HoS: Violet
Ed carefully measured the precise half cup of milk necessary to balance the stew’s other ingredients before pouring it into the pot on the stove with only a half wince. He’d been surprised to discover the recipe for his mother’s milk stew in the latest letter from Auntie Pinako and Winry. Roy had Al… occupied… upstairs. Riza sat at the kitchen table, calmly aiding Ed in the slicing of vegetables, and Ichiro… well, it didn’t really matter, because Ichiro would be surprised by the stew either way.
Ed leaned over the large pot, inhaling the warm vapours and strong scent he had not known in so many years. Reflexively, he smoothed his apron, recalling years past when soft, feminine hands had carried out the same motion. He stirred the stew with a long wooden spoon, carefully pulling back a taste. He leaned over and blew gently across the hot liquid, watching the steam rise from it.
“Damn it!” Ed exclaimed as an explosion rocked the house, causing him to lose what little of the meal he had managed to cool to taste. Angrily, he stormed over to the door, ready and willing to ream Ichiro out again for attempting alchemy without himself or Roy present.
“Don’t be too harsh with him.” Riza remarked idly as she continued to slice potatoes into cube shaped pieces.
“I don’t care. Tea’s not that -“ Ed yanked the door open only to freeze, wide-eyed.
“Ed?” Riza asked when the whirling blond wonder came up short… that is, when he stopped. She put down the knife, getting to her feet and heading towards her young lover as she asked, “Ed, what’s wrong?”
“Get the others. Now. Hurry!” Ed said. He dashed out the door then, running straight into a cloud of thick black smoke. Riza watched in horror as he ran into the raging fire. Then, screaming over her shoulder, she followed after Ed.
Coughing, desperately trying to breathe, Ed plunged into the flaming shed. He blinked furiously, looking frantically from side to side. Just as a hand reached in from behind to pull him out, Ed caught sight of the body lying on the floor. He dodged Roy’s arm, and lunged forward to grab a hold of Ichiro. The one-eyed man took the extra step to chase him in, pulling the blond back by his braid. Ed dragged Ichiro in his wake, hauling the unconscious man out by his collar.
Afterwards, as they waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive, no one noticed that Ichiro’s eyes slid open for a brief second. They closed instantly after, making certain that no one who understood would realize just yet, for his eyes, in that instant…
His eyes had been violet.
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::kidnaps Hime's *EG*(TM):: Oh yes I did just start an Envy in Ichiro's head arc. Oh yes I did. Closed for now, because I'm not sure this piece is even done yet ~ and I kinda wanna do something more with it ~ but I don't know what yet ~ so yeah. Basically happened because I felt bad that Envy always seemed to wind up in Ed / located somewhere only Ed knew about, and I thought the others deserved similar torture.
Ed leaned over the large pot, inhaling the warm vapours and strong scent he had not known in so many years. Reflexively, he smoothed his apron, recalling years past when soft, feminine hands had carried out the same motion. He stirred the stew with a long wooden spoon, carefully pulling back a taste. He leaned over and blew gently across the hot liquid, watching the steam rise from it.
“Damn it!” Ed exclaimed as an explosion rocked the house, causing him to lose what little of the meal he had managed to cool to taste. Angrily, he stormed over to the door, ready and willing to ream Ichiro out again for attempting alchemy without himself or Roy present.
“Don’t be too harsh with him.” Riza remarked idly as she continued to slice potatoes into cube shaped pieces.
“I don’t care. Tea’s not that -“ Ed yanked the door open only to freeze, wide-eyed.
“Ed?” Riza asked when the whirling blond wonder came up short… that is, when he stopped. She put down the knife, getting to her feet and heading towards her young lover as she asked, “Ed, what’s wrong?”
“Get the others. Now. Hurry!” Ed said. He dashed out the door then, running straight into a cloud of thick black smoke. Riza watched in horror as he ran into the raging fire. Then, screaming over her shoulder, she followed after Ed.
Coughing, desperately trying to breathe, Ed plunged into the flaming shed. He blinked furiously, looking frantically from side to side. Just as a hand reached in from behind to pull him out, Ed caught sight of the body lying on the floor. He dodged Roy’s arm, and lunged forward to grab a hold of Ichiro. The one-eyed man took the extra step to chase him in, pulling the blond back by his braid. Ed dragged Ichiro in his wake, hauling the unconscious man out by his collar.
Afterwards, as they waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive, no one noticed that Ichiro’s eyes slid open for a brief second. They closed instantly after, making certain that no one who understood would realize just yet, for his eyes, in that instant…
His eyes had been violet.
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::kidnaps Hime's *EG*(TM):: Oh yes I did just start an Envy in Ichiro's head arc. Oh yes I did. Closed for now, because I'm not sure this piece is even done yet ~ and I kinda wanna do something more with it ~ but I don't know what yet ~ so yeah. Basically happened because I felt bad that Envy always seemed to wind up in Ed / located somewhere only Ed knew about, and I thought the others deserved similar torture.