Theme Challenge: Memories
A log cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Violent snow covering everything, only pine trees and mountains decorating the desolate landscape.
And a man, standing firmly over the freezing ground, a patch over one of his onyx eyes.
His navy blue uniform was barely visible under a brown cape, black bangs flying at the compass of fierce winds.
His single dark eyed unmoving, fixed in the horizon.
"Maybe we should send Lieutenant Hawkeye to cheer him up."
"She would hate to see him like this and besides, it's not her who he's waiting for."
The man turned around sharply, facing…
Edward woke up violently; shaking as he fought against his own neurons, desperate to remember what exactly was he dreaming of.
He remembered a couple of things: a wooden cabin, a blizzard and a man.
The ex-state alchemist shivered as he recalled the black patch over his eye.
Roy? Was it him, back in Armestis? But…what happened to him? Why does he seem so…broken?
Ed pulled himself up, rising from the bed. He shook his messy golden hair, trying to halt his memories.
Who is he waiting for?
The thought stung him like a flash of lightning, as he remembered for the thousandth time the Colonel's lips in his, the touch of his slender, pale fingers in his own…
Dammit. And it was only once…and that one and only time has lasted ever since.
Edward pulled out of a nearby box a prosthetic arm and leg; he strapped them on quickly, with the speed of constant practice.
And to think that he still haunts me. Every single day…
"Edward, are you okay?" A voice came, softly resounding through the wooden door.
"Yeah. Go back to sleep, Heidrich."
Of course I'm not okay. I long for that man, that bastard Colonel more than anything…more than alchemy and sometimes even more than Al…
He stopped his train of thought, annoyed with himself.
Why the hell am I thinking about this, anyway?
The ex-alchemist stuttered under this breath, as he stood up from the bed once more, shaking slightly as memories of his only night spent with the Colonel flowed over him, each detail stinging like a never closing wound.
Edward Elric stood by the window frame, trying to hold back the warm tears that threatened to overwhelm his amber eyes.
I just hope he's thinking of me too…
Wind blew by strongly, and he felt the cape flutter against his frame.
Ah, the drama. The ex- Colonel thought, smiling bitterly. I guess I still am an attention whore.
His feet were freezing and so were his fingers, but both his military discipline and a sense of twisted hope held him standing in place.
"Edward Elric." He whispered, to no one in particular.
My blessing. My curse.
For a second Roy Mustang felt warm under the delicious memoir of the boy's heat, his nervousness, his naïveté…the beating of that fullmetal heart against his own.
I even quit alchemy because it reminded me way too much of him…
A blizzard blew past him as he forced himself to refocus his eyes, just for the sake of his sanity.
A brown clad figure stood in the middle of the road, wearing a long coat, amber hair up in a ponytail, golden, feline eyes and pristine white gloves.
No matter the changes, the essence was still there.
"EDWARD!" The man screamed, running down the road, as fast as his half-frozen legs could take him.
The young man's hand was outstretched towards him, begging Roy to grab hold of it and never let go.
As Mustang arrived before the mirage, it simply grinned and mouthed "I love you…" before fading away into the snow.
The soldier sunk to his knees, shaking in the strong rush of feelings that were emerging from him, his inner turmoil spiraling, making him dizzy.
He buried his fist into the snow-covered ground, frustrated, disappointed, hurt.
"Why?" He shouted to the sky.
No one could give him an answer.