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Quick ficlet written in response to my post here.
Maybe I'm over-reacting, but love shouldn't be censored or put down because it's "wrong". >:O
I have no title for this, but wrote in a hurry and am posting it before I take another look and decide to severely edit this.
Add: Slight spoilers for episodes 3, 29, 32, and 51. Barely noticable.
“It’s sick, and twisted, and wrong.”
Alphonse bit his lower lip as he watched his older brother wearily, watched the gold hair tumble over golden eyes and the tired and resigned expression that never seemed to disappear- not fully, not ever. The taunt lines deeply ingrained between his eyebrows, the sink underneath those intense eyes... although still a teenager, Edward looked far too old and world-weary.
From far away, Alphonse thought to himself, anyone could mistake Ed as a child. He had a small stature, no matter how vehemently Ed denied it, and the large red coat hid the hard contours of his body. But the way he walked, the posture and the demeanor and the aura around him, suggested far older.
Al continued watching his brother as he always did, as Ed slouched further and inadvertently tried to make himself a small a presence as possible. One would think it would be easy for someone like Ed to hide, but it was quite the opposite- his brother had a way of drawing eyes to him because his confidence and his stride made him seem larger than life, and even now it was hard to see Edward as ‘small.’
“Alphonse.” The sharp voice snapped at him, and Al unconsciously sat up straighter, turning his eyes away from his brother just a moment to focus on the person bearing that voice, standing only a few feet before them and looking quite furious. “You haven’t been listening to me. You’re brothers.”
Yes, they were, Al thought to himself. There was definitely no denying that. Alphonse would have been offended if anyone had suggested otherwise.
“Surely you’re the more logical one.” She said to him, her eyes fierce in a way that Al hadn’t seen before, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to see this. At first, when she had started yelling at them, it had hurt. It had hurt that she wasn’t supportive, that she wasn’t happy for them, that she would reject them so completely. Ed had warned him that would happen, after all, and they had gone for months hiding it from her. “Surely you can understand what you’re doing is wrong.”
But now it didn’t hurt quite so much anymore. Because although he loved her dearly and valued her opinions, he loved his brother more. And Al would bury that hurt and pain and anger to make sure that his brother wouldn’t hurt. He would do anything to make that tired and resigned expression leave his brother’s face. Ed wasn’t meant to be tired and resigned- his brother was supposed to be stubborn and fierce and energetic.
Al turned his attentions back on his brother, noting how Ed was sitting on the couch beside him, slumped down and slouched so that his face was hidden away behind his bangs and his expression nearly unreadable. The disappointed slash of his mouth and the tight grip of his hands in his lap... He wondered if she could see how much she was hurting them.
Al noted that he and Ed were sitting too far apart. They had to be a unified front, after all, because Ed was all that Al had now. It would be hard to find anyone else in the world who would understand them.
Scooting closer, Al’s hand found its way atop Ed’s clasped ones, and he dug those fingers apart so he could grasp those hands- one warm and flesh, the other hard and steel. It was amazing how he could feel the contrasting warmth and coolness now, and how he never wanted to let go.
“I love you.” He said softly as Ed tilted his head up slightly to look at him, expression still carefully blank but with a flicker of pain and softness when Alphonse said those words.
She quieted at that display, and Al turned back to look at her once again when he felt the reassuring squeeze to his hand. “I don’t understand how we could be so wrong to love.”
“It is wrong.” She insisted, but her fierceness was gone. She just sounded tired now- just as tired as Edward looked. “The two of you should know that- what would your mother think?”
Al didn’t want to think about mother right now, though. “So it’s wrong that we chose to love each other more than anyone else? It’s wrong for us not want anyone else in our lives? I don’t understand what’s so wrong and twisted about love.”
And it was love: love that allowed Edward to save Alphonse, offering his heart to the great unknown. It was love that made Al follow his brother for five years, because he was too scared to be away, because he couldn’t allow Ed to be alone. It was a love that only grew with time, because Ed was the only person Al had to anchor him to the world. It was love that steeled Al’s resolve to destroy Wrath, to return the limbs his brother had lost that night. It was love that gave Al the knowledge of how to revive Edward after his death, and love that made Edward sacrifice his own live to save Al’s.
It was because of this unfaltering love that they found each other again, because they could never give up on each other.
How could that love be so wrong?
Ed hadn’t said anything to her display of anger, and Al knew that the silence spoke more than any words his brother wanted to say. So Al would speak for him.
No one else understood their trials and hardships. They had been through hell and back leaning on each other for support, and knew the lives they would lead without one another. It was inevitable, really, that they would trust each other with their hearts, when they already trusted each other with their lives and souls.
