Dive to Blue - Challenge #35 - frostbite
Title: Dive to Blue
Author: Kitana
Warnings: PG-13; implied Roy x Ed; Roy’s fingertips are cold, freezing, and almost dead to sensation. 388 words.
For: fma500 theme #35 - frostbite
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Roy’s fingertips are cold, freezing, and almost dead to sensation. It’s snowing heavily outside of the little cabin; forceful, whipping winds are blowing snowflakes between the cracks in the rotting wood. The windows are frosting over - even if it were bright outside, instead of the gloomy and melancholic grey, Roy would not be able to really tell.
It has been months since Edward Elric disappeared, with almost no trace except the very real and very fleshy younger brother he left behind. It was after that event, and the death of Fuhrer King Bradley on his hands, that he decided that he would no longer rely on that which was his most valuable asset.
So long ago it seemed, that moment that Roy had tucked everything that served as a reminder of his time in the military. The uniform, cleaned, pressed and wrapped in paper; the gloves he kept in a box hidden in the back of the closet. He wouldn’t think of any of it, use any of it.
There would be a need for it some day, and he would wait for that day. He knew deep inside that Fullmetal wasn’t gone for good - the boy was too stubborn to stay away. Edward would come back, and he and Roy would talk. Edward would babble on about his adventures. Roy would say the things that he wanted to say and had realized all too late. Fullmetal’s vanishing act hit the dark-haired man like a train at maximum speed; on top of everything that had been going on, he had needed that news like he needed a hole in the head.
For a while, Roy wouldn’t admit even to himself that he missed the temperamental teen. Now, it’s only one of the sorrows that plague him when he doesn’t keep his mind sufficiently occupied. Every knock at his door is a hope soon dashed when he realizes who it is.
Embers in the fireplace that have long died away, Roy looks at the remaining ashes and reflects. He turns in on himself and dreams. He dreams of warm bodies and wet kisses, of smiles and whispered words. He dreams of many things that fade in and out, that blur and fizzle away like the wick of a candle twice burned.
And they would all lead to Edward.
~Owari~
Author: Kitana
Warnings: PG-13; implied Roy x Ed; Roy’s fingertips are cold, freezing, and almost dead to sensation. 388 words.
For: fma500 theme #35 - frostbite
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Roy’s fingertips are cold, freezing, and almost dead to sensation. It’s snowing heavily outside of the little cabin; forceful, whipping winds are blowing snowflakes between the cracks in the rotting wood. The windows are frosting over - even if it were bright outside, instead of the gloomy and melancholic grey, Roy would not be able to really tell.
It has been months since Edward Elric disappeared, with almost no trace except the very real and very fleshy younger brother he left behind. It was after that event, and the death of Fuhrer King Bradley on his hands, that he decided that he would no longer rely on that which was his most valuable asset.
So long ago it seemed, that moment that Roy had tucked everything that served as a reminder of his time in the military. The uniform, cleaned, pressed and wrapped in paper; the gloves he kept in a box hidden in the back of the closet. He wouldn’t think of any of it, use any of it.
There would be a need for it some day, and he would wait for that day. He knew deep inside that Fullmetal wasn’t gone for good - the boy was too stubborn to stay away. Edward would come back, and he and Roy would talk. Edward would babble on about his adventures. Roy would say the things that he wanted to say and had realized all too late. Fullmetal’s vanishing act hit the dark-haired man like a train at maximum speed; on top of everything that had been going on, he had needed that news like he needed a hole in the head.
For a while, Roy wouldn’t admit even to himself that he missed the temperamental teen. Now, it’s only one of the sorrows that plague him when he doesn’t keep his mind sufficiently occupied. Every knock at his door is a hope soon dashed when he realizes who it is.
Embers in the fireplace that have long died away, Roy looks at the remaining ashes and reflects. He turns in on himself and dreams. He dreams of warm bodies and wet kisses, of smiles and whispered words. He dreams of many things that fade in and out, that blur and fizzle away like the wick of a candle twice burned.
And they would all lead to Edward.
~Owari~