[ log: girl!ed + al ]
[ooc: continued from here.]
With me.
[ A quiet acknowledgement as their foreheads come together. Pulling her hands forward, they palm over Al's chest where, regrettably, she cannot feel the steady beating of Al's heart under her cold, steel fingers. But he's warm under the touch of her left hand, and that's enough.
He says he wants to stay with her, and she knows that the phrase alone carries a lot of meaning. She's always known Al's slight wish for a home, after losing the one they had. She's always known about Al's desire to remain tied to Amestris, if not through a home, then through the people they've met. She's felt it too. But she's tired of the demands Central has for them both. She's tired of the way the state expects her, as the only person to have ever completed a successful human transmutation (aside from Al, of course), to be at their beck and call. She's tired of the stares and the whispers. The suggestions that the only way she made it up the ranks so quickly was because of her relationship with the colonel (and that thought makes her rankle a bit). It's probably selfish of her to think it, but she feels almost as if she's given up enough to her country, and the exchange hasn't always been Equivalent. ]
You would?
[ She already knows the answer of course, shifting forward a bit more with a tilt of her head. Three words nearly dangle on her lips, unspoken, but there. Her hands move again, placed gently over the palms on her face. ]
Let's leave, Al. Let's go tomorrow. In the morning. Leave everything. Just me and you.
With me.
[ A quiet acknowledgement as their foreheads come together. Pulling her hands forward, they palm over Al's chest where, regrettably, she cannot feel the steady beating of Al's heart under her cold, steel fingers. But he's warm under the touch of her left hand, and that's enough.
He says he wants to stay with her, and she knows that the phrase alone carries a lot of meaning. She's always known Al's slight wish for a home, after losing the one they had. She's always known about Al's desire to remain tied to Amestris, if not through a home, then through the people they've met. She's felt it too. But she's tired of the demands Central has for them both. She's tired of the way the state expects her, as the only person to have ever completed a successful human transmutation (aside from Al, of course), to be at their beck and call. She's tired of the stares and the whispers. The suggestions that the only way she made it up the ranks so quickly was because of her relationship with the colonel (and that thought makes her rankle a bit). It's probably selfish of her to think it, but she feels almost as if she's given up enough to her country, and the exchange hasn't always been Equivalent. ]
You would?
[ She already knows the answer of course, shifting forward a bit more with a tilt of her head. Three words nearly dangle on her lips, unspoken, but there. Her hands move again, placed gently over the palms on her face. ]
Let's leave, Al. Let's go tomorrow. In the morning. Leave everything. Just me and you.