She was staring at the two of them, at their entwined hands, at Ed’s downward looks and Al’s defiant expression. When it came down to it, Ed had a harder time objecting to people he loved. Al had no problems with that, not when that particular person had upset his brother like this.
“I think you should leave.” Al said, his voice soft but firm. She had caught them after one of their long and pointless arguments; Ed pressing one of his rare smiles against Alphonse’s laughing lips. Al had joked about having to duck down to kiss his brother and Ed had growled and pulled him into a mock-fight, the two of them scrabbling against each other on the floor. He couldn’t even remember her startled gasp- only that his brother had frozen completely underneath him.
She gave him a scathing glare, but Al wasn’t like his brother and didn’t allow himself to get pulled into a screaming rage, however much he wanted to. He thought that it was wrong for her to look at them like that, like they were a plague that had to be avoided at all costs.
But Al didn’t care what she thought anymore. Maybe he did once, but now he knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let her opinion (or anyone else’s) separate him from the one person he had worked so hard for so long to be with.
As her footsteps faded away and the sound of the door closed behind her, Al turned over on the couch to bury his face in his brother’s neck, feeling the tenseness under smooth skin.
Ed sighed deeply at that touch, relaxing his posture slightly. “I thought you would care more about what she thought, Al.” he said softly, unlike his usual confident drawl. “She’s right, that’s for sure…”
“I don’t care if she’s right or not, brother.” Al said, his arms coming around to wrap around Ed’s waist, still snuggled in his side. “This is about how we feel. It doesn’t matter if she’s wrong or right- this doesn’t concern her. She shouldn’t make judgments like that.” Al felt for the smooth golden hair across his face as he nuzzled Ed’s neck. “Besides- you’re the one important to me.”
Ed gave a huff of breath as his own arms encircled Al’s back. “Aa.” He turned his face towards Alphonse with a soft smile. “As long as you’re happy, then.”
You can decide who 'she' is, since I wasn't even thinking coherently enough to put names down.
Maybe I'm over-reacting, but love shouldn't be censored or put down because it's "wrong". >:O
I have no title for this, but wrote in a hurry and am posting it before I take another look and decide to severely edit this.
Add: Slight spoilers for episodes 3, 29, 32, and 51. Barely noticable.
“It’s sick, and twisted, and wrong.”
Alphonse bit his lower lip as he watched his older brother wearily, watched the gold hair tumble over golden eyes and the tired and resigned expression that never seemed to disappear- not fully, not ever. The taunt lines deeply ingrained between his eyebrows, the sink underneath those intense eyes... although still a teenager, Edward looked far too old and world-weary.
From far away, Alphonse thought to himself, anyone could mistake Ed as a child. He had a small stature, no matter how vehemently Ed denied it, and the large red coat hid the hard contours of his body. But the way he walked, the posture and the demeanor and the aura around him, suggested far older.
Al continued watching his brother as he always did, as Ed slouched further and inadvertently tried to make himself a small a presence as possible. One would think it would be easy for someone like Ed to hide, but it was quite the opposite- his brother had a way of drawing eyes to him because his confidence and his stride made him seem larger than life, and even now it was hard to see Edward as ‘small.’
“Alphonse.” The sharp voice snapped at him, and Al unconsciously sat up straighter, turning his eyes away from his brother just a moment to focus on the person bearing that voice, standing only a few feet before them and looking quite furious. “You haven’t been listening to me. You’re brothers.”
Yes, they were, Al thought to himself. There was definitely no denying that. Alphonse would have been offended if anyone had suggested otherwise.
“Surely you’re the more logical one.” She said to him, her eyes fierce in a way that Al hadn’t seen before, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to see this. At first, when she had started yelling at them, it had hurt. It had hurt that she wasn’t supportive, that she wasn’t happy for them, that she would reject them so completely. Ed had warned him that would happen, after all, and they had gone for months hiding it from her. “Surely you can understand what you’re doing is wrong.”
But now it didn’t hurt quite so much anymore. Because although he loved her dearly and valued her opinions, he loved his brother more. And Al would bury that hurt and pain and anger to make sure that his brother wouldn’t hurt. He would do anything to make that tired and resigned expression leave his brother’s face. Ed wasn’t meant to be tired and resigned- his brother was supposed to be stubborn and fierce and energetic.
Al turned his attentions back on his brother, noting how Ed was sitting on the couch beside him, slumped down and slouched so that his face was hidden away behind his bangs and his expression nearly unreadable. The disappointed slash of his mouth and the tight grip of his hands in his lap... He wondered if she could see how much she was hurting them.
Al noted that he and Ed were sitting too far apart. They had to be a unified front, after all, because Ed was all that Al had now. It would be hard to find anyone else in the world who would understand them.
