A/N: Sorry for the delay, I was busy. So I switched to Al angst, to give Roy and Edo a break. However next up. More Roy angst :) ...well...maybe my face should be more like this :( Anyway, does anyone want me to write them a drabble? I'm running out of prompts and the plot bunnies are on a sugar high.
The shadows shifted across the floor, engulfing one another in their darkness. They moved, silhouetting a large armor. The armor does not move, yet he does not sleep, he is anything but inanimate. He does not sleep, how can he? Armor is metal, it does not sleep, nor does it require rest, It's iron head turns, and the eyeholes are anything but soulless. They gleam with a bright inner white light. Reflecting the bright spirit within. Should you look into those blazing eyes, as bright as a new born star, if you look deeply enough, you can see the vague form of a sandy-haired boy of about 14. The armor cannot sleep, he passes the long nights in solitude. He cannot help but dwell on dark thoughts. The armor cannot cry, no tears of sorrow will fall down the shining metal. And he has so much to cry about, to much to sorrow over. When one does not sleep, the night is long. The night is long and lonely. The armor is tired of being alone. He's tired of being alone at night when the shadows creep. They not only creep at night on the floor, they seep into his heart.
Brother He thinks Brother, I'm tired of being alone at night.
