A/N: I am coma person. Seriously. What a week. I mean - Deathly Hallows! Come on. Of course, I had to read it, all the way through, without stopping. And then I had to stay up literally all night reading Harry/Draco and Remus/Sirius stuff to recover from the blatant heterosexuality in the book, especially the utterly unbearable epilogue, even if there were a lot of slashy overtones. And just when I thought I had recovered, there was The Great College Shopping Trip of Much Shopping with my aunt. Ugh. So...much...shopping...and since she bought me so much stuff, I couldn't really protest when she asked me to come over today and help her sort through a bunch of stuff to sell at the flea market. Bleh. But that's it. I'm through! No more moving for the rest of the week. I shall just lie here and work on writing angst. Like this week's drabble, which I would classify as pre-slash, and which represents the lengths to which I am willing to go to avoid writing dialogue. I'm really paranoid about my dialogue skills, even though Al says I'm good at it. But I do like the style of having no speech punctuation. Fun. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own a shirt that says "You're just jealous that the voices talk to me" which is funny if you've ever heard the conversations between my friends and I and the people in our heads (many of whom are dating each other...), and one which says "I smile because I have no idea what's going on", which is funny if you have ever seen me walk into a wall in oblivious mode. I do not own FMA.
Hesitant
There was always a moment of hesitation. Roy would catch him sitting, staring at him, and ask what was wrong, if he had something to say, and Ed would feel the words tearing at his throat, wanting to burst out and finally be spoken. I'm obsessed with you. I can't stop thinking of you. I think I'm in love. But there was always a moment of fear, of hesitation, and the words would die away, replaced by nothing. I'm fine. It's none of your business. Leave me alone.
Ed hopes that someday Roy will hear the words before he hesitates.
A/N: I like to believe that Ed does get the courage to talk to Roy, eventually. There will probably be a sequel to this - it's weird how these seem to be forming themselves into various arcs. Please review! Or my Inner Demyx will cry, which sets off the emos, which makes the ass-kicking alter-egos pissed, which makes Demyx sad, and so on. Now I have to go walk my cat before he bites me.