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scriveynerTitle: wooden stairs
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: They spent a lot more time together now, Ed realized, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the faint strains of music coming from the car’s radio.
They spent a lot more time together now, Ed realized, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the faint strains of music coming from the car’s radio. There was a span of time where, hell, they just didn’t trust each other like they used to, and as a result Ed spent more time sleeping on Mustang’s couch (and in his bed) than on the road, doing the things that he did best.
But things seemed different, now - better, almost. It was a relief and at the same time Ed could not just relax, if he relaxed that was when things got shot to shit in a heartbeat. So he kept alert, even now, waiting on his brother to emerge from the diner with their dinner.
Even if things were bad on other fronts (hey, at least Winry was talking to him now! And not leading with her fist! That counted as progress, right?) he and Al were back to being a team, and really in the grand scheme of things, that was all that mattered, right?
Right?
Ed sighed, and watched the exit to the diner, ignoring his stomach’s pathetic rumble and hoping for once in his goddamned life Al would remember the pie. He was in the midst of making a silent bet with himself that Al would trip going down the rickety old stairs that led to the door just like he had tripped going up when the door banged open and several people streamed out, chattering merrily.
Ed watched them mill about the parking lot, and for a brief moment envied them their ignorant lives. No angels, no demons, no existential crises - just mundane, regular lives.
He smirked and returned his attention to the door. He wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: They spent a lot more time together now, Ed realized, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the faint strains of music coming from the car’s radio.
They spent a lot more time together now, Ed realized, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the faint strains of music coming from the car’s radio. There was a span of time where, hell, they just didn’t trust each other like they used to, and as a result Ed spent more time sleeping on Mustang’s couch (and in his bed) than on the road, doing the things that he did best.
But things seemed different, now - better, almost. It was a relief and at the same time Ed could not just relax, if he relaxed that was when things got shot to shit in a heartbeat. So he kept alert, even now, waiting on his brother to emerge from the diner with their dinner.
Even if things were bad on other fronts (hey, at least Winry was talking to him now! And not leading with her fist! That counted as progress, right?) he and Al were back to being a team, and really in the grand scheme of things, that was all that mattered, right?
Right?
Ed sighed, and watched the exit to the diner, ignoring his stomach’s pathetic rumble and hoping for once in his goddamned life Al would remember the pie. He was in the midst of making a silent bet with himself that Al would trip going down the rickety old stairs that led to the door just like he had tripped going up when the door banged open and several people streamed out, chattering merrily.
Ed watched them mill about the parking lot, and for a brief moment envied them their ignorant lives. No angels, no demons, no existential crises - just mundane, regular lives.
He smirked and returned his attention to the door. He wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
