Disclaimer: I'm broke. If I owned something so popular then would I be broke? Eh?
Rust
The sound of creaking in the morning, a dull noise echoing through the metallic shell.
Alphonse Elric's armoured body moves into the bathroom of the hotel, staring pointlessly into the mirror.
'Maybe if I keep staring,' he muses with contempt, 'I'll just blink and the metal will fade away. I'll see a sleepy face.'
He shakes away his foolishness inwardly, and sighs as he looks into the reflective sheet. There are things he'd do, had he a real body, right then. He'd splash water on his face, go to the bathroom, have a bath or a shower…all those things, with the water that he could not feel, the sensations he'd forgotten.
His brother still sleeps in the next room, golden hair splayed, blank strewn across himself, arm hanging off the bed, snoring slight as the early rays of sunlight toy with his figure.
Alphonse admires Edward. He is everything he wishes he will find himself to be, once returned to normal…if returned to normal. He is the golden prodigy-a beautiful, compassionate, genius of a boy.
But if Al cannot be that fair angel, then he will have to settle with the next best, if not truly the better thing. Being under the gaze of those molten coloured eyes forever. Being near the little cherub he loved so dearly. Under those orbs that spilled tears for both brethren.
Edward was certainly an angel-he cried for the young boy he swore to protect. He cried, indeed, and bled for him.
'Cries those salty tears,' the armoured boy muses dully, as, staring into the mirror, he notices, on the breastplate, a touch of rust.