R/E: Purpose
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bard_linnSummary: Roy knew Edward needed something.
Warning: Roy/Ed, fluff, silliness. PG-13ish
Set in the same universe as Waking Dream (cowrite), The Grand Struggle and Soft bykytyngurl2. Used with permission.
Purpose
Ed flopped down on the bed, immediately grabbing a very worn pillow that might have once been a blue color, but had long ago faded due to excessive washing. Roy merely sighed at the sight. “Aren’t you too old for that now?”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Ed replied, giving Roy a sharp look. The older man didn’t raise a hand to his white hair, but he understood what Edward meant. They made an odd couple. Well, they had ALWAYS made an odd couple, but these days even more so. Roy sat down on the bed and pulled the pillow away from Ed’s hands. He placed his hands on the blond’s shirt, tracing the scar he knew lay underneath the fabric.
”Edward?” A single dark eye stared at the mark marring his lover’s chest, shocked at the scar that had not been there before the younger alchemist's journey into another world. A world that Ed had only recently returned from. “What happened?”
Ed hesitated a moment, then slowly told him.
Ed’s second chance at life had come at a price. After Al had resurrected him, he hadn’t aged at all. He remained frozen at the age of sixteen, preserved despite having travelled through two worlds. Bitterly, the not so young man wondered how long it would take until his body began to disintegrate, the way his father’s had.
Edward watched Roy slowly lay down, carefully masking his concern. The man’s old wounds, particularly those from his battle with Pride, had become more painful as he had grown older, slowing his movements. It had caused Ed no little worry; threats of attack often bothered him deeply, as he was well aware that many still hated his lover. He had been very protective, not willing to take any chances, even if Roy could still use his signature gloves at this age.
“Edward, I want you to promise me something.” Roy’s voice broke Ed out of his dark thoughts.
“What?”
“Promise not to bring me back.”
Edward froze. “Roy, what the hell do you mean?”
“Edward- ” Roy most certainly didn’t want to have this conversation, now or ever, but it was necessary. “Sooner or later I will die. And I want you to promise me you won’t do something stupid.” Again.
Edward tightened his hands, one of flesh and one of metal. He glared at the man besides him. “We don’t need to talk about this.”
“Yes we do.”
In earlier years, Ed would have fought. Quite likely, physically attacked Roy, an event that would probably lead to great make up sex. But age and experience had taught him how to restrain his anger. “I learned my lesson, Roy.”
Roy wasn’t stupid. He knew Edward, possibly better than anyone, given Al had lost his memory of the years the Elrics had searched for the Philosopher Stone. Ed lived for a purpose; he couldn’t exist without one. For years it had been his brother. After his successful return and seeing Al settled down safely, Ed had turned his focus to Roy. He spent most of the rest of his life protecting Al and Roy, and furthering Roy’s goals to further evict the corruption that had taken root within Amestris’ government. With Roy’s death – and Al’s that would undoubtedly follow afterwards – Ed would be purposeless again. “Edward, we have a legacy. I expect you to protect it. By any means necessary.”
The former Fullmetal Alchemist smiled slowly and nodded. He understood what Roy meant, of course. And chances where he also understood what Roy was doing. “To our legacy then.”
“Speaking of which, you'd better get some sleep. You have an early day tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Ed grabbed the pillow again and snuggled up against his lover.
“Edward. That’s my pillow.”
“I know.”
“Aren’t you too old for that?”
“Didn’t we just have this conversation?”
Warning: Roy/Ed, fluff, silliness. PG-13ish
Set in the same universe as Waking Dream (cowrite), The Grand Struggle and Soft by
kytyngurl2. Used with permission. Purpose
Ed flopped down on the bed, immediately grabbing a very worn pillow that might have once been a blue color, but had long ago faded due to excessive washing. Roy merely sighed at the sight. “Aren’t you too old for that now?”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Ed replied, giving Roy a sharp look. The older man didn’t raise a hand to his white hair, but he understood what Edward meant. They made an odd couple. Well, they had ALWAYS made an odd couple, but these days even more so. Roy sat down on the bed and pulled the pillow away from Ed’s hands. He placed his hands on the blond’s shirt, tracing the scar he knew lay underneath the fabric.
”Edward?” A single dark eye stared at the mark marring his lover’s chest, shocked at the scar that had not been there before the younger alchemist's journey into another world. A world that Ed had only recently returned from. “What happened?”
Ed hesitated a moment, then slowly told him.
Ed’s second chance at life had come at a price. After Al had resurrected him, he hadn’t aged at all. He remained frozen at the age of sixteen, preserved despite having travelled through two worlds. Bitterly, the not so young man wondered how long it would take until his body began to disintegrate, the way his father’s had.
Edward watched Roy slowly lay down, carefully masking his concern. The man’s old wounds, particularly those from his battle with Pride, had become more painful as he had grown older, slowing his movements. It had caused Ed no little worry; threats of attack often bothered him deeply, as he was well aware that many still hated his lover. He had been very protective, not willing to take any chances, even if Roy could still use his signature gloves at this age.
“Edward, I want you to promise me something.” Roy’s voice broke Ed out of his dark thoughts.
“What?”
“Promise not to bring me back.”
Edward froze. “Roy, what the hell do you mean?”
“Edward- ” Roy most certainly didn’t want to have this conversation, now or ever, but it was necessary. “Sooner or later I will die. And I want you to promise me you won’t do something stupid.” Again.
Edward tightened his hands, one of flesh and one of metal. He glared at the man besides him. “We don’t need to talk about this.”
“Yes we do.”
In earlier years, Ed would have fought. Quite likely, physically attacked Roy, an event that would probably lead to great make up sex. But age and experience had taught him how to restrain his anger. “I learned my lesson, Roy.”
Roy wasn’t stupid. He knew Edward, possibly better than anyone, given Al had lost his memory of the years the Elrics had searched for the Philosopher Stone. Ed lived for a purpose; he couldn’t exist without one. For years it had been his brother. After his successful return and seeing Al settled down safely, Ed had turned his focus to Roy. He spent most of the rest of his life protecting Al and Roy, and furthering Roy’s goals to further evict the corruption that had taken root within Amestris’ government. With Roy’s death – and Al’s that would undoubtedly follow afterwards – Ed would be purposeless again. “Edward, we have a legacy. I expect you to protect it. By any means necessary.”
The former Fullmetal Alchemist smiled slowly and nodded. He understood what Roy meant, of course. And chances where he also understood what Roy was doing. “To our legacy then.”
“Speaking of which, you'd better get some sleep. You have an early day tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” Ed grabbed the pillow again and snuggled up against his lover.
“Edward. That’s my pillow.”
“I know.”
“Aren’t you too old for that?”
“Didn’t we just have this conversation?”
