A/N: This is a part of the Biological Emotion's challenge. I have to write up four more before I've completed the challenge though.
Edward's eyes were a very defining part of his appearence. They set everything else about him off. So much so that if Edward's eyes were a different color, like green or blue or even brown, the boy himself wouldn't just be unrecognizable...He'd be a different person.
In the course of four years, his eyes have changed though. Still determined, still fierce, but they'd lost the fire-brand hue that they had when he'd first met the military. Four times they'd changed, just slightly, while Roy had been around. And the Colonel remembered all of them by heart. He remembered the time that he'd missed too, from stories he'd heard from Alphonse and Winry.
The first time they'd changed, Roy hadn't been there. He'd heard about it plenty of times though, knew the story by heart, and could barely picture what they would have looked like. Brilliant molten gold eyes that glimmered in the light, shining with a light that could seemingly never be put out. But then their mother died and they tried to bring her back and, as Alphonse had said once with a bitterness in his voice Roy had never heard come from him, they started to dull.
They were still a molten gold when he first joined Mustang's unit but the light that Alphonse had described, had admitted that he missed, wasn't there. They were still filled with a determination that made even Roy proud of him. And then he'd sold his soul to the military and watched an innocent girl die because of her father and they'd dimmed just a little.
Burnished fire after that. Not even a pure gold anymore but the color of a burning flame. And then he found out about what really happened to Hughes. Roy didn't see him for a few days after that, no trace of him anywhere in the city or out of it, and then he'd just shown up one day; wet and sore-looking, a report on some rouge alchemist that he'd brought in, and his eyes just weren't the same...
They were a bright amber. Not even gold anymore. But he kept asking for missions and for leads on the stone and Roy kept sending him out. Then one day he came back muttering about 'Greed', a blood stained report in a shaking hand, and the look in his eyes...The color...It was hard for Roy to even look at them any more.
They were a muddy amber, almost brown, with a look of complete and utter defeat in them. People started talking then, finally noticing that the boy in their ranks wasn't the same as the one that had first joined, and all Roy could do was look on in pity and send him out on another mission.
Months past after that. Months where, while there weren't any more changes in color, his eyes seemed to change all they same. The more time went by, the more tired they seemed to become; less determined and more like every other boy that had grown up in the middle of a blood-covered battlefield.
Then one day the door to Roy's office flew open and Edward came rushing in, breathless and shaking, demanding that he get Riza and they follow him. He could do it, he said. He could bring his little brother's body back.
And though his eyes were still muddy, still amber and not gold, there was a spark in them that Roy had never seen before. One that he would never forget no matter how long Ed was gone, wherever the Gate had taken him, or how many blood-filled eyes he saw.
There was just something special about Edward's eyes.
