V+V, Cannon: Hazards of Alcohol
Title: Hazards of Alcohol
Archive: V+V, Cannon
Summary: Al sees something.
Chronology: During Revelry
Warnings: Still nothing. Damn, I've lost my touch.
Finally, some characters are getting together into the same place... That's good right?
Al was pleasantly buzzed. Or at least he thought he was. There was a heaviness to his limbs and he kept seeing little dancing lights at the edges of his vision, but he didn't feel sick so he couldn't be too drunk. Besides, none of his lovers would let him hurt himself with liquor, so if he hadn't been told to stop for the night he was obviously okay.
Al liked alcohol, though not often. As he shifted to lean more heavily against the wall, Al tried to remember why he liked the drink so much. Oh yes, because it made him forget stuff that he didn't want to think about, and usually not thinking about things made him much happier than thinking about them. What was it he wasn't trying to think about?
Oh, the armor. Al took another swig of his beer and shook his head slowly. Shaking it hard would make him sick but he had to shake it because he was thinking about things he didn't want to think about and shaking it helped... at least he thought it did. Dazedly Al noted how Roy and Ed were dancing together, some formal waltz type thing that didn't fit the music at all, but Riza didn't know how to dance that way and Roy and Masuta both loved formal dancing so they always made Ed play the woman...
And Ed had always been so good at playing a part. Al gave up standing and let himself slide down to his heels, still using the wall as a support. There was something trying to push its way through the alcoholic haze in his mind and he resolutely drowned it out with another gulp of beer. Riza and Masuta were dancing to the beat of the music, Riza very well and Masuta... not so much. The guy looked like he would be more comfortable in a torture chamber...
Al's eyes widened as the garden around him faded, the scene in front of his eyes playing out like a bad horror story.
They were in a chamber, some kind of church or something, and Ed was trying to reach him, fighting a woman Al didn't know and a boy he felt he did. Al couldn't move, couldn't feel, could only watch as Ed was caught by inhuman hands and a fist tore through his chest, punching all the way through and holding his still beating heart. Al saw those shining eyes go molten for a moment before a veil settled over them, the homunculus tossing his broken body like a rag doll.
Edward was dead. Al's reason for existence, his creator, was gone. How could Al exist without Ed? Ed was the one Al walked behind, the one Al protected and loved and held above all others. There could be a world with Ed and without Al, but not the other way around. It was simply impossible. Al set about to fix it. After all, it wasn't as though he could feel the pain...
Al blinked, the noise of the party suddenly pounding in his ears. He felt like he'd been hit by a car, or his brother’s automail leg. Roy was dipping Ed extravagantly, and the arch of his brother’s spine didn't remind him of sex for once. Al raised his beer can to his lips, but the smell of it turned his stomach even more than the flashback and he quickly put it down.
Al turned his head, trying to find something to look at that wasn't his brother, and saw a flickering shadow crouched in the dark, violet eyes watching Edward and the party from under long black hair. Alcohol may have slowed his thoughts, but something about that face twisted the pain and fear in his heart in to rage and he reached into his pocket for his chalk, an array drawn in the time it took him to breath, the circle inscribed into his bones after so many years.
With a smile Al changed the earth into three twisted spears to pierce and hook that tiny form, trapping its screaming thrashing form in an iron hard cage.
Archive: V+V, Cannon
Summary: Al sees something.
Chronology: During Revelry
Warnings: Still nothing. Damn, I've lost my touch.
Finally, some characters are getting together into the same place... That's good right?
Al was pleasantly buzzed. Or at least he thought he was. There was a heaviness to his limbs and he kept seeing little dancing lights at the edges of his vision, but he didn't feel sick so he couldn't be too drunk. Besides, none of his lovers would let him hurt himself with liquor, so if he hadn't been told to stop for the night he was obviously okay.
Al liked alcohol, though not often. As he shifted to lean more heavily against the wall, Al tried to remember why he liked the drink so much. Oh yes, because it made him forget stuff that he didn't want to think about, and usually not thinking about things made him much happier than thinking about them. What was it he wasn't trying to think about?
Oh, the armor. Al took another swig of his beer and shook his head slowly. Shaking it hard would make him sick but he had to shake it because he was thinking about things he didn't want to think about and shaking it helped... at least he thought it did. Dazedly Al noted how Roy and Ed were dancing together, some formal waltz type thing that didn't fit the music at all, but Riza didn't know how to dance that way and Roy and Masuta both loved formal dancing so they always made Ed play the woman...
And Ed had always been so good at playing a part. Al gave up standing and let himself slide down to his heels, still using the wall as a support. There was something trying to push its way through the alcoholic haze in his mind and he resolutely drowned it out with another gulp of beer. Riza and Masuta were dancing to the beat of the music, Riza very well and Masuta... not so much. The guy looked like he would be more comfortable in a torture chamber...
Al's eyes widened as the garden around him faded, the scene in front of his eyes playing out like a bad horror story.
They were in a chamber, some kind of church or something, and Ed was trying to reach him, fighting a woman Al didn't know and a boy he felt he did. Al couldn't move, couldn't feel, could only watch as Ed was caught by inhuman hands and a fist tore through his chest, punching all the way through and holding his still beating heart. Al saw those shining eyes go molten for a moment before a veil settled over them, the homunculus tossing his broken body like a rag doll.
Edward was dead. Al's reason for existence, his creator, was gone. How could Al exist without Ed? Ed was the one Al walked behind, the one Al protected and loved and held above all others. There could be a world with Ed and without Al, but not the other way around. It was simply impossible. Al set about to fix it. After all, it wasn't as though he could feel the pain...
Al blinked, the noise of the party suddenly pounding in his ears. He felt like he'd been hit by a car, or his brother’s automail leg. Roy was dipping Ed extravagantly, and the arch of his brother’s spine didn't remind him of sex for once. Al raised his beer can to his lips, but the smell of it turned his stomach even more than the flashback and he quickly put it down.
Al turned his head, trying to find something to look at that wasn't his brother, and saw a flickering shadow crouched in the dark, violet eyes watching Edward and the party from under long black hair. Alcohol may have slowed his thoughts, but something about that face twisted the pain and fear in his heart in to rage and he reached into his pocket for his chalk, an array drawn in the time it took him to breath, the circle inscribed into his bones after so many years.
With a smile Al changed the earth into three twisted spears to pierce and hook that tiny form, trapping its screaming thrashing form in an iron hard cage.