What If You Knew?
Title: What If You Knew?
Author: Blysse
Series: Anime/CoS
Word Count: 445
Rating: G/PG?
Characters: Alfons and Edward
Summary: What would you do, Edward, if you knew that my opinions had changed?
Warnings: Nothing
A/N: Written in 1st person, Alfons' POV. Was originally intended to just be some random little drabble until I realized I could work it to fit the 'What If' prompt~ Many thanks to my beta, Spandy.
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You're in one of your moods again...
You've been holed up in our room, huddled over your desk for days now. I can barely drag you out of there, even for food. I know what you're thinking about, what's bothering you... Alphonse.
Standing in the doorway now, leaning against the frame, you don't even notice me. Writing in that little book of yours, the one that you made me promise never to look in. But I broke that promise. I know what you write about, what you are writing about.
I step into our room, but you still don't look up at me. I can see you flinch just a little each time I move closer, you know I'm here. But you're too drawn into that book of yours. Secrets, stories, memories...
“Edward...” I start in a soft voice.
I'm behind you now, my hand on the back of the chair. A second later, it shifts to rest on your shoulder. Your hand stops, still holding the pen; ink blots the page now as your hand presses down harder and that tension slides up your body and into your shoulder as you lean back into my touch, just a little.
“What is it, Alfons?” you ask just as quietly, though your voice carries something else. Not just exhaustion from how little sleep you've gotten lately. No... There's longing in it. But not for me, for the one that shares my name.
What would you do, Edward, if you knew that my opinions had changed? That I believe you now? Because of that very ache in your voice. No one could fake that, could make that up, not even the most convincing actor.
Suddenly, the words bubble up, caught on the edge of my tongue.
I believe you, Edward. I want to help you make it home, to Amestris, your brother, all of those you love and feel you've lost...
What if you knew? Would you stop hiding away in here so much?
“Alfons?” you repeat, giving me a look now. I've been quiet too long, distracted by my thoughts. I give myself a shake and force the words, the feelings down again.
“Come to bed,” I say in a firmer voice, though still as calm as before.
There's that expression again, and you glance down at the book before sighing and giving a slow nod. I smile and squeeze your shoulder as you stand up and step over to the bed.
And I can't help but wonder, what if I told you next time, rather than letting it stay with myself yet again?
Author: Blysse
Series: Anime/CoS
Word Count: 445
Rating: G/PG?
Characters: Alfons and Edward
Summary: What would you do, Edward, if you knew that my opinions had changed?
Warnings: Nothing
A/N: Written in 1st person, Alfons' POV. Was originally intended to just be some random little drabble until I realized I could work it to fit the 'What If' prompt~ Many thanks to my beta, Spandy.
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You're in one of your moods again...
You've been holed up in our room, huddled over your desk for days now. I can barely drag you out of there, even for food. I know what you're thinking about, what's bothering you... Alphonse.
Standing in the doorway now, leaning against the frame, you don't even notice me. Writing in that little book of yours, the one that you made me promise never to look in. But I broke that promise. I know what you write about, what you are writing about.
I step into our room, but you still don't look up at me. I can see you flinch just a little each time I move closer, you know I'm here. But you're too drawn into that book of yours. Secrets, stories, memories...
“Edward...” I start in a soft voice.
I'm behind you now, my hand on the back of the chair. A second later, it shifts to rest on your shoulder. Your hand stops, still holding the pen; ink blots the page now as your hand presses down harder and that tension slides up your body and into your shoulder as you lean back into my touch, just a little.
“What is it, Alfons?” you ask just as quietly, though your voice carries something else. Not just exhaustion from how little sleep you've gotten lately. No... There's longing in it. But not for me, for the one that shares my name.
What would you do, Edward, if you knew that my opinions had changed? That I believe you now? Because of that very ache in your voice. No one could fake that, could make that up, not even the most convincing actor.
Suddenly, the words bubble up, caught on the edge of my tongue.
I believe you, Edward. I want to help you make it home, to Amestris, your brother, all of those you love and feel you've lost...
What if you knew? Would you stop hiding away in here so much?
“Alfons?” you repeat, giving me a look now. I've been quiet too long, distracted by my thoughts. I give myself a shake and force the words, the feelings down again.
“Come to bed,” I say in a firmer voice, though still as calm as before.
There's that expression again, and you glance down at the book before sighing and giving a slow nod. I smile and squeeze your shoulder as you stand up and step over to the bed.
And I can't help but wonder, what if I told you next time, rather than letting it stay with myself yet again?