Scooting closer, Al’s hand found its way atop Ed’s clasped ones, and he dug those fingers apart so he could grasp those hands- one warm and flesh, the other hard and steel. It was amazing how he could feel the contrasting warmth and coolness now, and how he never wanted to let go.
“I love you.” He said softly as Ed tilted his head up slightly to look at him, expression still carefully blank but with a flicker of pain and softness when Alphonse said those words.
She quieted at that display, and Al turned back to look at her once again when he felt the reassuring squeeze to his hand. “I don’t understand how we could be so wrong to love.”
“It is wrong.” She insisted, but her fierceness was gone. She just sounded tired now- just as tired as Edward looked. “The two of you should know that- what would your mother think?”
Al didn’t want to think about mother right now, though. “So it’s wrong that we chose to love each other more than anyone else? It’s wrong for us not want anyone else in our lives? I don’t understand what’s so wrong and twisted about love.”
And it was love: love that allowed Edward to save Alphonse, offering his heart to the great unknown. It was love that made Al follow his brother for five years, because he was too scared to be away, because he couldn’t allow Ed to be alone. It was a love that only grew with time, because Ed was the only person Al had to anchor him to the world. It was love that steeled Al’s resolve to destroy Wrath, to return the limbs his brother had lost that night. It was love that gave Al the knowledge of how to revive Edward after his death, and love that made Edward sacrifice his own live to save Al’s.
It was because of this unfaltering love that they found each other again, because they could never give up on each other.
How could that love be so wrong?
Ed hadn’t said anything to her display of anger, and Al knew that the silence spoke more than any words his brother wanted to say. So Al would speak for him.
No one else understood their trials and hardships. They had been through hell and back leaning on each other for support, and knew the lives they would lead without one another. It was inevitable, really, that they would trust each other with their hearts, when they already trusted each other with their lives and souls.
She was staring at the two of them, at their entwined hands, at Ed’s downward looks and Al’s defiant expression. When it came down to it, Ed had a harder time objecting to people he loved. Al had no problems with that, not when that particular person had upset his brother like this.
“I think you should leave.” Al said, his voice soft but firm. She had caught them after one of their long and pointless arguments; Ed pressing one of his rare smiles against Alphonse’s laughing lips. Al had joked about having to duck down to kiss his brother and Ed had growled and pulled him into a mock-fight, the two of them scrabbling against each other on the floor. He couldn’t even remember her startled gasp- only that his brother had frozen completely underneath him.
She gave him a scathing glare, but Al wasn’t like his brother and didn’t allow himself to get pulled into a screaming rage, however much he wanted to. He thought that it was wrong for her to look at them like that, like they were a plague that had to be avoided at all costs.
But Al didn’t care what she thought anymore. Maybe he did once, but now he knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let her opinion (or anyone else’s) separate him from the one person he had worked so hard for so long to be with.
As her footsteps faded away and the sound of the door closed behind her, Al turned over on the couch to bury his face in his brother’s neck, feeling the tenseness under smooth skin.
Ed sighed deeply at that touch, relaxing his posture slightly. “I thought you would care more about what she thought, Al.” he said softly, unlike his usual confident drawl. “She’s right, that’s for sure…”
“I don’t care if she’s right or not, brother.” Al said, his arms coming around to wrap around Ed’s waist, still snuggled in his side. “This is about how we feel. It doesn’t matter if she’s wrong or right- this doesn’t concern her. She shouldn’t make judgments like that.” Al felt for the smooth golden hair across his face as he nuzzled Ed’s neck. “Besides- you’re the one important to me.”
Ed gave a huff of breath as his own arms encircled Al’s back. “Aa.” He turned his face towards Alphonse with a soft smile. “As long as you’re happy, then.”
You can decide who 'she' is, since I wasn't even thinking coherently enough to put names down.
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I COMPLETELY AGREE.
/shoots Bush/
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*<3s you*
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/loves you back/
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*is paranoid* Let's take this conversation to your locked journal. .___.
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However, a friend of mine sent me this (http://www.livejournal.com/community/metaquotes/1989329.html?nc=47&style=mine) a few days ago. I don't know if you've seen it before, but I think it's encouraging to know that, for all the crap that goes on, there's some hope for the future.
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Thanks so much for the link. ;__; That was really encouraging and made my day a lot better. ^__^ I'm extremely glad to be Canadian in times like this as well, but having spent most of my years in the US, it's painful to see how the country is just regressing.
Thanks for the comment! ^___^- I still have to edit it, since I just dumped it here the moment that it was done. I'll go through it once I finish going through LJ comments. :D
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