A/N - Just for the record, despite being a fan of shounen-ai, I rather dislike any EdxRoy pairings and wholly oppose incest of any kind... That said and done, feel free to interpret my drabbles anyway you like! XD
Snapshots, Sketches and Scribbles
Older Brother
They don't argue very often, the Elric Brothers. Edward can be a steamroller of a bully and Alphonse is quickly upset by even the slightest disagreement, so yielding to his older brother's whims and often rash decisions seems safer than openly opposing him, for the sake of their fraternal relationship.
However, fights are inevitable between two teenage boys, and when they do argue, the results aren't pleasant to witness.
Comforting the guilt-ridden, sulking suit of armour is left to Lieutenant Hawkeye, while the remaining officers opt to steer well clear of the grumpy Midget Major, for fear of becoming the next victim of his automail arm.
Strangely enough, the blond boy finds himself seeking out the very person he can't stand, for reasons neither of them will ever fully comprehend.
Even though the workload is ridiculously large and the place is as hectic as an agitated bees' hive, Roy manages to put aside a minute or two over a cup of tea (because it's only proper) for the Elric Brat.
Lay off the short jokes, kill the sarcastic comments.
He doesn't provide meaningful advice, because his reserves are dry - They've never really been full to start with; the only thing he can offer is his attention.
For the younger of the two, this is enough.
It's tough being an older sibling, and when you're Edward Elric, this is painfully true. So, sometimes, he pretends to be the younger sibling and leaves the role of Older Brother to Roy.
The dark-haired man is a reassurance, a welcome comfort, security found in the least expected of places. A white, gloved hand on the unnaturally cold shoulder, a soothing word in his ear, feigned ignorance as the tears gathered in the corners of those large amber eyes threaten to spill.
Frustration writhes in the pit of Edward's soul, thriving off his silent suffering. The temporary relief is more than welcome, and Roy watches, his heart overflowing with pity for the boy that was forced to grow up much too fast, as he strides from the office, radiating that brash pride that reminds the Colonel so much of his younger self.
No thanks, no show of gratitude.
For as much as Edward privately appreciates these quiet moments, he'd sooner transmute his own right foot than ever admit it out loud.