I don't really like song-fics, but I thought I should give it a try considering that I love this song!
In the embers, by sleeping at last.
We live and we die
Like fireworks
Ed listened to the bombs as they went off all over the city causing chaos and bloodshed wherever the flames were seen. It was his fault that they had gone through, that they had made their way through the damn gate. And it was his responsibility to get them out, to close the gate, to set this tragedy right. To make up for his fatal mistake.
Our legacies hide
In the embers
Roy looked at the sky above him, burning the color orange, the color that was his trademark.Fire. The city was aflame, and it was all his fault, if he hadn't sent all those soldiers back towards headquarters, if he had distributed them throughout the city... they wouldn't have been in the situation that they were in. It was his fault.
May our stories catch fire
And burn bright enough
To catch God's eye
Al watched the building in front of him collapse, listening to the screams of the souls trapped inside. He was useless. He couldn't save those people in time, he couldn't save that little girl. As the dust cleared, he looked down at he bloodied teddy bear at his feet. If he hadn't opened up the gate none of this wouldn't have happened, all these deaths, were all his fault.
We live and we die
Scar watched the soldiers run past the alleyway, those stupid alchemists, those stupid Amestrians. IF only they hadn't trifled with the God's powers they wouldn't be in this mess. It was all their fault. IT was their fault that he had his brothers cursed arm. It was their fault that his people were all but whipped out. It was their fault that their was so much blood running down the sidewalks. It was all their fault.
Like fireworks
We pull apart the dark
He had to take down the main ship, it was the only way to save the rest of his country, the rest of his world. He would drive it back through the gate himself if he had too. He would leave the only place that he could call his home, he would leave the place where his love lived and breathed, he would leave his heart here, only to save it. He would save his world even if it killed him, for his brother, for Winry, for the Colonel, for the entire gang at HQ. He would save them.
Compete against the stars
With all of our hearts
Al started walking, walking, walking. He started running, whipping the tears from his eyes as he did. He would grow stronger. He would save his brother, he would close the gate, he would do anything to keep him here safe. He will close the gate and save the rest of the country and his friends, he would save grandma Pinako and Winry. He WOULD save them, no matter the cost.
Till our temporary brilliance turns to ash
We pull apart the darkness while we can
Mustang held the wound at his side, he had to keep moving forward, he had to get to the command center and take control. He had to make things turn for the better, make things run smoothly again, in order to save them. He had to save them, he had no one else left. He would take down that damn ship, he would close that damn gate and keep Fullmetal here. He would succeed, there was no room for failure. He had to save them.
May we live and we die
A valorous life
Ed watched as the ship blew up as he fell towards the ground, the wind tearing at his clothes and hair. He had saved them. He cracked a smile, and let gravity take him, he had saved everyone and had no strength to save himself, but the strange thing was that he was content. He had accomplished all he had wanted too. Al had his body back, everyone he loved was safe, because he had saved them. And he was so tired.
May we write it all down
In cursive light
Roy looked out over the city, from the broken down HQ, watching the ship crash towards the ground. He had taken control. He had evacuated the civilians, and had given the soldiers someone to look to. He had helped take that shit out of the sky and put it where it belonged. In the flames, he look down towards the rejoicing soldiers, he was happy, he was tired.
So we pray we were made
In the image of a figure eight
Al watched as his brother fell from the sky. Why wasn't he trying to save himself! Why wasn't he moving! Why was he just letting himself fall to his death!? No! He wouldn't let this happen! He had just gotten this brother back and he would be damned if he let him go again so easily. Sprinting forward towards a pile of burning wood, he fashioned a cushioning balloon to catch his falling brother, making it huge and wide, in hopes of breaking the impact. He put too much effort into it. His vision was going black. Had he saved his brother? He couldn't see, he was so tired.
May we live and die
Scar watched the love between the two brothers, angrily at first, then in understanding. He had once loved his brother with that much. He had once showed so much desperation to save him. He was able to understand those blonde brothers before him. He could understand their wicked alchemy now, they were just trying to save each other from this evil world. Trying to protect, just like he once had. He understood.
Like fireworks
We pull apart the dark
Compete against the stars
With all of our hearts
Till our temporary brilliance turns to ash
We pull apart the darkness while we can
Mustang looked over the two beds with the Elrics' in front of him. Edward may have grown up, but the was just as selfless and reckless as he had been before. And Alphonse was on the fast track to being just like his elder sibling. What am I going to do with these two? Mustang sighed, the gate had closed shortly after part of the underground city had collapsed, mostly thanks to the crashing ship. He smiled to himself, watching the boys sleep. They had finally found each other again, the never-ending game of tug-o-war seemed to finally of ended. Mustang was glad to see Fullmetal again, glad to see the resting smile on the younger's face as he lay peacefully in his bed. He was glad.
Like fireworks
We pull apart the dark
Compete against the stars
With all of our hearts
Till our temporary brilliance turns to ash
We pull apart the darkness while we can
Edward and Al laughed as they sat across from each other, both still in the hospital, but that didn't dampen their joy. They had finally found their way back to each other and they were happy. Sure, Ed had a new bruise from hurting Winry's automail again, but what else was new. When they had woken up Mustang had told them about the gate, and how it was destroyed, and they were both relieved. Because even though Ed would of gladly left to close the gate again, he was relieved that he didn't have to leave all that he loved behind, and Al was grateful that his brother wasn't going to leave him again. They could start traveling again together, they could both use alchemy to improve the lives of those around them, they were excited, they were grateful, they were glad.
HEY HEY HEY! I hope that wasn't to horrible, I kind of liked it!
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Love ~Tempest96