[ log: girl!ed + al ]

[chemeia]

[ooc: continued from here.]

With me.

[ A quiet acknowledgement as their foreheads come together. Pulling her hands forward, they palm over Al's chest where, regrettably, she cannot feel the steady beating of Al's heart under her cold, steel fingers. But he's warm under the touch of her left hand, and that's enough

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[alkahestry]

[Fingers stroke reassuringly along Edward's temples as he continues to cradle his sister's head against his own. It goes without saying that he would do anything to stay by her side, he has in the path fought and given his life to be where he is now. Still, Edward's words as always highlight her impractical nature and her impatience. Traits that are ever endearing but a source of trouble. Leaving everything behind was trouble, they were far too important to the government and the military. One might have thought them commodities rather than actual human beings. Drawing a slow breath he nods, but look in his eyes is one that Edward would recongize to mean something different all together.]

Sister... you know we can't... at least not tomorrow. We're not prepared and others would surely follow.

[His fingers continue to caress softly, but in the back of his head he's already thinking and plotting.]We need to put our affairs in order and we need an alibi that will provide us with the necessary papers to leave the country. It'll take time

[chemeia]

Fucking pain in the ass...

[ An irritated huff, typical of her when things don't quite go her way, but even though her words are coarse and rough, her voice remains quiet. As if she can't bring herself to completely break the calm that's settled in their bathroom. She closes her eyes, releasing a slow breath like Al had taken one in, she gives the smallest of nods. Al can set things up and what he doesn't manage to pull off with his calm and thoughtful methods, she can always fix in her own ways. For now, however, she'll have to wait. As much as she dislikes the very idea. ]

A week. [ Her hold on him tightens just a little following a brush of lips against his. ] And... we can write a letter to Winry, to let her know. But after that...

[alkahestry]

[Edward's irritation is to be expected, having to wait on anything she wants never end sup being received well. He really wished he could just give in and do as she wanted, but if one of them didn't acknowledge how difficult it was then their plans would surely only be ruined down the line. As Edward repeats his very rough time frame, he nods slowly, drawing their foreheads against one another and pausing as Edward brings her lips against his own. The part about writing a letter to Winry makes him blink and look away. Leaving her and Granny behind would hurt the most.]

Mmm. She'll be mad.

[chemeia]

Yeah...

[ Still quietly. Part of her feels bad about that because, after all, Winry has been like a sister to her for so long. Winry has done so much for them both, and no doubt, she'll worry. But part of her (a part she wishes to squash), feels a bit relieved. The looks Winry gave her brother never went unnoticed, even if Al might have missed them. And before she'd fallen for her own brother, she'd thought it was a bit of simply rivalry she felt, the cause of her jealousy and not something more. She knows better now. Besides, even if Al every realized Winry's attentions, she doubts now her brother would ever accept them. They both love Winry dearly, but Al is willing to leave their world behind to follow her.

Her fingers curl to entwine with Al's, guiding them to her hips as a slow breath is forced through her nose. ]

She will. But she'll forgive us.