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Blue Skies
His brother's eyes are golden. This is the only difference between them; Heidrich knows this because Edward has often spoken of it, though indirectly and not through comparisons to Heidrich's own. His eyes are blue: pale and lovely and desirable in their own way, though he regrets, truly regrets for them to be not several shades darker, and of a different primary color altogether.
So he tries not to take offense, truly tries, when Edward's eyes remain firmly and forever closed when he holds him in his arms. Heidrich does not ask for Edward's attention when their midnight activities peak in their pleasure; he knows he does not think of him, and thus would not see him, no matter the obvious paleness of his eyes.
"Al," Edward whispers into his hair, and Heidrich has to bite his tongue, or his lips, or the inside of his cheek to keep from responding, "Brother," and giving Edward what he wants.
Edward wants his brother, Alphonse.
Alphonse Elric.
Not him.
"Al…" he murmurs into Heidrich's damp collarbone after he collapses above him. "…love you. So much…"
Heidrich feels like dying.
"I love you too…" he says, and withholds his lover's name. That night, he dreams, as he dreams every night, in some sort of gruesome reward for his optimism that someday Edward will hold him and love him and think of him when he cries out into the night. A glinting dawn rises on the landscape of his dreams, and breaks into day, pale and beautiful above him. And when he stares up through the brilliance, it is the color of relief when he sees nothing at all.