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scriveynerTitle: the power of goodbye
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 411
Summary: Dinner was a late affair, as it often was.
Dinner was a late affair, as it often was. Edward was late often, through no true fault of his own - meetings ran long, emergencies cropped up, there was always more work that needed to be done. Rian was used to this - as he was used to the funk that Edward would be in by the time he trudged through the door. The winter was always the worst time for it, Edward’s mood came in two colors; sullen and melancholy.
For someone who was so full of life in the office, bright and vibrant and always ready with a comeback the quiet malaise that Edward seemed to exist in at home always bothered Rian. He had never really noticed the shift before, but ‘before’ there had always been this separation between them, a divide where Rian left and lived in the military dorms when he wasn’t humoring Edward or picking up around the apartment. That part of their life was long over, and now Rian’s (admittedly few) possessions had been moved in and he had become this fixture in Edward’s life.
They never discussed it. It wasn’t like Edward ignored him - he would favor Rian with a smile, ask how his day was, they would shoot the shit about office crap and whatever Rian was currently working on. Edward would tease and Rian would get infuriated and scrub a plate so hard he would end up breaking it in the sink. But left to his own devices, Edward would take a tumbler of whiskey into the den and sit in that old, overstuffed armchair beside the fireplace and stare quietly into its dark depths.
The solution, of course, was to keep Edward busy. Rian would force him to help with dinner, although the most that Edward was often allowed to do was to stir the sauce, or check the noodles. Rian had learned very quickly that if they were going to eat MEALS, he had better not let Edward cook them.
(Rian had this nagging suspicion that before he moved in, Edward mostly ate dry toast and coffee, with the occasional chunk of unsliced lunch meat. Those were usually the only things to be found in the icebox, at the very minimum.)
They existed peacefully, though. Edward’s melancholy spells - while disquieting - never seemed to truly impact their relationship.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 411
Summary: Dinner was a late affair, as it often was.
Dinner was a late affair, as it often was. Edward was late often, through no true fault of his own - meetings ran long, emergencies cropped up, there was always more work that needed to be done. Rian was used to this - as he was used to the funk that Edward would be in by the time he trudged through the door. The winter was always the worst time for it, Edward’s mood came in two colors; sullen and melancholy.
For someone who was so full of life in the office, bright and vibrant and always ready with a comeback the quiet malaise that Edward seemed to exist in at home always bothered Rian. He had never really noticed the shift before, but ‘before’ there had always been this separation between them, a divide where Rian left and lived in the military dorms when he wasn’t humoring Edward or picking up around the apartment. That part of their life was long over, and now Rian’s (admittedly few) possessions had been moved in and he had become this fixture in Edward’s life.
They never discussed it. It wasn’t like Edward ignored him - he would favor Rian with a smile, ask how his day was, they would shoot the shit about office crap and whatever Rian was currently working on. Edward would tease and Rian would get infuriated and scrub a plate so hard he would end up breaking it in the sink. But left to his own devices, Edward would take a tumbler of whiskey into the den and sit in that old, overstuffed armchair beside the fireplace and stare quietly into its dark depths.
The solution, of course, was to keep Edward busy. Rian would force him to help with dinner, although the most that Edward was often allowed to do was to stir the sauce, or check the noodles. Rian had learned very quickly that if they were going to eat MEALS, he had better not let Edward cook them.
(Rian had this nagging suspicion that before he moved in, Edward mostly ate dry toast and coffee, with the occasional chunk of unsliced lunch meat. Those were usually the only things to be found in the icebox, at the very minimum.)
They existed peacefully, though. Edward’s melancholy spells - while disquieting - never seemed to truly impact their relationship.
