Title: Frumpy
Fandom/ Pairing: Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/ Ed
Genre; Angst, Romance
Written for: The lovely Raychcons
Word Count: 250
FrumpyDirty. Ragged. Scarred. Frumpy.
When he first looks at the boy, wind running through ice-gold hair, scabs on his knees and laughing with velvet skies, Roy despises him but-
He is just a newborn, breathing life, gasping for air.
Golden. Half-child. Dirty. Still frumpy.
He is churning, seething, boiling, and Roy is amazed. Amazed at how grief, uneverlasting sorrow can debauch a soul. Roy wants to help him but but-
He is powerful now, and is still in repudiation.
Young. Alive. Scarred. Un-dirty.
Roy is a man now, himself. Evil, cold, dashing, yet a human. A human - which he was not earlier. And he is what Roy was earlier but-
He is half-demented, half-happy, and half-human, and half- automail.
Old. Young. Timeless. And human.
Roy is tired now, and the world is an evilinsane place. The vociferous screams of life and death startle him, agonize him, awake him, slow him. And Roy wants to see him but-
He has crossed the worlds and is no longer in his blackened soot heart.
Dead. Gone. Empty. Lifeless.
Roy is about to be ash now, melted in crucibles and charred by his own dark flames. His death is not a negation of his life. He was half-alive, dead, half-dead and alive every time.
And Roy wants to remember him but-
His lips brush across his young frail mind (trapped in an old body), like a memory imprisoned in stone.
And he goes to see the frumpy newborn again.