Roy is a Blind Ed's Guardian, to make life easier for the boy, the Colonel ends up getting Ed help of the canine kind.
Oh my god this is my first fanfiction and I'm really nervous, I have never written anything before. I love FMA and have always wanted to do a Parental!Roy Ed story. Particuly blind Ed. I wanted to do something that is relatively peaceful and post-suffering. Though there is some sad parts after this. Sorry this part is so short I just would like to gauge my ability haha!
After everything the young man had been through, you'd think a life of peace and quiet would be out of the question for Edward.
It was early morning, well at least Ed thought, judging from the call of a morning blackbird out of the slightly ajar window. Being blind meant it was a little more than difficult to tell a particular time of day. But he made due with learning the sounds and smells that occurred only at certain moments. The smell of morning dew outside was a sign, maybe 6? 7am?
He had made his way carefully down the stairs with his stick, from his bedroom opposite a room with a well meaning but incredibly loud snoring Colonel. Ed decided against waking him so early since he knew things had been busy at the office, everyone panicking over paperwork, the usual. That was one thing Ed was glad he didn't have to do anymore, now that he was in early retirement.
"Ten...eleven...twelve.." He counted the steps before he knew he was at the end of the old, slightly intimidating staircase. He couldn't count the amount of times he had fallen down these stairs when he first went blind, damn near broke his neck once. Ed shuddered at the thought and relieved to be making his way to the kitchen/living room. 'Tap tap tap' the stick went against the wall until no tap was heard, and turn. Into the living room he had mapped out in his head. Two couches surrounded a large oak coffee table. He knew the room from before his accident, it was simple, but homely, wooden slats on the floor and brick walls. A large window filled the room with sunlight that was warm and comforting on Edward's face. A small smile broadened. The room was big enough to maneuver without bumping into things so frequently. Using the large bookcases that adorned the walls, Ed trailed his hands gently across the spines of books as he made his way to the kitchen. The kitchen was attached to the living room, only difference being the floor turned to a tile that Ed found quite cold on his socks in the morning 'yep it's definitely early'.
In the beginning Roy had been a pretty crap caretaker by Ed's standards, and they weren't that high...but slowly the Colonel had learned to help out, even when he wasn't around. Ed placed his hands across the kitchen counter and found himself gripping a bag of bread. A knife, peanut butter and a plate were placed neatly beside it. The work of the Colonel, of course. He placed his walking stick down by his side and began work on his breakfast. For some reason he had gotten addicted to peanut butter sandwiches lately. He presumed it was because of the strong smell and texture, crunchy of course. Anything that felt substantial, was comforting. Texture was important to him, it was how he perceived everything around him, which made going outside a little scary. 'Think about that later…' Ed mumbled to himself.
Ed took his plate and sandwich to the couch, making sure not to sit on the wrong one, one was way too soft for his liking and it made Ed feel queezy. 'A couch making me feel queezy? Am I that lame?' But solid really did suit Ed better. Stability was important in any sense.
Ed sat in silence, chewing slowly on his food as his mind wandered. He could hear a stir upstairs as Roy turned in his creaky bed. 'How long had it been now? Two years?' Ed thought. Living with Roy had been a nightmare at first but, as his guardian until Ed's 18th, he had to just put up with it. He had suffered greatly after his trauma, losing eyesight in both eyes at 15 was harder than losing his two limbs when he was just a small child. He was covered in battle scars, but these were the worst. Ed shook his head, almost like he could knock the thoughts enough they would fall out of his ears. He didn't like letting his mind wander back to when he lost the most precious thing in his life, and it wasn't his eyesight.
End of the first chapter, sorry it's so short but any reviews would be nice^_^ Thank you! I have lots more to write!