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fmaversedr2012-01-23 01:49 am
parallelric) wrote in fmaversedr2012-01-23 01:49 am
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[ This must be a dream. It really doesn't make sense to just... arrive in some city he doesn't recognize. Everything about it screams old, from the architecture to the cars. Which makes things even more confusing. Which makes it seem even more like a dream.
Maybe he's brother was right about him spending too much reading their grandfather's journal. Because this place, this strange dream place seems like what he imagined what imaginary world of "Amestris" to be like. The world his grandfather spoke of so often in his journal. The world that Grandpa Elric told him, Ed, and Rosalie about as bedtime stories.
So if it's a dream, how does he wake up? What is making him dream up something like this? Is it the stress from trying to hide his and his brother's relationship from their parents and the world? Is it the stress from leaving his brother in the mall, having run away and not looking back.
No doubt, Rosalie would have a few choice words for him about it all...
But more importantly, the strangest thing about this dream is that pinching himself seems to have no affect. It's cold too, the sidewalks and streets filled with snow and all he's in is his school uniform. Can you get sick in a dream, he wonders. Because if it's possible, it's probably only a matter of time, considering how easily he gets sick anyway.
So now he's just... wandering around. Hoping to find someplace warm where he won't feel silly standing in a corner. Hoping to maybe see a familiar face. ]
Maybe he's brother was right about him spending too much reading their grandfather's journal. Because this place, this strange dream place seems like what he imagined what imaginary world of "Amestris" to be like. The world his grandfather spoke of so often in his journal. The world that Grandpa Elric told him, Ed, and Rosalie about as bedtime stories.
So if it's a dream, how does he wake up? What is making him dream up something like this? Is it the stress from trying to hide his and his brother's relationship from their parents and the world? Is it the stress from leaving his brother in the mall, having run away and not looking back.
No doubt, Rosalie would have a few choice words for him about it all...
But more importantly, the strangest thing about this dream is that pinching himself seems to have no affect. It's cold too, the sidewalks and streets filled with snow and all he's in is his school uniform. Can you get sick in a dream, he wonders. Because if it's possible, it's probably only a matter of time, considering how easily he gets sick anyway.
So now he's just... wandering around. Hoping to find someplace warm where he won't feel silly standing in a corner. Hoping to maybe see a familiar face. ]
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Because really, it was as if he was never going to go home.
It was all pretty basic, hey welcome to Central. Did you see the sign? How can I help you get accumulated? at this point.
The irony would strike him most amusing if he picked up on it, taking another drag from his cigarette before approaching the kid. Having spent all that time seeing his brother's face in strangers on the streets, and now seeing his actual brother... All he saw was a stranger.]
Hey- [Ed flicked his cigarette into the snow, stamping it out before raising golden eyes to the boy once more. Now that he was closer, that uniform sure did look strangely familiar... Like nagging deja vu in the back of his mind.]
You look lost.
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And the very thought of his brother's lips prompts a blush that he tries to fight down. It's cold, he says, He's shivering and the cold is making his cheeks red. But at least he can manage a slightly reprimanding tone. ]
Brother, I thought you quit. Why are you smoking in my dream?
OH GOD. WE'RE ALL GOING TO PRETEND THAT SAYS ACCLIMATED AND I'M NOT A COMPLETE MORON.
He has to quirk a brow at the tone though, smirking faintly despite himself. The first thing they should worry about is getting warm, he can give the kid the rundown inside somewhere more comfortable.]
You're going to freeze, come inside and I'll explain. [As best he can anyway.
A quick glance around finds the closest safe option: a small cafe two doors down. Motioning for the other boy to follow him, he walked over - holding the door for his brother to enter first.]
that's totally what it says what are you talking about
Chafing his arms, he follows Ed until they get to the cafe, which he ducks inside and waits for his brother. ]
I swear I didn't take any Nyquil this time. I don't understand... This is the weirdest dream I've ever had.
yepp
[Something to take the chill out. Something the poor kid can spit all over the place when Ed tells him what the reality of his current situation is.
