[edit] the untitled projects. 01
Ignore this, it's still kind of under construction.
And yes, this would be typochronicles!verse.
It's a testament to how messed up this whole thing is that he counts it as a bigger victory when he can make him frown than when he makes him smile.
***
Damn it, he finds himself thinking, would it kill him to pay a little attention to me when we're not - you know - (no, actually, we don't know, because when he puts it like that, it's a lot easier to read a lot more into their relationship than has actually happened yet) - he won't even acknowledge my existance, the jerk...
And he's passing by now, just another stupid coincidence... "Hey, bean sprout."
"Shut up and leave me alone."
(That might explain it.)
***
"Do you ever do anything but read?"
He jumps, startled, and twists his head around to look behind him. "Don't sneak up on me like that! And of course I do."
"Sure doesn't seem like it." Crossed arms and that stupid, stupid smirk (the one he desperately wants to wipe of the bastard's smug face - no, not like that - 'kay, maybe, but- that's not the point...)
***
It's not his fault that he can't sleep. It's not his fault that his stupid brain is overthinking at warp speed, going over. And over. And over. And over... er... recent events. Not his fault that he can't stop freaking thinking.
Right.
What the hell's wrong with me, anyway? he thinks, tossing and turning, trying to find some sort of position more conducive to sleep. I've already got - don't want any of - I don't even like - can't I just be satisfied with what I've got for once -
Click goes the window.
(ShitshitshitshitnothimAGAIN.)
"God damn it, can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?"
"You look pretty awake to me."
Well, yeah, but that's not the point.
"That - what the hell are you even doing?"
"Not watching you not-sleep, if that's what you were wondering." Complimentary roll of the eyes with that last comment, free of charge.
Ed's scowl gets, if possible, even more scowly. "Yeah. Cause that's a real answer."
"If you muuuuuust know-" (dragging out the must for at least three full one-mississippi length seconds) "I was just bored."
"Th... That's the most idiotic reason I've ever heard!"
The boy climbs through the window effortlessly (damn him, how does he do that) and (like he always does) moves closer in that silent way of his. "Not everything needs a reason, Fullmetal. Life isn't like your precious alchemy."
Bastard. He acts like he knows everything, damn it - "Look, what do you want?"
"Told you. I was bored." (And now he's sitting on the edge of the bed; just shut up and go away is what Ed really wants to say but he can't seem to get the words out.)
And after a bit of trying-to-get-the-words-out spluttering: "Oh, and I'm supposed to help with that, am I?"
"Mmn... lemme think... yeah."
Ed would say something else at this point, to the effect of go screw yourself, or ANYONE, I don't care, but just leave me the hell alone.
Except...
***
It's always doorframes and dark hallways and abandoned rooms that they seem to meet in now, places that nobody but the curious and the extremely bored seem to stumble upon, and, inevitably, they always seem to be there at the same time. Lucky coincidence, maybe, or it could be that they both plan on it, even if they don't realize as much.
Of course, neither one wants to admit they're looking for the other one, because that would amount to admitting that they're lonely, and neither one is willing to do that. One because... well, he's no longer human, and emotions like loneliness are, at this point, only stupidity. The other because he's weak enough already.
And of course, they refuse to admit that they could be even the least bit alike.
Don't make me laugh. I'm not that weak.
I'm not that crazy.
I'm not like him at all.
They've gotten very good at lying to eachother - and even better at lying to themselves.
And yes, this would be typochronicles!verse.
It's a testament to how messed up this whole thing is that he counts it as a bigger victory when he can make him frown than when he makes him smile.
***
Damn it, he finds himself thinking, would it kill him to pay a little attention to me when we're not - you know - (no, actually, we don't know, because when he puts it like that, it's a lot easier to read a lot more into their relationship than has actually happened yet) - he won't even acknowledge my existance, the jerk...
And he's passing by now, just another stupid coincidence... "Hey, bean sprout."
"Shut up and leave me alone."
(That might explain it.)
***
"Do you ever do anything but read?"
He jumps, startled, and twists his head around to look behind him. "Don't sneak up on me like that! And of course I do."
"Sure doesn't seem like it." Crossed arms and that stupid, stupid smirk (the one he desperately wants to wipe of the bastard's smug face - no, not like that - 'kay, maybe, but- that's not the point...)
***
It's not his fault that he can't sleep. It's not his fault that his stupid brain is overthinking at warp speed, going over. And over. And over. And over... er... recent events. Not his fault that he can't stop freaking thinking.
Right.
What the hell's wrong with me, anyway? he thinks, tossing and turning, trying to find some sort of position more conducive to sleep. I've already got - don't want any of - I don't even like - can't I just be satisfied with what I've got for once -
Click goes the window.
(ShitshitshitshitnothimAGAIN.)
"God damn it, can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?"
"You look pretty awake to me."
Well, yeah, but that's not the point.
"That - what the hell are you even doing?"
"Not watching you not-sleep, if that's what you were wondering." Complimentary roll of the eyes with that last comment, free of charge.
Ed's scowl gets, if possible, even more scowly. "Yeah. Cause that's a real answer."
"If you muuuuuust know-" (dragging out the must for at least three full one-mississippi length seconds) "I was just bored."
"Th... That's the most idiotic reason I've ever heard!"
The boy climbs through the window effortlessly (damn him, how does he do that) and (like he always does) moves closer in that silent way of his. "Not everything needs a reason, Fullmetal. Life isn't like your precious alchemy."
Bastard. He acts like he knows everything, damn it - "Look, what do you want?"
"Told you. I was bored." (And now he's sitting on the edge of the bed; just shut up and go away is what Ed really wants to say but he can't seem to get the words out.)
And after a bit of trying-to-get-the-words-out spluttering: "Oh, and I'm supposed to help with that, am I?"
"Mmn... lemme think... yeah."
Ed would say something else at this point, to the effect of go screw yourself, or ANYONE, I don't care, but just leave me the hell alone.
Except...
***
It's always doorframes and dark hallways and abandoned rooms that they seem to meet in now, places that nobody but the curious and the extremely bored seem to stumble upon, and, inevitably, they always seem to be there at the same time. Lucky coincidence, maybe, or it could be that they both plan on it, even if they don't realize as much.
Of course, neither one wants to admit they're looking for the other one, because that would amount to admitting that they're lonely, and neither one is willing to do that. One because... well, he's no longer human, and emotions like loneliness are, at this point, only stupidity. The other because he's weak enough already.
And of course, they refuse to admit that they could be even the least bit alike.
Don't make me laugh. I'm not that weak.
I'm not that crazy.
I'm not like him at all.
They've gotten very good at lying to eachother - and even better at lying to themselves.