Walking in a Dream
Disclaimer: I still don't own it, buddy.
Summary: I must be dreaming.
Rating: K
I must be dreaming. Either that, or I have died suddenly, or perhaps an anvil has fallen from the sky and landed on my head, because there is no possible way that what I'm seeing could be real.
I must be dreaming, because the people sitting in the chairs on either side of the aisle, all of them turning to smile at me, would never approve of this. I must be dreaming, because Roy Mustang is standing at the end of the aisle, wearing a ridiculous robe and an officiary's cap. I must be dreaming, because the sky is not that shade of blue, and there is no way that my favorite flowers are spread all over the aisle. I must be dreaming, because a love song is playing quietly in the background, someone must have started it when I walked in.
And I must be dreaming, because my brother, the Fullmetal Alchemist, Alchemist of the People, and the man I've been in love with since forever, is standing at the end of the aisle, dressed in the military blues he's finally grown into, smiling at me as though I am the most important thing in the world and making me feel like I'm the only one here.
I must be dreaming, because it feels like I'm floating down to aisle, my feet not even touching the ground. Because Brother is holding my hand and Mustang is saying something and Ed's lips are moving and I'm supposed to say something back but I think I left my voice behind. I'm choking around the words but I have to say them, I have to, because, dream or not, this is the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me.
"I do."
And our lips touch softly and the bolt of electricity that runs through me restarts my heart, and I know I'm not dreaming.