As far as you know, you're stuck in a dream world in which you do not want to escape. Snow swirls around you in blurry light flakes and your breath gathers in a steam cloud above your head and it slowly trails behind you as you walk through the deep snow, feeling the bite of the cold slowly sink into your skin. The snow is obscuring your view and you feel annoyance biting at the back of your mind begging to show itself but you hastily swallow it back as your pace quickens. The dream seems terribly- terribly real but an odd sense of warmth fills your body when your eyes spot the large cabin and you hurry over grabbing the brass handle with your steel arm.
It's warm inside, as embers in the fire place crackle and slowly die out. You waste no time looking for whoever has inhabited the cabin- although you're quite positive you know who's been here- and you head to the fire to warm the frozen limbs attached to your body. Slowly peeling off your hood, you shake the snow off your head and shoulders as it reduces to liquid on the floor.
'Edward...?'
When you hear a voice behind you, you whip around causing your light golden hair to bounce off your back and drape off your shoulder. All that you're capable of is staring in awe at the dark haired, midnight blue eyed man before you. You open your mouth to speak and as the first words begin to slip past your lips-
With eyes quickly fluttering open and cursing the sudden brightness in the room from the open window across the room, you sit up and rub your forehead. The fringe of your hair tickles your face and the rest had hung in a messy braid which tugged and pulled in certain spots only annoying you further. "What the hell was that," the words echo off the walls as you try to recall the dream, seeing if anything was different (as this was a reoccurring dream which you had almost every night since being thrown into this parallel world) but all you could think of was the man with the dark hair and eyes who looked exactly like-
"Brother are you awake?" Al had interrupted your thoughts by peeking in the slightly open door of your room. "Yeah, what is it..?" You tilt your head blinking a few times allowing your eyes to focus better, the sunlight was not helping and you made a mental note to close the shades later. "I made breakfast, and I don't want yours to go cold so once you're dressed and washed up come down and eat." Al smiled that warm, reassuring smile that you always loved and closed the door with a 'click.'
As you rushed around your tiny room throwing on clothes- that didn't smell bad- wondering about what had just transpired in oddly comforting dream trying to add everything up as to what your subconscious was trying to tell you, but so far all the key factors were fire, and dark; almost black, but comforting, warm eyes. Once you splash cold water on your face and stay there with your hands plastered to your face, it takes a while but when it finally comes to you, the realization was worse than being plunged into ice cold water. Your heart skips a few beats and you want to scream.
'..Roy Mustang!'
/AN; wow gomen this chapter is really short but i just had to post this before i forget about it ; v ; just a warning, this may turn more mature in later chapters so if that's not your thing then im sorry y v y