Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non

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"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"

You might've guessed it: We are on the 7th prompt post. Hurray!
And although seven is "the most magical number there is", the rules for

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Fill 3/3

[anonymous]

It was late, and he had probably had too much celebratory drink. Still he banged at Ed’s front door, demanding that his brother answer. Ed blinked at him groggily, the sight of him doing strange things to David, all mussed hair and oversized pyjamas. The shirt was slipping, showing collarbone, and David clenched his hands into fists at his side and called Ed a nasty little communist. Ed fought back, stubbornly, and said that at least he wasn’t an uncaring capitalist.

In Ed’s world, he’d always thought, everything was black and white.

They were the same height, but David was angry, used it to press Ed back against the wall, loom over him. I’m making a difference, he spat, crowding too close, your efforts are getting you nowhere. Ed made a noise, anger and hurt and frustration, and it was like déjà vu, with Ed gaining the upper hand, a complete role reversal.

I hate you, Ed told him, hands flat on the wall either side of his head, because I love you. You confuse everything. And, then, without warning, they were kissing and it wasn’t gentle. Their teeth clacked and when Ed pulled back his lip was bruised and bleeding. His chest was heaving, his mind spinning, and where Ed would have left David pulled him back, like he couldn’t let it go before he’d demonstrated his dominance.

They scuffled on the floor, like children, until the desire to draw blood finally gave way to the need to find release. He shook when it came, and Ed keened, dug his fingers tight into the skin of his back. They didn’t say anything and David left before dawn.

He had given up any hope of reconciliation a few weeks later, when his secretary told him that there was a man who said he was his brother to see him. David’s pulse raced but, when Ed pushed the door, he told him, coldly, that he didn’t want to see him. Ed sat down anyway, dropped a folder full of policies printed on recycled paper in front of him, and told him that it was a case of tough luck.

What do you want? He sighed, tired and uncertain. Ed squirmed, looked at him through his lashes, the way he had all those years ago and smiled, lopsided, For you to admit I’m right.

David pulled a face, instinctively, and Ed outright grinned. Or maybe we can just agree to disagree.

He read through Ed’s proposals, quietly, still clueless as to where things stood between them. It felt like a start though, a beginning.

Perhaps Ed wasn’t so bad, after all.

Re: Fill 3/3

[anonymous]

OP here.

OMG. *______*

Intense!communist!Ed should become a fanon characterization because I absolutely love it, and the difficulties and the fights and the hatred between them, so strangely delicious.