I wrote this for a contest on livejournal, it was using song lyrics.
I used the lyrics of Time Code by Bright Eyes (my favorite band, of course).
I'm going to make this the first chapter of my own Royai drabbles. This one's a bit angsty, but they won't all be that way. I've been in a writing mood lately, so sorry for all the posts!
I do not own FMA and I never will.
Contrast and Compare
The blackness of night has fallen over Central like a velvet curtain at this hour. Dusk. Long black coat, safeguards him from the sweeping, icy wind. They walk arm-in-arm to his place. Black, unkempt hair contrasted by her smooth, golden locks splayed on her shoulders. He realizes this contrast is similar to the raven sky and the white snow on the ground: two separate elements seemingly intertwined as one.
They trade glances and smile occasionally. Each time he stares in her large, earthy eyes, he thinks he's so much closer now.
They finally arrive at his house. Shutting the wintry wind out, but the weather still finds a way in, white snow trailing on their boots in the unlit house. He doesn't want to use his alchemy in front of her, so he lights a match, holds it to a piece of paper and throws the paper-engulfing flame onto wood in the fireplace. He watches the orange, red, and yellow burn and battle against the murkiness of the room.
Drink liquid clocks
He pours crimson wine in a glass for her; she takes small sips from the glass. From a bottle he swigs the harsh, brown whiskey. She speaks softly and he can hear her but he's not listening, if he doesn't decipher her words, then it's just sound. He nods his head and stares, appreciating her beauty. He's so much closer he reminds himself.
He lays on top of her now. White bed sheets veil them from the dark room. She turns on the lamp on his nightstand, allowing the orange glow to give her a better look at his onyx hair and eyes. He quickly leans over and shuts it off and the darkness overtakes the room once more. He's so much closer this way. He lays a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiles and takes his offering. In this blissful action, he closes his eyes and sees her face in his thoughts as he rhythmically rocks on top of this woman. He feels content and he savors this grand moment of pleasure. He's brought back to reality when she breaks him out of his thoughts as she vocalizes her unfamiliar voice. "I'm glad I met you. Most men I meet at the bar only want to bed me, but you're a gentleman."
Crystal display, can't turn it off.
Released from his trance, he eyes the golden haired woman he sways on top of and reality reminds him that it's not her. With similar features, she's so much closer to her than others in the past.
With his thumb he softly brushes over her lips and whispers in her ear, "Shh…sh-shhhh... Don't, talk, don't talk."
His eyes shut tight again and he lets the carousel of her images rotate in his mind again.
Sometimes it's easier to pretend.