.....Today This Ends.....

[a_souls_shell]

[Scritch-scratch. Scrape-rub. On go the sounds of an artist toiling away, echoing through the little corner of a tavern this one has stolen.

He probably won't realize anyone's around; considering how engrossed this one is in drawing...well, someone from memory

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[failed_alchemy]

*it's not his Al, but oh well... it can't be too different of an Al, right...?*

...hey, Al.

What are you drawing there...?

[a_souls_shell]

[And away goes whatever Alphonse's pens had been creating. This sliver of parcement is covertly slipped inbetwix the pages of a nearby novel during the distraction of his acknowledgement of the man. In turning and shuffling papers about, that article out to go unnoticed; permitting Al to face that tell-tale tone. It's a voice which he'd recognize be it whether caught in the heart of a storm, dark of night or even the depths of absolute unconsciousness

[failed_alchemy]

*watching this with some concern...he's never seen Al quite like this before. And it's definitely not normal.*

...Al...? It's just me, Ed... *trying to get a look at Al's face now, tilting his head and shifting just slightly forward.* Well...one of them. Are you okay...?

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[a_souls_shell]

[Trying to make eye contact is the last thing Alphonse is holding his breath for. Though Edward's effort is valiant, and driven by the purest intentions: It's salt in an open wound for this fellow.]

[gotothestars]

*Alfons blinks at him for a moment, stopping and giving him a look, pulling her long blond hair back behind her neck.*

.......................

*She doesn't say anything, but rather, watches him, almost entranced by the movements of his hands as he was drawing.*