Prompt 228, Plead, "There is No Need for Sorry"
There is No Need for Sorry.
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Everytime he sees his sister, he wants to say he is sorry. Companion piece to Second Skin
Word Count: 492
Characters: Edward and alphonse(?)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Love bingo prompt: In Your Eyes
A/N: NO, you still don't learn her name but I promise in the sequel you will. :)
Every time that they are alone, Edward wanted to say he was sorry because he could see how miserable she was like this. She tried to put on a happy face on for him. But he knew better. She was miserable in that suit of armor that he put her soul in. He should have tried harder to find something else. But he panicked. He wanted his sister back now…not later. He didn’t want to lose his only family member he had left.
He remembered the blind grief and endless sense of lost. He couldn’t…and he wouldn’t let his sister go. Not without a fight. He was willing to pay the cost on any terms and he did.
He would do again in a heart beat too.
He remembered that his mom often said that he reminded him of their dad. But his sister remained him so much of their mom that it wasn’t even funny. Their mom was kind, loving, and gentle much like her. His sister didn’t deserve this.
“Stop thinking,” His sister’s voice snapped him out of his thought.
His head snapped toward his sister, who towering over him.
“What?” He said.
“I can hear your thoughts from here, big brother,” She said softly.
He sighed.
“You are miserable especially after today.”
Today was awful. He watched his sister pretend that she was something she wasn’t. Pretend that she was a he. Pretending to answering to a name that wasn’t even hers. Pretending not to know what to do with her new body. It was difficult to watch.
His sister sighed and took a seat next to him.
“I was.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that.”
He opened his mouth but she cut him off. She would give a look that she seemed to learn from Winry. Hell, it didn’t matter that she was in an armor suit either.
“I don’t like that I am in a suit of armor. I don’t like that everyone thinks that I am a boy. But you shouldn’t be sorry, big brother. Never be sorry about what you had to do. Please…,” She pleaded.
He opened his mouth then shut it. God, even as a suit of armor, his sister still can give him that look. He bowed his head in defeat
“Okay…Okay…”
“You just can’t wait to show everyone that you are really a girl.”
“That too. Not run into any more ceilings. I swear that lady at the inn was going to kill us.”
“I don’t think that was you. I think that it had to do with Major Armstrong and the stairs.”
“What did he do?” His sister asked.
“You don’t want to know.”
A silence filled the air between them.
“I have faith that you will get my body back and you will get your arm back.”
He smiled at his sister. It made him feel wonderful that she had such faith in him.
He hoped that he didn’t disappoint.
End
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Everytime he sees his sister, he wants to say he is sorry. Companion piece to Second Skin
Word Count: 492
Characters: Edward and alphonse(?)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Love bingo prompt: In Your Eyes
A/N: NO, you still don't learn her name but I promise in the sequel you will. :)
Every time that they are alone, Edward wanted to say he was sorry because he could see how miserable she was like this. She tried to put on a happy face on for him. But he knew better. She was miserable in that suit of armor that he put her soul in. He should have tried harder to find something else. But he panicked. He wanted his sister back now…not later. He didn’t want to lose his only family member he had left.
He remembered the blind grief and endless sense of lost. He couldn’t…and he wouldn’t let his sister go. Not without a fight. He was willing to pay the cost on any terms and he did.
He would do again in a heart beat too.
He remembered that his mom often said that he reminded him of their dad. But his sister remained him so much of their mom that it wasn’t even funny. Their mom was kind, loving, and gentle much like her. His sister didn’t deserve this.
“Stop thinking,” His sister’s voice snapped him out of his thought.
His head snapped toward his sister, who towering over him.
“What?” He said.
“I can hear your thoughts from here, big brother,” She said softly.
He sighed.
“You are miserable especially after today.”
Today was awful. He watched his sister pretend that she was something she wasn’t. Pretend that she was a he. Pretending to answering to a name that wasn’t even hers. Pretending not to know what to do with her new body. It was difficult to watch.
His sister sighed and took a seat next to him.
“I was.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that.”
He opened his mouth but she cut him off. She would give a look that she seemed to learn from Winry. Hell, it didn’t matter that she was in an armor suit either.
“I don’t like that I am in a suit of armor. I don’t like that everyone thinks that I am a boy. But you shouldn’t be sorry, big brother. Never be sorry about what you had to do. Please…,” She pleaded.
He opened his mouth then shut it. God, even as a suit of armor, his sister still can give him that look. He bowed his head in defeat
“Okay…Okay…”
“You just can’t wait to show everyone that you are really a girl.”
“That too. Not run into any more ceilings. I swear that lady at the inn was going to kill us.”
“I don’t think that was you. I think that it had to do with Major Armstrong and the stairs.”
“What did he do?” His sister asked.
“You don’t want to know.”
A silence filled the air between them.
“I have faith that you will get my body back and you will get your arm back.”
He smiled at his sister. It made him feel wonderful that she had such faith in him.
He hoped that he didn’t disappoint.
End