flew too close

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Each INSULT, each ATTACK would only cause the homunculus grow EAGER to tear him apart. ( However, dearest Father is in need of him. ) A shame, she would have ENJOYED breaking skin and bone, see those wide eyes fade into THE BLEAKEST OF ALL. Alas, all Lust would do was HUNT HIM LIKE HER VICTIM, for he is needed alive, he is not needed FULLY. Lust could break him, bend him — SHATTER HIM, SO LONG AS HE REMAINED ALIVE.

She could chain him down like THE REAL DOG OF THE MILITARY HE WAS. However, as she followed his panicking steps, listening to his insults… All she could do was LAUGH.

( He thought he was being clever. Cute. )

She had been around for DECADES, she had walked these halls LONGER THAN HIS EXISTENCE. Once she spots him stumbling, she makes her move. Her claws activated, she aimed directly for his shoulder — ONLY TO CUT HIM PURPOSELY.

There was no need for a bloodbath; Lust could teach him a PAINFUL LESSON without the decay and bloodshed involved. SHE WOULD INSTILL FEAR DEEP IN HIS SOUL, make him hate her, make him SUFFER SWEETLY FOR HER.

She walks to hover over him, DAGGER LIKE NAILS LIGHTLY PIERCING THE BACK OF HIS SHOULDER, a laugh following soon after.

“ It appears I caught you, EDWARD ELRIC. ”

Light followed by a split instant of pain blipping through his shoulder, like a long needle had been jammed into his shoulder blade. Ed doesn’t need to turn or mull it over or run through the situation in his mind; he knows exactly what’s happened. Pinned like a wounded animal.

Think, Edward, damnit, think--!

Gritting his teeth, Ed wrenches his shoulder, feeling Lust’s claws rip out of their holding spot in his shoulder and drag through the flesh until finally freeing themselves from his body. His coat is all but ruined, shreds of red fabric coming to a resting place on the catwalk.

Expression darkening, Ed forces himself to turn and face his opponent. There’s nowhere else to run. Clapping his hands together, he elongates his automail arm into a sharpened blade of steel, expression transmogrifying into one that is surprisingly serious. Sweat bubbles up on his brow then traces a line down his cheek.

There’s no retort or attempt to save his pride. Instead Ed simply braces himself for the defensive, knowing Lust has caught him, that he has to merely buy time until he can GET AWAY. He extends his knife of a hand, rotating it beneath the fluorescent lights, eyes trained on the homunculus for her next move.

His back hurts.

A HEARTBREAKING TEXT.

raven’s going to be pissed, ed reasons when he finishes packing up all of his belongings. his room has been reduced to a pile of cardboard boxes, a carcass of the place he had lived in for most of his college life. it feels very lonely. this feels very lonely. ed stands in the doorway, eyes tracing over where he had kept his desk, his bed, his bookshelf, his gaming console. but of course there’s nothing to look at. just a sea of boring boxes.

he had been too scared to bring it up to her. alphonse’s condition had taken a turn for the worst and he needed to be moved to another hospital; one in another state, clear across the country. of course. because the moment a place starts to feel like home, it gets ripped out from underneath him. it had been stupid for ed to expect this time would be different.

but that’s not alphonse’s fault.

ed pinches the bridge of his nose and takes in a deep breath when one of the moving guys knocks on the door behind him to alert him of his presence. startled, ed moves to the side and lets him come in, effortlessly scooping up some of the heavier boxes in his giant arms before turning to go load it into the moving truck downstairs.

he takes out his phone, fingers pausing above the touchscreen.

TO: Rae 2:11 PM     hey so i didn’t really know how to bring this up but uh...i’m moving out. today. sorry. al’s condition got worse. they’re moving him to a hospital on the other side of the country, with really good doctors who can keep an eye on him better than they’re doing here. sorry i didn’t tell you.

    thanks for everything. i know you’re gonna be angry and honestly i don’t blame you. you know i suck at talking about things. haha

2:23 PM

A DRUNK TEXT.

ed talks. a lot. and drunk ed talks even more than that. it’s impressive, really, the rapid firing of neurons that goes on within the older elric’s brain, the fact that there’s no shortage of thoughts.

he’s very fucked up at the moment--being 5′4″ and mostly muscle thanks to his martial arts experience means alcohol grabs a hold of his bloodstream faster than he expects. and he’s at a frat party, which is boring, but had also meant free booze, but no one cares to hear about ed’s drunken ramblings about biochemistry or physics. so for the first time in his life, ed is quiet, shoulders slouching in the corner, composing a very important message to vy. and it’s not like vy will care about his opinions on schrodinger’s cat either, but realistically they’re also probably getting equally-fucked up somewhere else, so whatever. they could deal.

TO: vy 12:32 AM     you nvr put your phnoe on silent wtf     hello??????? i’m dyign f boredom heer and since i’m very very VERRRRRRRY drunk you know that means this party RLLY sukcs

12:35 AM     are you serious come oON schrodinger’s cat is like the coolest possible thought experiment pleease don’t make me throw a textboko a you       i know you’re a theatre kid at herat bt COME ONNNNNNN stop simpign for somee rndo

SHARING JOKES.

Miyao and Ed are similar enough that being around the red-head can either infuriate or calm him. That said, it isn’t often Gauntlet Knights get to be around one another, so Ed is relishing in being able to talk to someone so like him.

Miyao is telling a joke.

Ed’s expression falls into a large and overbearing grin too wide for his face and dimpling his cheeks, the skin by his eyes wrinkling. Above them the sun is hot and heavy. Edward barely notices it and a laugh erupts past his lips and filling the dense air as a cloud would--he is not meant to be small and unnoticeable. The cityscape stretches before them, a mottled layer of bricks, windows, and lights, stretching out beyond the horizon. The auditory ads sound muffled from this far away; it doesn’t matter, anyways. Right now it’s just the two of them, hanging out and being teens--right now, they are not soldiers. Just boys.

ok boomer

Not one to mask his features, displeasure seeps into the corners of Ed’s mouth, an irritated set of the brow firmly taking hold in his forehead. He leans back on a heel, hands disappearing into the deep set of his jacket pockets, letting the--what is Noctus supposed to BE, anyways? Chimera? Maybe. Whatever. Ed’ll think on it later.

“Okay, first off, you’re wrong.” That’s out of the way. “Second off, just ‘cause you don’t understand somethin’ doesn’t mean there aren’t principles and a science behind it.” Ed jabs the air sharply with a finger, then two, to accentuate his point. Even the rules behind alchemy can be broken--Scar is proof of that. The homunculi are proof of that.

“For an ‘alchemist’ you’re awfully close-minded,” Ed says with a shrug of his shoulders, but his eyes brim more good-naturedly with this comment. “Where are you even from?” Xing’s alkahestry is different from Amestrian alchemy in almost every single possible way, but they were still derivative of the same thing...perhaps Noctus’s alchemy is the same way.