[FMA] Thoughts on a Train (1/1)
Title: Thoughts on a Train (1/1)
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Rating: G
Pairings: Alphonse, Edward
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Mild angst. No spoilers. BYOSubtext.
Notes: Drabble request written for mikkeneko.
Summary: Alphonse has a bit of time to himself on one of those frequent train rides.
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'Nii-san pushes himself too hard, Al thinks to himself as he looks out the train window and at the scenery zipping past. It's nothing he hasn't seen so many times already on these trips; pasture, cows, small towns, more pasture and cows. And so, it isn't any wonder that his thoughts drift; actually, sometimes Al thinks that his thoughts are the only things that really belong to him anymore, even this armor body is borrowed.
But his brother... Al looks down at where Ed lays tucked against the train seat, eyes closed in sleep. His brother is the one who really suffers. Al can't feel pain or tire or hunger, but Edward can. And Al knows that Ed pushes himself far too hard, if the shadows under his eyes are any indication.
The train lurches a bit as it crests the top of a hill and Ed's body slumps from where he propped himself up. Immediately, Al is reaching out, gently steadying his brother into a more stable and comfortable position -- laid out over the bench, head pillowed against his coat on Alphonse's thigh. Al reaches down, leather gloved hand quietly petting and soothing away the frown on Ed's face from being jostled.
"... are we there?"
"No, 'nii-san. Just go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we get to Central."
Ed curls up again, and Al continues to stroke his brother's hair, his gaze drifting out the window again with his thoughts.
-- Owari --
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Rating: G
Pairings: Alphonse, Edward
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Mild angst. No spoilers. BYOSubtext.
Notes: Drabble request written for mikkeneko.
Summary: Alphonse has a bit of time to himself on one of those frequent train rides.
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'Nii-san pushes himself too hard, Al thinks to himself as he looks out the train window and at the scenery zipping past. It's nothing he hasn't seen so many times already on these trips; pasture, cows, small towns, more pasture and cows. And so, it isn't any wonder that his thoughts drift; actually, sometimes Al thinks that his thoughts are the only things that really belong to him anymore, even this armor body is borrowed.
But his brother... Al looks down at where Ed lays tucked against the train seat, eyes closed in sleep. His brother is the one who really suffers. Al can't feel pain or tire or hunger, but Edward can. And Al knows that Ed pushes himself far too hard, if the shadows under his eyes are any indication.
The train lurches a bit as it crests the top of a hill and Ed's body slumps from where he propped himself up. Immediately, Al is reaching out, gently steadying his brother into a more stable and comfortable position -- laid out over the bench, head pillowed against his coat on Alphonse's thigh. Al reaches down, leather gloved hand quietly petting and soothing away the frown on Ed's face from being jostled.
"... are we there?"
"No, 'nii-san. Just go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we get to Central."
Ed curls up again, and Al continues to stroke his brother's hair, his gaze drifting out the window again with his thoughts.
-- Owari --