**A/N; Hello friends. Emily speaking. I recently received like three reviews (which is a lot to me, shut up) on Hourglass asking if I could please continue the story because cliffhangers are eVILLLLLL

I am a sucker for nice reviewers. Inuyashamunkey, hi! This is for you I guess ^u^ I still haven't figured out how to respond to reviews (despite the fact that I've been a member for over a year now) so I am do the indirect thing. Yay. Anyhoo, everyone, please do enjoy chapter two! (there will probably be more to come)**

Looking Glass: Part Two of the Glassverse

Two still forms, barely distinguishable from each other; they lie entwined together like knots, heart to heart, chest to chest, breath to breath. One is silver and blue, sweeping lines and marble features. The other is gold and red, angel blood and fire so bright you can't look away, smooth and ragged and fierce.

The shadows dapple across their skin like fingertips. They each own more than their fair share of scars and perhaps that is the reason they cling so tightly to each other, as though they would die if they were to let go, even for a second.

Eye flicker open, dark lashes sweeping high cheekbones and though one's head is nestled lower, against the steady heartbeat of the other, they are symmetrical all the same. Despite physical differences, each mirrors the other as they tighten their hold and bury their faces in each other's skin.

The sheets, crisp white and pale grey, rustle and shift and the taller of the two levers himself upright, leaning against the pillows.

"-I thought you were dead,"

"-Ed, god, I-,"

"Roy, I thought you were dead I was ready to kill myself-,"
"-I love you I love you, Oh Ed you are- everything, how could I ever leave you-?"

"-if you didn't wake up I was gonna die Roy I love you I love you I-"

"I love you."

Coffee. Steam spirals between them. They marvel silently at the ordinary-ness of the task- filling the kettle, lighting the stove with a snap and a click, fetching mugs, heaping sugar and stirring-

Almost as if they hadn't just cheated death.

Almost.

The aureate eyes meet the black and for once Roy can't hide anything from Ed, for once Ed can't hold back the pain and they crumble, inwards, downwards, outwards, coffee mugs cast aside as they fall into each other and cling tight, tight, tight, too scared to let go.

Choked into the darkness: "Roy? Are you- awake?"

Arms tighten around him. "Yes."

"Don't you fucking dare die on me like that ever again, you bastard."

"Never. God, never, Ed, the only thing that brought me back was your voice-"

"I'm going to kill them, you know." Delivered calm and deadly. Metal fist at his back, clenching.

"…Ed."

"I'm going to tear them apart," golden eyes burn fiercer than the sun as he reaches up and smoothes Roy hair away from the bandage wound round his head, "for trying to take you away from me."

Roy swallows. His eyes are full of shadows and stars as he gazes down at the wolf in his arms and nods.

"Four months?"

"-Five, actually."

"….I'm sorry."

A hard, passionate kiss that leaves him aching. "Don't be."

Careful hands peel at the bandage. Rusty flakes scatter down.
"Head wounds bleed a lot, don't worry," murmurs Ed.

"I suppose you'd know, wouldn't you," Roy manages a smirk.

"…such a bastard-!"

"You- were in a coma for five months. They were literally- reaching for the switch and-"

Gentle fingers card through his hair, smudge the tears away. "Shhh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Choked breathing. Then, "Bastard. Don't be fucking sorry. You didn't ask to get captured."

"Neither of us did. It wasn't our fault."

Silence.

Roy's eyes widen. "Ed. It wasn't your fault. How could you-?"

There is a long, long pause. When he finally speaks, Ed's voice is hoarse and low. "Three months in that place. Then when we finally- finally- got out you- you were weak and sick and bleeding everywhere and I walked and walked and walked for fucking ever an'-

"an' we got to the hospital and they looked at me with- pity in their eyes and I was this- this - close to killing someone, Roy, if it got you treatment quicker, an' then…an' then. Five. Fucking. Months. I was out of my fucking mind, I couldn't eat; Al had to force-feed me water for fuck's sake and every time I tried to close my eyes all I could see was- you. And blood, so much blood and. Roy. Five. Months. You nearly fucking died. Do you know what that means? It means you were this close to leaving me, this close to just- not. Existing. And.
"I could have stopped it."

"Exactly how the hell," quietly, "do you think you could have stopped it?"

Ed's eyes, dull gold in the dim bedroom. "I…I dunno, I could've-,"

"You don't know. And you know why that is? Because you couldn't have stopped it. Ed. It was me, for fuck's sake, it was me and the fucking Fuhrer and the army, fucking hell Ed I gave the orders, I told the men to lead us straight into the fucking ambush- if you feel guilty then how the fuck do you think I feel?"

The barest whisper of a stoppered throat: "Roy…" The words behind the words: it wasn't you it wasn't I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

Arms around each other, then, the only way they can sleep now. "We have to keep moving forwards." The black head dips to brush a kiss to the tanned forehead. "Isn't that what you always say? Ed. We have to keep moving forwards."

As they fall asleep, they reflect each other's guilt the only way they can: by holding on tighter, drowning the other's pain in their arms.