Yay, this is actually out in reasonable-ish time! Finishing the Seven Names chapter helped a ton _
Moar fluff, just because. Could be either verse, but Brotherhood seems more likely.
Fairyboydammit: Yaay! I've been working on my humour so that's good to hear ^^ And Roy is so, so, so fun to write. I barely ever write Al because, like you said, he's too passive - but Roy is Roy 3 Glad you liked it, thanks for commenting :D
Chapter 7: o/o yaaay :D I loved writing that one, so you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that it has reread value.
Ashling Ivy: Yeah, I think I've been making him too smart XD And sounds like a good plan. Thanks for reviewing!
Teeshdapeech: My parental!Roy is usually pretty subtle, but I'm happy you picked up on that ^^ And the situation just made me chuckle when I thought of it, so I'm glad others find it funny too. It's just so...ED. Thanks for reviewing :D
RockMari: Good, good, my plan is working! Thanks for reading and reviewing so consistently!
73. Silence
The storm had settled more than an hour ago, and now there was only an uneasy silence as the grey sky remembered the thunder. The darkness, no longer broken by quick, arrhythmic flashes of lightning, eased its way into every corner, slipping and sliding like black velvet even around the steadfastly glowing lanterns.
A door opened, the creak of its hinges loud and out of place. Voices drifted out, muted and lilting. A second later, a young man left the building, closing the door behind him. His brother needn't be so worried about him. He could take care of himself.
He burrowed his white-gloved hands into his pockets, shoulders hunching automatically as he shivered. He hated this time of year, but still he walked slowly down the road, drops of rain falling off of the rooftops and around him.
"Bloody weather," he muttered in irritation, before sitting down next to one of the lampposts, boots firmly planted on the road but his hands braced against the curb in an attempt to stop their incessant shaking.
He hated waiting.
However, despite his nerves, he couldn't stop his eyes from trying to close. It had been a long day, and every part of his body felt like an overplayed string. After struggling for a few minutes, his amber eyes finally slid shut, and his head slumped against the cast-iron of the lamppost with an audible 'thunk'.
It couldn't have been more than ten minutes later when another figure came down the empty street. He kept to the shadows, glancing around nervously through eyes that weren't his own - and then he found what he'd been looking for.
He closed his eyes and willed himself to change, and then opened them again, breathing out as he settled back into the body he preferred over all others. Dropping into a crouch in the circle of light, he grinned, baring all of his sharp teeth.
"Pipsqueak," he called out quietly, but the boy didn't stir. With a wry chuckle, Envy sat down next to him, before pressing their sides close. "Wake up, silly."
Ed stirred slightly, but most likely as a reaction to having somebody close - and, in a moment that the homunculus was never going to let him live down, he flopped over and slid his head into Envy's lap with a contented purr as he promptly went back to sleep.
Envy blinked, suppressing his first instinct to shove Ed away. After a heartbeat, he allowed himself to smile, tangling his long fingers in the blond's unkempt ponytail. Silence reigned again.
He didn't mind.