Royai drabble from Ed's point of view. Not having a very nice day.
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Theme Thirty Seven: Bastard
I always thought of him as a heartless bastard, but after today I can't say that. Bastards don't fall in love.
I know everybody else saw it as a normal day, but I could tell. He kept looking at her from across the room, staring at her for as long as he could without a risking few extra holes in his head. That look in his eyes was so familiar it was scary. It was the same look Hoenheim gave Mom.
Yeah, I thought he was a heartless asshole too. Still do, really. But I can still remember the look on his face when he stared at Mom, watching her clean or make dinner. His eyes would glimmer for a moment and then he would start smiling. This would continue until Mom turned around and asked what he would stare at, to be answered with a singy "Nothing, Dear." Only this time it was "Nothing, Lieutenant." And the tone was a lot less singy.
But on the lieutenant's side I'm not so sure. She's a hard person to read sometimes, you know? I'm sure she's ready and willing to give up her life for him, but does that necessarily define 'love'? Couldn't it just be devotion? Or determination? Or a complete and utter lack of being able to admit you were wrong? I'm not sure, but I am sure that they've got a bond much deeper than I or anybody else is aware of.
I really want to find out so I can shove his face in it. Bastard.
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