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scriveynerTitle: the winds of change
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: M
Length: 653
Summary: It had been far too long since he had gotten to do this, running through the trees in the snow, the cold winter air burning in his lungs and the scent of fresh prey on the horizon.
Edward loped along, setting an easy pace that he knew the other wolf could follow easily. It had been far too long since he had gotten to do this, running through the trees in the snow, the cold winter air burning in his lungs and the scent of fresh prey on the horizon. He slowed his pace slightly, head cocked slightly back to see the other golden wolf break off at his glance, heading around to cut off their prey.
It was odd, but he couldn’t quite relax around his brother. It had been years since he had seen Alphonse but it felt like only a few days had passed - his brother was taller than he was now, broad of shoulder and with deep golden eyes that were shuttered off from him, so that he could not read the emotions lurking within. It was unsettling and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it - but out here in the fresh cold sunshine it seemed as though those worries were a thousand miles away.
He raised his head to the air and took a deep breath. They could communicate without words, with just a glance - and he hunkered down against the snow, trying in vain to mask his brilliant golden fur against the blinding white of sun-drenched snow. It was just like they were cubs again, hunting for their only food.
Truthfully, Alphonse was the last person that Edward expected to turn up on his usual circuit. He ran into Russell more often than not - Russell who had shoved him up against the wall in a dirty old bar and kissed him like he used to, full of desperation, but Edward had to shove him away and flee. Russell didn’t quite get that Edward had moved on, he didn’t accept that Roy had replaced him, especially since Roy was a vampire, not a proper breed like a shifter.
But this last time that Edward had ducked into the bar it wasn’t Russell who swept him up into a great bear hug, and proclaimed “BROTHER!” into his ear so loudly that Edward yelped in surprise. Alphonse had gotten free of the pack - or maybe they let him go, a great big adult werewolf with sandy blond hair and wide puppy-dog eyes. Edward couldn’t shake the feeling that Alphonse had been looking for him, but that wasn’t quite fair. Of course Alphonse had been looking for him, they were brothers, weren’t they?
In the clearing below, several white-tail deer grazed, nibbling at the few sprouts of dried grass that pushed through the carpet of white. Edward hunkered down and resisted licking his chops. Fresh venison - it had been so, so long. Roy would make fun of him, after he gave Edward a long disgusted look for coming home covered in blood and gore - but there was little else as excellent as the fresh bloody meat still steaming from the bone.
Edward watched the two pointed gold ears and tail as Alphonse made his way around the clearing. He had his brother back, and they were working as a team. He had a comfortable relationship with Roy; they had their pet gofer to get things done - and even as tiring as it was fending off Russell’s slightly desperate advances he had Russell as well. That wasn’t even counting Winry’s support network. He had gone from a solo project to an entire network of people in the course of just a few years, and it was unsettling and quite awesome at the same time.
But still, Edward reasoned as he caught Alphonse’s eye from across the clearing. It felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: M
Length: 653
Summary: It had been far too long since he had gotten to do this, running through the trees in the snow, the cold winter air burning in his lungs and the scent of fresh prey on the horizon.
Edward loped along, setting an easy pace that he knew the other wolf could follow easily. It had been far too long since he had gotten to do this, running through the trees in the snow, the cold winter air burning in his lungs and the scent of fresh prey on the horizon. He slowed his pace slightly, head cocked slightly back to see the other golden wolf break off at his glance, heading around to cut off their prey.
It was odd, but he couldn’t quite relax around his brother. It had been years since he had seen Alphonse but it felt like only a few days had passed - his brother was taller than he was now, broad of shoulder and with deep golden eyes that were shuttered off from him, so that he could not read the emotions lurking within. It was unsettling and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it - but out here in the fresh cold sunshine it seemed as though those worries were a thousand miles away.
He raised his head to the air and took a deep breath. They could communicate without words, with just a glance - and he hunkered down against the snow, trying in vain to mask his brilliant golden fur against the blinding white of sun-drenched snow. It was just like they were cubs again, hunting for their only food.
Truthfully, Alphonse was the last person that Edward expected to turn up on his usual circuit. He ran into Russell more often than not - Russell who had shoved him up against the wall in a dirty old bar and kissed him like he used to, full of desperation, but Edward had to shove him away and flee. Russell didn’t quite get that Edward had moved on, he didn’t accept that Roy had replaced him, especially since Roy was a vampire, not a proper breed like a shifter.
But this last time that Edward had ducked into the bar it wasn’t Russell who swept him up into a great bear hug, and proclaimed “BROTHER!” into his ear so loudly that Edward yelped in surprise. Alphonse had gotten free of the pack - or maybe they let him go, a great big adult werewolf with sandy blond hair and wide puppy-dog eyes. Edward couldn’t shake the feeling that Alphonse had been looking for him, but that wasn’t quite fair. Of course Alphonse had been looking for him, they were brothers, weren’t they?
In the clearing below, several white-tail deer grazed, nibbling at the few sprouts of dried grass that pushed through the carpet of white. Edward hunkered down and resisted licking his chops. Fresh venison - it had been so, so long. Roy would make fun of him, after he gave Edward a long disgusted look for coming home covered in blood and gore - but there was little else as excellent as the fresh bloody meat still steaming from the bone.
Edward watched the two pointed gold ears and tail as Alphonse made his way around the clearing. He had his brother back, and they were working as a team. He had a comfortable relationship with Roy; they had their pet gofer to get things done - and even as tiring as it was fending off Russell’s slightly desperate advances he had Russell as well. That wasn’t even counting Winry’s support network. He had gone from a solo project to an entire network of people in the course of just a few years, and it was unsettling and quite awesome at the same time.
But still, Edward reasoned as he caught Alphonse’s eye from across the clearing. It felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
