FMA| In the light of day
Title: In the light of day
Author: ca_te
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for my lovely tierfal
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters!
Ed’s hair is exactly as he has imagined it, fine and strong and glistening like golden threads in the light filtering through the misted glass.
Roy runs his fingers through that sea of gold slowly, careful not to wake Ed up. He looks like some otherworldly creature both when he sleeps and when he is awake; energy constantly whispering underneath smooth skin and tones muscles. So achingly beautiful that sometimes he doesn’t seem real; so unreachable that Roy’s chest shakes with the pain of it.
Because Ed might be here with him, warm skin against his own, hair scattered on his pillows, Ed might let Roy hold him and press him into the mattress and bite back promises against the curve of his lips, but Roy can’t dispel the feeling that Ed simply is too much for him to truly have him.
That, though, doesn’t change the fact that Ed has Roy, completely and irreversibly; Roy’s soul tied to the inside of his automail wrist, to the curve of his lips when he smiles, to the fire that burns at the bottom of those golden eyes of his.
Roy knows it is a risk, knows it is certainly going to be the death of him one day, but he knows he woulnd’t change that even if he could.
So he keeps caressing Ed’s hair, his own flame flickering along his veins trying to follow the rhythm of Ed’s regular breath.
Author: ca_te
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for my lovely tierfal
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters!
Ed’s hair is exactly as he has imagined it, fine and strong and glistening like golden threads in the light filtering through the misted glass.
Roy runs his fingers through that sea of gold slowly, careful not to wake Ed up. He looks like some otherworldly creature both when he sleeps and when he is awake; energy constantly whispering underneath smooth skin and tones muscles. So achingly beautiful that sometimes he doesn’t seem real; so unreachable that Roy’s chest shakes with the pain of it.
Because Ed might be here with him, warm skin against his own, hair scattered on his pillows, Ed might let Roy hold him and press him into the mattress and bite back promises against the curve of his lips, but Roy can’t dispel the feeling that Ed simply is too much for him to truly have him.
That, though, doesn’t change the fact that Ed has Roy, completely and irreversibly; Roy’s soul tied to the inside of his automail wrist, to the curve of his lips when he smiles, to the fire that burns at the bottom of those golden eyes of his.
Roy knows it is a risk, knows it is certainly going to be the death of him one day, but he knows he woulnd’t change that even if he could.
So he keeps caressing Ed’s hair, his own flame flickering along his veins trying to follow the rhythm of Ed’s regular breath.