first meeting.
We were real bored
and like this popped into Our head a few days ago
So here it is! :34
*watches Hedsor Hall* This is the best show in the fucking UNIVERSE. xDD
Title: First Meeting
Author:greedchan
Characters // Pairings: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric, Trisha Elric, Van Hohenheim // Uh, it might be RoyEd? ... Maybe? ... is this extremely pedo?
Rating: G!!
Wordcount: 562
Type: Uhh, idk?
Warnings: None. o-o;
Summary: There's a light in those eyes that he's never seen anywhere else.
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The day he meets Edward Elric is the blonde's day of birth. He's fourteen, and the young Xinganese boy's dark eyes fall over the baby with slight disdain. He's never been a fan of kids younger than him, and this gurgling thing with the creepy wolfish yellow eyes is not what he wants to see on a Saturday. He could be playing games with Maes or something, but no... instead he's been dragged off to the boondocks to visit Van Hohenheim and his wife with Madame Christmas, and he's hating every second of it. Who really wants to spend their time with some ugly wrinkled pink thing, anyway? It doesn't even have any hair. All it has is a little yellow tuft, more like a cowlick than anything to really be called hair.
As Madame Christmas coos over the newborn, Roy watches her sullenly. He supposes she likes this thing. That's all well and fine, but she really didn't have to bring him too...
Trisha Elric, hair still matted with sweat from labour, smiles at him weakly from across the room and beckons him over. He moves slowly, not wanting to seem eager or something cause he's not, but comes all the same to stand at her bedside. "This is Edward," she murmurs quietly, smiling at the small bundle in her arms. "Would you like to hold him?" she adds, tone gentle. He gives a start, but nods, not wanting to be rude, though her tone suggests that he can be honest with her if he doesn't want to. The new mother shifts her baby, placing it -- him gently into the fourteen-year-old's grasp.
He's a little surprise. This baby is tiny, is all he can think, even though he's not really all that knowledgeable on the general size of children. He didn't think a child was... this small, though. This vulnerable.
The baby opens his eyes now, and Roy blinks down, marveling at the obvious intelligence held therein. Only hours old, and yet he feels like this kid is piercing his mind with a glance. And there's life there, too, brilliant like miniature suns. 'Vibrant' is the word he thinks of, and he sits slowly, wishing the baby would uncross his eyes so he might see them again. The yellow doesn't seem so creepy now, at any rate. Less wolfish, like he initially thought, and more like... a little wild animal, or something. It's almost cute.
Edward Elric gives him a tiny, pure smile, and Roy decides that maybe he likes children after all.
-break.-
Years pass, and in that time, the intelligence Roy Mustang saw there in Edward's eyes grows and cultures itself and in the end becomes the blonde's downfall. The next time he comes to Risembool, it is as Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. And once again, he meets the boy with those eyes. Only this time, they are haggard and dull, just dim amber. The life in that baby's eyes have disappeared, and his sleeve is empty. All Roy can feel now towards him is rage.
How could he -- how could he have let this happen? Trisha Elric, the mother. Her death... could it have caused this? This loss...
Even as he pulls the tiny, tiny blonde up by his too-baggy shirt collar and barks in his face, Roy feels like he might cry.
and like this popped into Our head a few days ago
So here it is! :34
*watches Hedsor Hall* This is the best show in the fucking UNIVERSE. xDD
Title: First Meeting
Author:greedchan
Characters // Pairings: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric, Trisha Elric, Van Hohenheim // Uh, it might be RoyEd? ... Maybe? ... is this extremely pedo?
Rating: G!!
Wordcount: 562
Type: Uhh, idk?
Warnings: None. o-o;
Summary: There's a light in those eyes that he's never seen anywhere else.
---
The day he meets Edward Elric is the blonde's day of birth. He's fourteen, and the young Xinganese boy's dark eyes fall over the baby with slight disdain. He's never been a fan of kids younger than him, and this gurgling thing with the creepy wolfish yellow eyes is not what he wants to see on a Saturday. He could be playing games with Maes or something, but no... instead he's been dragged off to the boondocks to visit Van Hohenheim and his wife with Madame Christmas, and he's hating every second of it. Who really wants to spend their time with some ugly wrinkled pink thing, anyway? It doesn't even have any hair. All it has is a little yellow tuft, more like a cowlick than anything to really be called hair.
As Madame Christmas coos over the newborn, Roy watches her sullenly. He supposes she likes this thing. That's all well and fine, but she really didn't have to bring him too...
Trisha Elric, hair still matted with sweat from labour, smiles at him weakly from across the room and beckons him over. He moves slowly, not wanting to seem eager or something cause he's not, but comes all the same to stand at her bedside. "This is Edward," she murmurs quietly, smiling at the small bundle in her arms. "Would you like to hold him?" she adds, tone gentle. He gives a start, but nods, not wanting to be rude, though her tone suggests that he can be honest with her if he doesn't want to. The new mother shifts her baby, placing it -- him gently into the fourteen-year-old's grasp.
He's a little surprise. This baby is tiny, is all he can think, even though he's not really all that knowledgeable on the general size of children. He didn't think a child was... this small, though. This vulnerable.
The baby opens his eyes now, and Roy blinks down, marveling at the obvious intelligence held therein. Only hours old, and yet he feels like this kid is piercing his mind with a glance. And there's life there, too, brilliant like miniature suns. 'Vibrant' is the word he thinks of, and he sits slowly, wishing the baby would uncross his eyes so he might see them again. The yellow doesn't seem so creepy now, at any rate. Less wolfish, like he initially thought, and more like... a little wild animal, or something. It's almost cute.
Edward Elric gives him a tiny, pure smile, and Roy decides that maybe he likes children after all.
-break.-
Years pass, and in that time, the intelligence Roy Mustang saw there in Edward's eyes grows and cultures itself and in the end becomes the blonde's downfall. The next time he comes to Risembool, it is as Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. And once again, he meets the boy with those eyes. Only this time, they are haggard and dull, just dim amber. The life in that baby's eyes have disappeared, and his sleeve is empty. All Roy can feel now towards him is rage.
How could he -- how could he have let this happen? Trisha Elric, the mother. Her death... could it have caused this? This loss...
Even as he pulls the tiny, tiny blonde up by his too-baggy shirt collar and barks in his face, Roy feels like he might cry.