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maskormenacelogs2014-06-11 12:58 am
alchemicallybonded) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-06-11 12:58 am
closed. our dreams all start to fade
WHO: Al Elric, Ed Elric and Winry Rockbell
WHERE: A hotel
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHAT: They've been apart for a while and there are some things they need to talk about, things they don't want to talk about in a public place.
WARNINGS: Ed. Will update if needed.
The floor of the hotel room isn't really any different from the dozens of others Al has sat on before. Not that he can feel it anyway. It's just another floor to him, another place to spend one more night awake. Sometimes he watches over Ed while other nights, Al goes over his journal. He looks at the lists of foods he wants to eat when he gets his body back or makes another entry of their journey to return their bodies to normal. On rare nights that seem really long Al will read the old entries but he doesn't like to look back that often.
Tonight, in a strange place, he'll watch over his family. That's how it will go for a while because none of them trust this new world. But before that there is something he needed to do. Something he hadn't wanted to do while they were still participating in the government swear-in ceremony and training. Though it was more than that.
Al hadn't wanted to believe what that piece of paper had told him. The new 'power' he'd gotten upon his arrival here. Where was the exchange for it? Was it being here in this world or would there be another price? Despite the fact that what he'd wanted for years was in reach, Al couldn't bring himself to try it - just in case. Once he had it, it wouldn't be easy to go back. If he was reacting this way, Al could just imagine how his brother and Winry would take it. They'd be mad when they realized it probably wasn't permanent.
Yet he can't put it off forever. He's going to have to tell them eventually. At least now they couldn't walk back into that government building and use violence to calm their rage.
So Al is sitting with his file resting on one of his legs with it open. Ever since they left the training day, Al has been especially quiet - even for him and he's been staring at the file for several minutes. If one didn't know better, they might think that his soul had returned back to its body. Finally he lifted his head.
"Brother?" That tinny voice sounded softer than usual - as if he can preemptively strike the emotions that will follow.
WHERE: A hotel
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHAT: They've been apart for a while and there are some things they need to talk about, things they don't want to talk about in a public place.
WARNINGS: Ed. Will update if needed.
The floor of the hotel room isn't really any different from the dozens of others Al has sat on before. Not that he can feel it anyway. It's just another floor to him, another place to spend one more night awake. Sometimes he watches over Ed while other nights, Al goes over his journal. He looks at the lists of foods he wants to eat when he gets his body back or makes another entry of their journey to return their bodies to normal. On rare nights that seem really long Al will read the old entries but he doesn't like to look back that often.
Tonight, in a strange place, he'll watch over his family. That's how it will go for a while because none of them trust this new world. But before that there is something he needed to do. Something he hadn't wanted to do while they were still participating in the government swear-in ceremony and training. Though it was more than that.
Al hadn't wanted to believe what that piece of paper had told him. The new 'power' he'd gotten upon his arrival here. Where was the exchange for it? Was it being here in this world or would there be another price? Despite the fact that what he'd wanted for years was in reach, Al couldn't bring himself to try it - just in case. Once he had it, it wouldn't be easy to go back. If he was reacting this way, Al could just imagine how his brother and Winry would take it. They'd be mad when they realized it probably wasn't permanent.
Yet he can't put it off forever. He's going to have to tell them eventually. At least now they couldn't walk back into that government building and use violence to calm their rage.
So Al is sitting with his file resting on one of his legs with it open. Ever since they left the training day, Al has been especially quiet - even for him and he's been staring at the file for several minutes. If one didn't know better, they might think that his soul had returned back to its body. Finally he lifted his head.
"Brother?" That tinny voice sounded softer than usual - as if he can preemptively strike the emotions that will follow.