Sorry it's taken so bloody long... but school's started and blah blah... But, to make up for it...TWO CHAPTERS! YAY! And my birthday's this thursday!
The reminder of intermission was spent in the bathroom, where Faraman desperately tried to get Ed into his next costume change while he leaned over the sink empting his stomach. For a short while Roy stood at the door way, but he found he couldn't stand watching Ed for too long. In a way, the boy was like the sun, so very hard to look at.
After intermission, Ed was shoved back onto stage, whether he liked it or not. He eyed Hughes warily for most of the dance, not quiet sure if he was the real one. Between Winry and Envy, he was becoming very paranoid. To top it all off, he was going to have the kiss the damn colonel! Who came running to his rescue... Ah! No! And there he was, standing at the top of the makeshift stairs, decked out in red velvet (/note: red velvet is the best cake EVER/). It came very close to taking Ed's breath away, which was a good reaction, considering that was how he was supposed to look. To tell the truth, the alchemist was a very bad actor, yet he managed to portray al the right emotions at the right time... because he somehow ended up feeling exactly as Christine Daae should.
Not his fault... not at all... It was the colonel's entire fault. Yes, lets blame him for telling him about the play in the first place for having the sexist singing voice, and for looking so damn GOOD in all his outfits. All HIS fault...
His fault for suddenly be so close... So very close, and so very sad... Why was he sad? What did the bastard colonel have to be sad about?
Then, as suddenly as he was there, he was gone again, running away and disappearing. The short alchemist had to stop himself from crying out in loss. He refused to ask himself what that loss was.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Stumbling from the stage- he wouldn't be needed for a while- Ed leaned his face against the nearest wall. Which was where Al found him. "Brother?" Ed whirled around.
"Yes, Al?"
"Is something wrong?"
Wrong? Ed thought bitterly. Besides being kissed two times- one by someone you love and the other by someone trying to kill me- and having to kiss someone else who by all rights I SHOULD hate, but can't bring myself to because I'm finding myself drawn closer and closer to him, despite him being a bastard and old enough to be my father? "No, Al. It's nothing."
"But brother!"
"No buts Al. I'm fine, really!" and he forced himself to smile. A futile guesture at best.
"Brother...!"
"Al, I'm FINE."
While the suit of armor was not happy with that answer, he knew Ed wouldn't tell him anything if he didn't want to. Nodding sadly, he turned to go.
"Al, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For...for Winry."
If he still had a heart, it would've been shattered. "It's fine, what would she see in me now anyway?"
Edward looked pained, and Al felt pained. But there was little either of them could say. They both knew Ed had never loved her, and Al always had. It was a sad, bitter irony.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Roy slammed his head against the wooden wall. "Idiot, idiot, idiot!" he berated himself.
"Erm...colonel?" Havoc peeked his head around the corner, cigarette in mouth. Roy didn't think he'd ever seen his Lt. with out the stick of tobaccos in his mouth.
"What is it, Lt. Havoc?" Roy snapped. He wasn't mad at Havoc, persay, just everyone caught up in this mess.
"I just heard you yelling at yourself is all..."
"Yes, well, that's all. Nothing more to it then me being an idiot!"
Still smoking, Havoc leaned against the wall next to Roy. "And why are you an idiot?"
Snarling, Roy turned away. "Oh go away."
"You like the boss, don't you? Ya know, Edward."
Roy whirled around to face the- sad looking?- lieutenant. "How'd you know that?"
Havoc shrugged. "Lucky guess really. So you DO, don't you?"
"What does it matter to you anyway?"
"Who said it did?"
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Ed looked around the dreary gravestones miserably. Really... it just HAD to be a graveyard, didn't it? He just had to sing about the death of a parent- admittly, father, who he really didn't care about- but the message was the same. The death that left you feeling unwhole and loss and alone and vulnerable. So very vulnerable and weak. He didn't want to be remained of her death. Reminded of what he and Al had done. Of the reason he was wearing long sleeves in every scene.
As he wandered through the gravestones, he was reminded. And it HURT.
Though suddenly, there was alight. A light in the form of a miserable, bastard, but at the time, he was warm, inviting, and offered a way to forget. Forget everything. The Phantom- Roy- called him lost and helpless, yearning for guidance. Edward could not deny it. He wanted help, he wanted guidance, he wanted warmth. He wanted to forget.
And here was a way to forget, here was warmth and care and...
Hughes running in yelling not to listen to him.
Listen to who now...?
Oh, right. Roy. Wait... ROY?
Ed found himself twitching as he watched Roy and Hughes exchange words. He had been ready to fall under the colonel's spell, but he had to ask himself, was Roy trying to cast a spell on him, or was it just him playing the part. Was he reading into it too much? That thought hurt. But why? Why damnit?
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Al watched his brother worriedly. Something was wrong, still, more so. Maybe it was the song. He knew how sensitive his brother was about their mother's death. Was that it? He hoped so...he really hoped so...