Then he realizes the Al said something, golden eyes turn to him - fraction of the way to actually looking at him when the words register and he stiffens, golden eyes going wide.
After a moment, Ed catches his breath to speak again. Barely.
That uniform does look very familiar.]
Are you... sure it's not my dream-?
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I think it's my dream. I probably fell asleep reading Grandpa Elric's journal again...
[ And the thought makes him pause once more, stomach tightening at the thought. Everything had gone wrong for Grandpa Elric, so much that it had practically seeped into his own life. Into his relationship with Edward. Enough so that he'd fled his brother's presence, afraid for what the future might hold... A rush of guilt flows through him. ]
I've been worried history will repeat itself, so maybe... this is my subconscious telling me that it is.
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That would not have ended well.
The look Ed gives him at that point might remind him of the pleading in his expression at the mall. This can not be happening.
He swallows. Voice hoarse when he speaks.
If he can believe this- believe that it's really happening, believe that's really his brother sitting across from him at that table. Even if it was only his brother from some 'other' reality, that it's his Al, not an Alphonse or an Alfons.
Alex.
It brings all the emotions of the last time he saw him crashing back.] ... Alex?
This isn't a dream.
[Maybe even here, he'd want nothing to do with him.]
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Not a dream? But this place... It looks like something out of Grandpa's stories.
[ That's part of the logic he's using. Another part of him is afraid that if it isn't a dream, that he'll have to acknowledge that the brother in front of him is real too. And just after what he'd done at the mall...
And his heart aches. Part of him wants this to be his brother. He's already been missing him, so much so that it hurts. He still loves Edward so much, but fear is holding him back and making it hard for him to reach out and touch like he so desperately wants to.
Color forms under his cheeks and tears begin to form in his eyes. Tears he's determined to not let fall. ]
It has to be a dream, because otherwise... [ He chokes. ]
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But, then there are those tears. The tears his brother is fighting back, and instead of the mall he's thinking about their bedroom. About the night that he'd complicated Al's life by admitting his feelings, and he could feel his chest ache the same as it had that night. The willingness to do anything to stop Alex from hurting, to not be a source of his pain. This was all his fault.
So when he sees his brother fighting off tears, choking on his words. It has to be a dream, because otherwise...
Otherwise- Al's going to go running out of his life again. He didn't know how long it had been for his brother, but he didn't sound like someone that hadn't seen Ed in a long time.
For Edward it was years, years since he wound up here after Al ran out of the mall on him. And in his mind he was already seeing him do it, again. He could already see Alex scrape the chair back and dart out once more into the snow-
but things were different here. Alex didn't have a home to run off to this time.
So Ed clears his throat, before his brother can find the words to finish that thought. Voice soft, like he didn't know how to use it anymore. Trying so hard not to look as wretchedly pathetic as he felt. One more time.]
Al... Let me help you get set up. I'll help you find a place to stay, make sure you're safe. It- might be a long time before we can go home... Then- if you don't ever want to see me again, I'll leave.
Just don't- try to take all this on by yourself. Please, Al. You never have to see me again if you don't want to, just- let me help you first.
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But, of course, it's obvious. He made Ed think that by running away. He'd made Ed think he didn't want to be with him. All because he was scared and frightened they'd get caught or worse. It was supposed to make them happy, but instead... He'd just made things worse. ]
What? No! I don't— I didn't mean...
[ Raising a sleeve to scrub at his eyes, he shakes his head hard, making his ponytail swish with the movement. God, he's made such a mess of things and has only himself to blame. ]
I'm sorry... This is all my fault. I made you think that—
[ He hiccups around the tears, digging the heel of his palms into his eyes to stop the tears. ]
I was afraid, Brother! Edward, I was afraid we'd get caught or- or- or I'd get you in trouble! Don't you see? Grandpa Elric's life was a mess because of his relationship with his brother... What if we end up the same? I didn't...