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Note: As it said in the summary this is a set of drabbles for the violet set of prompts on the 7rainbowprompts community on LiveJournal. All genres and ratings (asides from M --- Edit: not many M. All ratings.) can be expected.
Spoilers for the movie, in this one. Done for the prompt Time To Spare.
All the Time in the World
It was like that feeling of knowing someone, even if you'd never met them before. You'd know them because someone talked about them a lot, or maybe you had dreamt about them…
Or maybe you already knew them because they were you.
It was the strangest thing, you know? See yourself lying in a pool on blood on the floor, everyone around looking scared – horrified.
And yet Alphonse, when in that very situation, could only stare, completely dumbfounded, entirely unsure of what to do, of what to say.
He pulled away from his older brother, and stumbled, in shocked silence, toward the body on the ground, pushing through the crowd to kneel next to the boy who shared his face as he lay there, bleeding away his life.
Alphonse timidly reached out a hand, brushing his fingers against the pale face…
…To his surprise, a weak and chilled hand moved up to grab his wrist, and heavy eyelids opened, slowly, to reveal dull, blue eyes – eyes that must've once been filled with so much life, "Brother…?" came the hushed whisper, followed by a light cough.
"No…" Alphonse said sadly, feeling the poor boy's plea tug at his heart strings, "No, I'm Edward's little brother." He gently ran his hand along the 'older' boy's cheek, moving his index finger to gently rest across the lips of the dying blonde.
The older boy – the other Al – laughed bitterly, "I," he coughed a little again, a bit of blood building up at the corner of his mouth, "I've heard a-a lot about you, you know…"
"I can imagine." Alphonse smiled lightly, realizing how well they both knew each other – they knew each other because they were the same, because they dreamed of the other (Alphonse always would remember the dreams of living with his brother, studying those strange sciences), and because of Edward, the final common link, "Now shush." He reprimanded quietly, "Don't speak."
"But I only have-" the older blonde began…
Alphonse cut his objection off with his lips, pressing his gently to the blood stained ones, causing a series of gasps through out the room. Pulling back, he smiled at the shocked look on the other's face, "Shush." He repeated, "You…we…have all the time in the world…"
The German boy's confusion faded, and a light smile drifted across his lips as his eyes closed.