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The reminder of intermission was spent in the bathroom, where Faraman desperately tried to get Ed into his next costume change while he leaned over the sink empting his stomach. For a short while Roy stood at the door way, but he found he couldn't stand watching Ed for too long. In a way, the boy was like the sun, so very hard to look at.
After intermission, Ed was shoved back onto stage, whether he liked it or not. He eyed Hughes warily for most of the dance, not quiet sure if he was the real one. Between Winry and Envy, he was becoming very paranoid. To top it all off, he was going to have the kiss the damn colonel! Who came running to his rescue... Ah! No! And there he was, standing at the top of the makeshift stairs, decked out in red velvet (/note: red velvet is the best cake EVER/). It came very close to taking Ed's breath away, which was a good reaction, considering that was how he was supposed to look. To tell the truth, the alchemist was a very bad actor, yet he managed to portray al the right emotions at the right time... because he somehow ended up feeling exactly as Christine Daae should.
Not his fault... not at all... It was the colonel's entire fault. Yes, lets blame him for telling him about the play in the first place for having the sexist singing voice, and for looking so damn GOOD in all his outfits. All HIS fault...
His fault for suddenly be so close... So very close, and so very sad... Why was he sad? What did the bastard colonel have to be sad about?
Then, as suddenly as he was there, he was gone again, running away and disappearing. The short alchemist had to stop himself from crying out in loss. He refused to ask himself what that loss was.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Stumbling from the stage- he wouldn't be needed for a while- Ed leaned his face against the nearest wall. Which was where Al found him. "Brother?" Ed whirled around.
"Yes, Al?"
"Is something wrong?"
Wrong? Ed thought bitterly. Besides being kissed two times- one by someone you love and the other by someone trying to kill me- and having to kiss someone else who by all rights I SHOULD hate, but can't bring myself to because I'm finding myself drawn closer and closer to him, despite him being a bastard and old enough to be my father? "No, Al. It's nothing."
"But brother!"
"No buts Al. I'm fine, really!" and he forced himself to smile. A futile guesture at best.
"Brother...!"
"Al, I'm FINE."
While the suit of armor was not happy with that answer, he knew Ed wouldn't tell him anything if he didn't want to. Nodding sadly, he turned to go.
"Al, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For...for Winry."
If he still had a heart, it would've been shattered. "It's fine, what would she see in me now anyway?"
Edward looked pained, and Al felt pained. But there was little either of them could say. They both knew Ed had never loved her, and Al always had. It was a sad, bitter irony.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Roy slammed his head against the wooden wall. "Idiot, idiot, idiot!" he berated himself.
"Erm...colonel?" Havoc peeked his head around the corner, cigarette in mouth. Roy didn't think he'd ever seen his Lt. with out the stick of tobaccos in his mouth.
"What is it, Lt. Havoc?" Roy snapped. He wasn't mad at Havoc, persay, just everyone caught up in this mess.
"I just heard you yelling at yourself is all..."
"Yes, well, that's all. Nothing more to it then me being an idiot!"
Still smoking, Havoc leaned against the wall next to Roy. "And why are you an idiot?"
Snarling, Roy turned away. "Oh go away."
"You like the boss, don't you? Ya know, Edward."
Roy whirled around to face the- sad looking?- lieutenant. "How'd you know that?"
Havoc shrugged. "Lucky guess really. So you DO, don't you?"
"What does it matter to you anyway?"
"Who said it did?"
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Ed looked around the dreary gravestones miserably. Really... it just HAD to be a graveyard, didn't it? He just had to sing about the death of a parent- admittly, father, who he really didn't care about- but the message was the same. The death that left you feeling unwhole and loss and alone and vulnerable. So very vulnerable and weak. He didn't want to be remained of her death. Reminded of what he and Al had done. Of the reason he was wearing long sleeves in every scene.
As he wandered through the gravestones, he was reminded. And it HURT.
Though suddenly, there was alight. A light in the form of a miserable, bastard, but at the time, he was warm, inviting, and offered a way to forget. Forget everything. The Phantom- Roy- called him lost and helpless, yearning for guidance. Edward could not deny it. He wanted help, he wanted guidance, he wanted warmth. He wanted to forget.
And here was a way to forget, here was warmth and care and...
Hughes running in yelling not to listen to him.
Listen to who now...?
Oh, right. Roy. Wait... ROY?
Ed found himself twitching as he watched Roy and Hughes exchange words. He had been ready to fall under the colonel's spell, but he had to ask himself, was Roy trying to cast a spell on him, or was it just him playing the part. Was he reading into it too much? That thought hurt. But why? Why damnit?
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Al watched his brother worriedly. Something was wrong, still, more so. Maybe it was the song. He knew how sensitive his brother was about their mother's death. Was that it? He hoped so...he really hoped so...
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