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[April 17] [Fullmetal Alchemist] It's a Common Reaction
Title: It's a Common Reaction
Day/Theme: April 17, 2011 "curious fears"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Riza, Roy, Winry, Ed
Rating: PG-13
Something moving in the shadows. Something that does not emerge from that darkness. In her dreams, it becomes an ebony quicksand to swallow her up. She thinks she feels something cool and slick moving across her cheek. She opens her eyes, but nothing is there. Nothing is touching her. She breathes deep, relieved. Roy glances over, but she slides her mask back in place. What might be wrong? Nothing at all.
Something she can't fix. He's broken. Skin and metal, blood and bolts, battered- how do they describe it?- "beyond recognition." Her scalpel, her needle, her wrench, her welding gear, none of it worth anything. And he can't see her crying, he can't tell her how much he hates to see her crying. He's been in dangerous so many times. She never wanted to see it come down to this. She'd thought he'd be safe! He had promised her!
"Winry!" Ed shook her awake, "What were you dreaming about? You were writhing around so much I thought you were going to knock me out of the bed."
Something he did. Something he didn't do. The horror of destruction: bodies burnt to ashes, little scraps of bones remaining, the scent of seared flesh carried on the air. The horror of creation: a shapeless mound of materials on a wooden floor, the infinite what-ifs, knowing there's a price, but feeling sure, oh so sure, of his ability to succeed despite it. The weight of the world and its unknowable possibilities- one of which, that everything he'd picked was wrong.
Riza gave him that look. Just like a dozen others, he knew that look. One thing, at least, he hadn't chosen wrong.
"Ed, what are you most afraid of?"
Day/Theme: April 17, 2011 "curious fears"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Riza, Roy, Winry, Ed
Rating: PG-13
Something moving in the shadows. Something that does not emerge from that darkness. In her dreams, it becomes an ebony quicksand to swallow her up. She thinks she feels something cool and slick moving across her cheek. She opens her eyes, but nothing is there. Nothing is touching her. She breathes deep, relieved. Roy glances over, but she slides her mask back in place. What might be wrong? Nothing at all.
Something she can't fix. He's broken. Skin and metal, blood and bolts, battered- how do they describe it?- "beyond recognition." Her scalpel, her needle, her wrench, her welding gear, none of it worth anything. And he can't see her crying, he can't tell her how much he hates to see her crying. He's been in dangerous so many times. She never wanted to see it come down to this. She'd thought he'd be safe! He had promised her!
"Winry!" Ed shook her awake, "What were you dreaming about? You were writhing around so much I thought you were going to knock me out of the bed."
Something he did. Something he didn't do. The horror of destruction: bodies burnt to ashes, little scraps of bones remaining, the scent of seared flesh carried on the air. The horror of creation: a shapeless mound of materials on a wooden floor, the infinite what-ifs, knowing there's a price, but feeling sure, oh so sure, of his ability to succeed despite it. The weight of the world and its unknowable possibilities- one of which, that everything he'd picked was wrong.
Riza gave him that look. Just like a dozen others, he knew that look. One thing, at least, he hadn't chosen wrong.
"Ed, what are you most afraid of?"