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scriveynerTitle: swallowed pride
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: The quiet patter of rain on the window woke Roy from a listless sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, the room now lit by the murky light of dawn through a spring shower.
The quiet patter of rain on the window woke Roy from a listless sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, the room now lit by the murky light of dawn through a spring shower.
The couch always left him with a crick in his back, but it was better than sleeping in the bed. The bed reminded him of things he couldn’t have - absolution, a decent night’s sleep, blond hair spilled out over a tan back - and it was better to spend a short, restless night on a hard couch than to stare at the ceiling and count the ticking seconds until dawn.
He was getting worse. Even Havoc had noticed - Riza usually would not say anything unless she found it necessary, there was no point in hiding it from her - but to have slipped so far as to let the other members of his command easily notice?
He paused in the foyer - and squinted at the second set of boots. Usually it was only his, the military boots cast off and then set upright in some modicum of dignity - but this was a pair of scuffed, red-soled combat boots.
Roy drug his hand through his hair and stared at the shoes in confusion. Then he turned and moved quickly down the hall, to where the door to his bedroom stood open to greet him.
He was sleeping on Roy’s side of the bed, curled around a pillow, blond hair worked loose from a tight plait, the dim light glinting off of his automail.
Roy sank into a seated position in the doorway, held upright only by the door frame itself. He couldn’t reconcile this sight with reality, no matter where the blood supply in his body was headed, this wasn’t real. It could not be.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: The quiet patter of rain on the window woke Roy from a listless sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, the room now lit by the murky light of dawn through a spring shower.
The quiet patter of rain on the window woke Roy from a listless sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, the room now lit by the murky light of dawn through a spring shower.
The couch always left him with a crick in his back, but it was better than sleeping in the bed. The bed reminded him of things he couldn’t have - absolution, a decent night’s sleep, blond hair spilled out over a tan back - and it was better to spend a short, restless night on a hard couch than to stare at the ceiling and count the ticking seconds until dawn.
He was getting worse. Even Havoc had noticed - Riza usually would not say anything unless she found it necessary, there was no point in hiding it from her - but to have slipped so far as to let the other members of his command easily notice?
He paused in the foyer - and squinted at the second set of boots. Usually it was only his, the military boots cast off and then set upright in some modicum of dignity - but this was a pair of scuffed, red-soled combat boots.
Roy drug his hand through his hair and stared at the shoes in confusion. Then he turned and moved quickly down the hall, to where the door to his bedroom stood open to greet him.
He was sleeping on Roy’s side of the bed, curled around a pillow, blond hair worked loose from a tight plait, the dim light glinting off of his automail.
Roy sank into a seated position in the doorway, held upright only by the door frame itself. He couldn’t reconcile this sight with reality, no matter where the blood supply in his body was headed, this wasn’t real. It could not be.
