And it hits you so much harder than you thought [complete]
Characters: Edward Elric, Winry
Time: Late afternoon
Location: Lima bean structure
Content: Fullmetal Alchemist, checking in.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Ed's personality. Uh. Some blood. And likely some spoilers.
He’s shaking from pain and exhaustion. His nerves of his right shoulder are screaming from the lack of automail connecting to them; his left arm continues to lose more blood as he tries to shift free, but he stops his struggle at the horror laid out before him. “What are you doing?” Edward whispers, eyes widening in disbelief. He stares, panicked and numb, at his brother’s armor surrounded by May’s kunai, the same ones that surround the empty space against the concrete where his right arm should be.
Ed’s a swift thinker, even in a crisis. He gets it. Everything is right before him and he gets it, that academic in him. That doesn’t mean emotionally he gets it. It doesn’t mean he can even begin to understand what his brother is doing like that. “No… don’t…” He can’t lose Al. He just can’t. This isn’t happening. “Al!”
“Beat him, Brother.”
All of Ed’s body tenses when he hears the resounding clap, and he already knows he can’t convince Alphonse, but he’s begging that this isn’t happening - he yells, “STOP!!” with all his heart, but then there’s dizziness (he’s lost a lot of blood, his body is at its max, that is all) and he’s on his knees, in a street that isn’t made of Father’s ruin. His flesh hand drops knuckles to the pavement and he doesn’t know what happened, certainly it wasn’t what Al intended. There was no alchemy involved; he would have known it, recognized it because it was a thrumming part of him.
“Dammit… Dammit!” He beats his fist into the ground and then bites back a shout of pain. The metal that had embedded itself in his arm didn’t make the trip with him, but that doesn’t make anything any easier. “ALPHONSE!” His body tips and sways, off balance from losing the weight of the automail.
He needed to be there. He needed to fight.
Why the hell did this happen?!
He swears again.
Time: Late afternoon
Location: Lima bean structure
Content: Fullmetal Alchemist, checking in.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Ed's personality. Uh. Some blood. And likely some spoilers.
He’s shaking from pain and exhaustion. His nerves of his right shoulder are screaming from the lack of automail connecting to them; his left arm continues to lose more blood as he tries to shift free, but he stops his struggle at the horror laid out before him. “What are you doing?” Edward whispers, eyes widening in disbelief. He stares, panicked and numb, at his brother’s armor surrounded by May’s kunai, the same ones that surround the empty space against the concrete where his right arm should be.
Ed’s a swift thinker, even in a crisis. He gets it. Everything is right before him and he gets it, that academic in him. That doesn’t mean emotionally he gets it. It doesn’t mean he can even begin to understand what his brother is doing like that. “No… don’t…” He can’t lose Al. He just can’t. This isn’t happening. “Al!”
“Beat him, Brother.”
All of Ed’s body tenses when he hears the resounding clap, and he already knows he can’t convince Alphonse, but he’s begging that this isn’t happening - he yells, “STOP!!” with all his heart, but then there’s dizziness (he’s lost a lot of blood, his body is at its max, that is all) and he’s on his knees, in a street that isn’t made of Father’s ruin. His flesh hand drops knuckles to the pavement and he doesn’t know what happened, certainly it wasn’t what Al intended. There was no alchemy involved; he would have known it, recognized it because it was a thrumming part of him.
“Dammit… Dammit!” He beats his fist into the ground and then bites back a shout of pain. The metal that had embedded itself in his arm didn’t make the trip with him, but that doesn’t make anything any easier. “ALPHONSE!” His body tips and sways, off balance from losing the weight of the automail.
He needed to be there. He needed to fight.
Why the hell did this happen?!
He swears again.