Near-sighted (reflection/G)
Title:: Near-sighted
Author:: sanguineus
Rating:: A safe G.
Summary:: Drabble. Title comes from Edward always looking forward and not at what he has. Or something. I dunno. Alphonse's musings, or sort of Al-centric, or Ed-centric from the position Al's in? I dunno. But please like it...
Notes:: Nothing really. I re-did my LJ a little bit (i.e. made a new background, icon, and updated) because I want to join the fma_yaoi livejournal and I was embarassed of my old DracoxHarry theme... Hehehe. Gah, I suck at life. ;.;
Disclaimer:: I don't own FMA, and I never will. But, God, if I did...
Every act, every action that Edward Elric has ever committed, will ever commit, is for the sake of his brother; that is known, that is accepted-that is common knowledge.
They have mission, after all, and that mission is each other. Edward will not rest until he recovers that which he has lost; that which he has sworn to protect, to keep.
Edward Elric will save his brother, and every struggle they've endured up to that point will be blotted out, blurred somehow, and the sun will shine.
They only need to make themselves whole again, and really, they are the only ones who can.
But Alphonse Elric, the bloodless younger brother, the steel-encased soul of something that was once beautiful and golden and warm against the Fullmetal Alchemist's chest, in his arms-Alphonse Elric holds his insecurities close, away from the world.
He's beginning to see a truth, here.
Because, in the great, grand scheme of it all, Edward's dedication to his brother-his divine loyalty-his deified sense of righteousness, his inherent sense of justice-even Edward hasn't realized this simple, easily-overlooked and painfully jarring fact.
There is really only one person Edward Elric ever returns to, over and over, despite his seeming unwillingness; only one person who offsets his balance continuously, who manipulates and smooths and molds and ultimately guides the blood-and-gold beast that is Fullmetal, plays him perfectly, tunes him to the very fine points of perfection needed for whatever tasks are set in his path.
Edward Elric doesn't look at Alphonse; he looks at the future, at a dream, and the means to attain that dream.
He has his jaded heart laid open, completely and carelessly without protection, allowing any slight trickle of hope to seep in and cool those searing scars, even just a little.
Edward doesn't realize this, not like an outsider would, not like Alphonse would, attuned innately to all things even remotely connected to his brother.
The source of that hope is the very figure orchestrating the performance, the very man Edward would say openly that he despises, the father figure of sorts that stepped in to fill the gaping hole in his life, the missing pieces that Alphonse could never fill on his own, even though they'd agreed to each other as all they had; all that was necessary-
But that didn't change the fact of the matter; the truth that shadows were peeling away from, that gained light slowly, and now Alphonse could see.
Edward Elric was always, unfalteringly, looking ahead.
There was nothing else but the future; Edward never circled back to anything.
But he always returned to Roy Mustang.
Author:: sanguineus
Rating:: A safe G.
Summary:: Drabble. Title comes from Edward always looking forward and not at what he has. Or something. I dunno. Alphonse's musings, or sort of Al-centric, or Ed-centric from the position Al's in? I dunno. But please like it...
Notes:: Nothing really. I re-did my LJ a little bit (i.e. made a new background, icon, and updated) because I want to join the fma_yaoi livejournal and I was embarassed of my old DracoxHarry theme... Hehehe. Gah, I suck at life. ;.;
Disclaimer:: I don't own FMA, and I never will. But, God, if I did...
Every act, every action that Edward Elric has ever committed, will ever commit, is for the sake of his brother; that is known, that is accepted-that is common knowledge.
They have mission, after all, and that mission is each other. Edward will not rest until he recovers that which he has lost; that which he has sworn to protect, to keep.
Edward Elric will save his brother, and every struggle they've endured up to that point will be blotted out, blurred somehow, and the sun will shine.
They only need to make themselves whole again, and really, they are the only ones who can.
But Alphonse Elric, the bloodless younger brother, the steel-encased soul of something that was once beautiful and golden and warm against the Fullmetal Alchemist's chest, in his arms-Alphonse Elric holds his insecurities close, away from the world.
He's beginning to see a truth, here.
Because, in the great, grand scheme of it all, Edward's dedication to his brother-his divine loyalty-his deified sense of righteousness, his inherent sense of justice-even Edward hasn't realized this simple, easily-overlooked and painfully jarring fact.
There is really only one person Edward Elric ever returns to, over and over, despite his seeming unwillingness; only one person who offsets his balance continuously, who manipulates and smooths and molds and ultimately guides the blood-and-gold beast that is Fullmetal, plays him perfectly, tunes him to the very fine points of perfection needed for whatever tasks are set in his path.
Edward Elric doesn't look at Alphonse; he looks at the future, at a dream, and the means to attain that dream.
He has his jaded heart laid open, completely and carelessly without protection, allowing any slight trickle of hope to seep in and cool those searing scars, even just a little.
Edward doesn't realize this, not like an outsider would, not like Alphonse would, attuned innately to all things even remotely connected to his brother.
The source of that hope is the very figure orchestrating the performance, the very man Edward would say openly that he despises, the father figure of sorts that stepped in to fill the gaping hole in his life, the missing pieces that Alphonse could never fill on his own, even though they'd agreed to each other as all they had; all that was necessary-
But that didn't change the fact of the matter; the truth that shadows were peeling away from, that gained light slowly, and now Alphonse could see.
Edward Elric was always, unfalteringly, looking ahead.
There was nothing else but the future; Edward never circled back to anything.
But he always returned to Roy Mustang.