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Al thought that it was possible some people might have taken more time to mourn. In fact, he'd seen it happen. No, in fact, he'd done it himself, after Miss O-Ren had disappeared from the island, leaving him only a letter. But... not for his brother. He had never mourned for his brother. Because he'd always known it wasn't a permanent loss ( Read more... ) -
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they grow up so fast....
There were days Alphonse woke up and didn't think about alchemy. They weren't frequent, but they existed, and came mostly when it was a holiday or birthday and he found himself scrambling to come up with a gift. Most of his time was well taken up and dedicated to medicine, which wasn't something he had ever imagined doing as a boy, but had found ( Read more... ) -
whahappen?
Al was aware that there was a dull kind of ache in his head, and also that the light wherever he was was bright enough to sting, even through closed lids. His eyebrows drew together, slightly, and he squinted as he blinked his eyes open. He felt a little disoriented, but awake ( Read more... ) -
Familiar Faces
Al had gone to the compound to get some things for the cart residents' dinner, and hand come away with a slew of instructions from Duo to be delivered in as firm a tone as he could manage (so Duo had specified) to Ed. He stretched, holding his bag over his shoulder, as he walked, breathing in the afternoon air. It was a great day, and warm enough ( Read more... ) -
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The night hadn't been too bad. Al had found a thick enough canopy of trees to sleep under, in a very sandy patch of the woods. It was dry, and soft, and he'd slept hard, and deeply. When he'd woken himself he considered going to the compound for food, but decided to press on and start looking Ed along the stretch of the beach he hadn't gotten to ( Read more... )