Hey guys, Eric again. I'm sorry that this took so long to get out. I know I made some mistake the last chapter, I'm sorry. After I've posted this, I'll hide my head in shame. Okay, this is my attempt at Edcentric. And a one, and a two...
ABCs of Edward Elric
'G' is for 'Gold'
Gold is a constant in my life.
It is always there, a small, sometimes unpleasant reminder of who I am, of what I did, of where I went. If not the shining gleam of sunshine yellow of the metal, then the thick tarnished streak of it, marked with fingerprints and dirt and occasionally blood. Gold is everywhere.
Alphonse' hair used to shine gold among the sandy blonde. Not to the extent of my own, mind you, but clear and present under morning sun. His eyes had flecks of gold in the hazel, the small tributes to our father when Alphonse was otherwise undoubtedly his mother's son. And his personality was gold! The shining, pure goodness of it was worth more than any riches! Oh yes, even when the gold shimmer had left his body, replaced with cold iron, the shine of his personality was still blinding.
My watch was gold. White gold, though, forged into the sturdy frame that has miraculously survived the various scrapes and drops and abuse I've put it through over the years. I never took care of it. Maybe because of the fact that it meant I was still the military's dog, I saw it as more of a leash than a watch. There are fingerprints all over it, but a little spit polish and a rough rubbing on my coat and you can make out the finer details in the President's crest. The inside is still scratched up though.
I've been told I have golden eyes. I suppose that is the color of them, but when I look in the mirror all I see is that bastard Hoenheim. It was bad enough that I had his hair, his chin, his scowl, his damned talent for alchemy, for crying out loud! But now it's his eyes as well. That ragged and worn down look, tired and tarnished gold…
I hate gold.
Well, that was... interesting. Not sure when the next one will be up.