Arrays {Traverse Town - Complete}
Ed was sulking. He wouldn't actually call it that because it was childish and Ed was definately not a child. Anyone who said otherwise would get beaten to a pulp. But he was sulking.
Why did he have to be left here like some little kid? Like he couldn't be trusted to keep his hormones under control? He was sixteen for fuck's sake. Most people his age were seething pits of carnality trying to jump everything in sight with a pulse (which didn't explain Colonel Mustang; maybe his hormones had got stuck at sixteen. It would explain a few things.). Ed knew exactly what he was doing. Or not doing, as the case might be. He wasn't interested in any of that... stuff.
He grumbled and scraped a line with a piece of chalk, nearly snapping it in half in his annoyance. At least he now had chance to go back to what he should have been spending his time doing. That was right. The array. Working out what had gone wrong with the array, why it hadn't worked and why he had ended up in this nightmare of a town.
Circles and equations and symbols curled together quickly under his hands and he ignored the white dust that coated his gloves. Everything else blurred around him until he barely noticed it, even the noise of a ship docking nearby. This was what was important. Al...
Why did he have to be left here like some little kid? Like he couldn't be trusted to keep his hormones under control? He was sixteen for fuck's sake. Most people his age were seething pits of carnality trying to jump everything in sight with a pulse (which didn't explain Colonel Mustang; maybe his hormones had got stuck at sixteen. It would explain a few things.). Ed knew exactly what he was doing. Or not doing, as the case might be. He wasn't interested in any of that... stuff.
He grumbled and scraped a line with a piece of chalk, nearly snapping it in half in his annoyance. At least he now had chance to go back to what he should have been spending his time doing. That was right. The array. Working out what had gone wrong with the array, why it hadn't worked and why he had ended up in this nightmare of a town.
Circles and equations and symbols curled together quickly under his hands and he ignored the white dust that coated his gloves. Everything else blurred around him until he barely noticed it, even the noise of a ship docking nearby. This was what was important. Al...