already. “I’m horrible with landings, you know that, no harm done-"
"You hit the ROOF,” Roy said in disbelief.
“I noticed.” Edward flexed his wings experimentally. “You got lunch on yet? I’m starving.”
