[ log: ed + al ]
[ It's mid-day, sometime between Kiyoha's many engagements, and Ed's making his way towards the market to pick up a few items he'll need. After over a month in Ukiyo, he's gotten used to the feel of wooden sandals under his feet as they clack against cobbles as well as the strange and restrictive feel of a yukata. This time, at least, he's managed to match it well enough with the vivid red color of the coat Al had left behind before he'd even arrived. That's thanks again to Kiyoha and partially why he's headed towards the market right now. To pick up something in return for her help.
He's taken to leaving his hair down lately, a side effect to it often being pulled down for various reasons that he doesn't want to dwell on. And as a result, it frames his face and trails down his back to where it nearly reaches the dark emblem that reminds him of Teacher and of Al.
For once, memories of the past are almost welcome distractions away from everything that's happened in this strange new world. Between worrying if his decision was right (Is this okay, Al? It means you won't disappear for sure, so it's alright... isn't it?) and the complications of becoming too close to so many people, it's no wonder he's feeling a bit off-center. Not even Alfonse's familiar face is around for him to watch, to take his mind off things. In Ukiyo, it's all these strange things all the time. He's never wanted to deal with being awkwardly stuck between two guys and their personal issues, much less having to deal with sex so often. So to think of Al and wondering what he might be doing at this moment is a welcome relief.
Maybe his little brother is eating apple pie. Or maybe he's talking to Winry. Maybe he's taken his place in the military (and he certainly hope Al hasn't). He should ask the damn colonel some time, if the other man ever bothers to come out of hiding.
Pausing in front of a likely shop that might have what he's looking for, Ed's thoughts are momentarily derailed, bringing him back to the present. The sun is hot on his back, and he probably shouldn't have worn his jacket over the many layers of silk, but at the moment, he can't really bring himself to care. ]
He's taken to leaving his hair down lately, a side effect to it often being pulled down for various reasons that he doesn't want to dwell on. And as a result, it frames his face and trails down his back to where it nearly reaches the dark emblem that reminds him of Teacher and of Al.
For once, memories of the past are almost welcome distractions away from everything that's happened in this strange new world. Between worrying if his decision was right (Is this okay, Al? It means you won't disappear for sure, so it's alright... isn't it?) and the complications of becoming too close to so many people, it's no wonder he's feeling a bit off-center. Not even Alfonse's familiar face is around for him to watch, to take his mind off things. In Ukiyo, it's all these strange things all the time. He's never wanted to deal with being awkwardly stuck between two guys and their personal issues, much less having to deal with sex so often. So to think of Al and wondering what he might be doing at this moment is a welcome relief.
Maybe his little brother is eating apple pie. Or maybe he's talking to Winry. Maybe he's taken his place in the military (and he certainly hope Al hasn't). He should ask the damn colonel some time, if the other man ever bothers to come out of hiding.
Pausing in front of a likely shop that might have what he's looking for, Ed's thoughts are momentarily derailed, bringing him back to the present. The sun is hot on his back, and he probably shouldn't have worn his jacket over the many layers of silk, but at the moment, he can't really bring himself to care. ]