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Alexander James Elric ([personal profile] parallelric) wrote in [community profile] 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. ]
paintedelric: (cigarette)

[personal profile] paintedelric 2012-01-23 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[The first thing Ed sees as he's standing outside in the cold, shivering with his cigarette - is another Alphonse. During his time here it had been only natural that he'd eventually stop seeing his brother in every stranger, stop fearing having to face his brother ever again.

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.
paintedelric: (stressed)


[personal profile] paintedelric 2012-01-23 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Ed doesn't notice the blush, and if he does he's already excusing it as an affect of the cold weather.

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.]
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[personal profile] paintedelric 2012-01-23 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Ed steps into the cafe after Al, dusting the snow out of his hair before glancing at the menu curiously.] You want something hot?

[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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[personal profile] paintedelric 2012-01-23 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a good thing they hadn't ordered anything, because if Ed had a cup in his hand at the moment those words left his brother's lips, he would have dropped it.

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.


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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[personal profile] paintedelric 2012-01-23 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He watches his brother in silence, listens to his words and stays quiet as the younger Elric closes in on himself.

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.