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Oct 13, 2008 20:14

WHO: Roy Mustang [miniskirtking] & Ed [ohshitnotmilk]; along with Winry and Al.
WHAT: Roy's taking care of sick!Ed
WHERE: Elric household
WHEN: Day 200; around noonish

( And she took his hand. )

Ω winry rockbell, place - housing district, Ω roy mustang, alphonse elric, edward elric

Comments 21

ohshitnotmilk October 14 2008, 02:48:48 UTC

Ed frowned the second Roy mentioned the couch. Ugh. That rotten thing; it was a huge pain in his ass. It was stiff in all the wrong places, and soft in all the wrong places he didn't want it to be. He had been close to beating the shit out of the thing more than once. But he didn't feel well; he didn't want to argue ( ... )

miniskirtking October 14 2008, 03:15:55 UTC

Roy wasn't too far behind Ed when he walked into the living room to lay on the couch. So he caught the looks that Ed gave as he took off his leg. The looks seemed to really tug at Roy's heart, now really noticing just how young the other really was. He stood there watching Ed for a little bit before he walked over to the table.

The soup, tea, and bowl was set on the table. Roy took a seat on the table as well, watching Ed. He thought it over, about to voice that the younger could stay in his room but held off. If the other showed that he hated the couch, he would give up his bed.

Until then..

He took up the pillows to pile them behind Ed, making sure he was propped up. He wrung out the cloth and folded it, setting the cold cloth onto Ed's hot forehead. "Don't move too much." he ordered, taking up the soup bowl. Roy was going to feed Ed. No matter how much he screamed and struggled.

"Open up."

ohshitnotmilk October 14 2008, 03:38:19 UTC

Ed glanced at the other, frowning on the look on Roy's face before he sighed and pulled the leg off and set it down against the side of the couch. It felt like there was a weight lifted off; there was nothing there to move, nothing there to be a problem or get in his way.

He fixed his pant leg again so it was pulled down; letting Mustang see the scarred flesh of his automail joint, or the inside of it, was too strange even if he had possibly at one point seen it.

"Mustang," He coughed. "Don't even try it. I can feed myself. And if you insist on feeding me like a baby, then I am not eating at all." He rolled his eyes, only to find that even doing that hurt. He groaned, leaning his head against the back of the couch with a heavy sigh.

miniskirtking October 14 2008, 04:34:20 UTC

Roy almost turned away seeing the scarred flesh, knowing just how much of a price Ed paid for what him and Al did. He took a deep breath and shook his head, looking back at Ed. He snorted, a small grin coming over his face. Oh he was going to feed Ed whether he liked it or not.

"I'm going to feed you. Because you aren't going to move. I don't care if I have to hold you down to feed you, I will." he replied, moving away from the table to sit on the couch right beside the younger alchemist.

He gave a look that clearly told Ed to hold still, lifting the spoon out of the bowl to press it against the blonde's mouth. "Open up."

ohshitnotmilk October 14 2008, 04:53:23 UTC

Ed growled, but he gave in and opened his mouth, eating the soup. Fucking Colonel! Honestly. That stupid fucking piece of shit -- Ed was going to destroy him! Stupid Bastard. UGH! As soon as the spoon left his mouth, he opened it again to shoot another remark. "Fine, but if this fucking gets brought up again I will gauge out your eye with something rusty--."

Suddenly there was a distant voice from his journal. A familiar voice; a woman. Ed seemed to recognize it immediately, even in his tired, flu-induced haze. He pushed himself up faster than he'd ever moved before. "Winry -- Winry! That's Winry's voice!" Ed yelled, ripping open his journal to the appropriate page ( ... )

Throwing Al and Winry in with the permission of Ed-mun? armored_alchemy October 14 2008, 14:06:11 UTC

With Ed sick in bed - and Roy keeping him there by means of force, which was not quite the tactic Al would have employed, but he appreciated the...sentiment, nonetheless - it was left to Al to go and fetch their childhood friend. Which was, of course, perfectly fine with him.

By means of near-sprinting down to the docks, he returned with Winry in tow in what might have been record time, grinning from ear to ear as he opened the door - having decided that he'd worry about the whole rooming situation later. Although...it might be easiest to put Nina in with him and Edward, leaving a room open for Winry. He really should get on making those new rooms in the basement...

"Brother!" he called, turning to take Winry by the hand - the motion as old and familiar as their friendship - and leading her in, heading off the cats with his legs and the ease of long-practice.

"Brother, I have her! Winry's here!"

Just so Ed is sitting up... Order; Al, Ed, Winry, Roy? >>' ohshitnotmilk October 14 2008, 20:50:19 UTC

As time passed, Ed had to be practically forced to finish the soup -- and the only way Mustang could get him to, was to let him eat it himself, and this time he was finally victorious in at least that. And, of course, he had to get back up onto the couch which wasn't that hard of a task for Ed at all.

The hardest task, of all, was to sit and wait.

Waiting.

Ed waiting.

Patience was not one of his best things; and it became obvious the more time passed. His hands had stopped trembling of fever, at least, with the knowledge that Winry was safe with Al. God, how long had it been, two years? And it wasn't like he ever saw a double of her in Munich or Romania, either.

As soon as the door opened, Ed was back to full attention. He snapped his head around to face the door, sitting up straight with his eyes wide and as alert as he was going to get given his state.

"Winry?!"