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scriveynerTitle: sensation of loss
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Tiel
Rating: T
Length: 874
Summary:
Edward lifted his head at the light snowfall that was dusting the copse. The seasons did not line up, they never lined up between the two realms, but all the same he had not expected snow. He wrapped his arms around himself and wished a moment for a heavier tunic - and was surprised when the scarf was draped over his shoulders by familiar hands. He glanced back at Tiel and smiled, before wrapping the scarf more securely around his neck.
It felt weird, to be back - almost wrong. The sensation of two strong feet, whole legs and arms and his body unmarred by the extensive trauma of automail - it had been a long time, two seasons’ worth of healing, even by accelerated, angelic standards - and Winry was going to have his head on a pike, if she did not killing him for outright disappearing first. Edward tucked his hands under his cloak and, after a moments’ hesitation, pulled the hood up and over his hair.
Tiel followed suit a moment later, tugging her own hood up. Edward had wanted to come back alone, this was his home after all, but Bri would have none of it. Someone had outright attacked one of the archangels with the intent to kill, in his declared place of sanctuary. It was no small thing, a declaration of war against the angelic ranks. He did not feel he needed a bodyguard, and as much as he did not want to admit it, Gabrielle’s counsel was wise. He brought one of the few warriors in the Seventh Lineage who he felt would be the best asset - and better yet, far more loyal to her lineage than any of the others. Tiel would not report back to Raphael on him.
It had not yet been winter when he had left. As they trudged through the snowy landscape, Edward wondered how much time had actually passed. Time had a way of flowing funny between the Aetheric Realm and the world of his birth; there was no true way to judge exactly how much time he’d been gone until he saw Roy.
Roy.
Edward felt a nervous trill in his stomach at the thought. Roy, left all alone down here while Edward recovered in the halls of the healers in the center of the realm. He had missed him sorely, but it was all but impossible to get a message to him without delivering it personally. The thought of seeing Roy again for the first time in months spurred him on to cross the forest trails quicker and quicker. They stepped lightly, as angels would, but Edward would forget himself and sink into the snow in his hurry. He would be home soon - for all their posturing and grandstanding, Edward could never call the halls of the angels his home. It was here, amid the trees and the mountains, a small earthy cabin that he shared with the one person he loved almost more than his own family.
“I’m starving,” Tiel’s voice, husky and female, cut through the cold air. “There’ll be food, right?”
“You don’t need to eat,” Edward said automatically, parroting the words unintentionally. He glanced back at Tiel. “Although we may get lucky, and Roy will have some stew going. Never could trust him to cook, thou’.”
Tiel snorted a laugh. She had been one of the few unafraid of the fact that Edward’s lover was the former demon Samael. “I hope he cooks for ten, because I am famished!”
The trees were beginning to thin, and Edward picked up speed excitedly. Tiel let him run ahead, not wanting to delay the reunion that Edward had done nothing but talk on for weeks. However, when the guard-angel caught up to Edward, standing at the very edge of the treeline, the expression on his face was not hard to read.
The cabin’s single great window was dark, the bottom part of the frame broken in. Half of the roof had collapsed inward under the weight of all the snow, bowing in silently and surrendering to the harsh winter weather. Edward looked wildly around the clearing, in the vain hope that he would spot something, anything that would give him an idea of what had happened. All that was in the snow were animal tracks though; deer and rabbit tracks breaking softly through the sheet of white that carpeted the clearing.
Tiel was unsure of how to handle this, raising one hand as if she was going to put it on Edward’s shoulder and then hesitating, before returning her hand to her side. “Maybe he left something behind,” she suggested softly, but Edward was already moving toward the house, slogging through the nearly waist-height snow.
“Roy!” Edward called helplessly, his voice near to breaking as he vanished through the door of the cabin that they had built their lives in together. “Roy!”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Tiel
Rating: T
Length: 874
Summary:
Edward lifted his head at the light snowfall that was dusting the copse. The seasons did not line up, they never lined up between the two realms, but all the same he had not expected snow. He wrapped his arms around himself and wished a moment for a heavier tunic - and was surprised when the scarf was draped over his shoulders by familiar hands. He glanced back at Tiel and smiled, before wrapping the scarf more securely around his neck.
It felt weird, to be back - almost wrong. The sensation of two strong feet, whole legs and arms and his body unmarred by the extensive trauma of automail - it had been a long time, two seasons’ worth of healing, even by accelerated, angelic standards - and Winry was going to have his head on a pike, if she did not killing him for outright disappearing first. Edward tucked his hands under his cloak and, after a moments’ hesitation, pulled the hood up and over his hair.
Tiel followed suit a moment later, tugging her own hood up. Edward had wanted to come back alone, this was his home after all, but Bri would have none of it. Someone had outright attacked one of the archangels with the intent to kill, in his declared place of sanctuary. It was no small thing, a declaration of war against the angelic ranks. He did not feel he needed a bodyguard, and as much as he did not want to admit it, Gabrielle’s counsel was wise. He brought one of the few warriors in the Seventh Lineage who he felt would be the best asset - and better yet, far more loyal to her lineage than any of the others. Tiel would not report back to Raphael on him.
It had not yet been winter when he had left. As they trudged through the snowy landscape, Edward wondered how much time had actually passed. Time had a way of flowing funny between the Aetheric Realm and the world of his birth; there was no true way to judge exactly how much time he’d been gone until he saw Roy.
Roy.
Edward felt a nervous trill in his stomach at the thought. Roy, left all alone down here while Edward recovered in the halls of the healers in the center of the realm. He had missed him sorely, but it was all but impossible to get a message to him without delivering it personally. The thought of seeing Roy again for the first time in months spurred him on to cross the forest trails quicker and quicker. They stepped lightly, as angels would, but Edward would forget himself and sink into the snow in his hurry. He would be home soon - for all their posturing and grandstanding, Edward could never call the halls of the angels his home. It was here, amid the trees and the mountains, a small earthy cabin that he shared with the one person he loved almost more than his own family.
“I’m starving,” Tiel’s voice, husky and female, cut through the cold air. “There’ll be food, right?”
“You don’t need to eat,” Edward said automatically, parroting the words unintentionally. He glanced back at Tiel. “Although we may get lucky, and Roy will have some stew going. Never could trust him to cook, thou’.”
Tiel snorted a laugh. She had been one of the few unafraid of the fact that Edward’s lover was the former demon Samael. “I hope he cooks for ten, because I am famished!”
The trees were beginning to thin, and Edward picked up speed excitedly. Tiel let him run ahead, not wanting to delay the reunion that Edward had done nothing but talk on for weeks. However, when the guard-angel caught up to Edward, standing at the very edge of the treeline, the expression on his face was not hard to read.
The cabin’s single great window was dark, the bottom part of the frame broken in. Half of the roof had collapsed inward under the weight of all the snow, bowing in silently and surrendering to the harsh winter weather. Edward looked wildly around the clearing, in the vain hope that he would spot something, anything that would give him an idea of what had happened. All that was in the snow were animal tracks though; deer and rabbit tracks breaking softly through the sheet of white that carpeted the clearing.
Tiel was unsure of how to handle this, raising one hand as if she was going to put it on Edward’s shoulder and then hesitating, before returning her hand to her side. “Maybe he left something behind,” she suggested softly, but Edward was already moving toward the house, slogging through the nearly waist-height snow.
“Roy!” Edward called helplessly, his voice near to breaking as he vanished through the door of the cabin that they had built their lives in together. “Roy!”
