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contrelamontre non-lyics music challenge. Written in 43 minutes, for the song Beaming Sunlight, a piano piece played by Michiru Oshima. (Track 20 on the FMA OST soundtrack, I think.) It’s a slow song, and my writing was slow. ^^;;
Title: Morning Dreams
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Rating: G (for Gen! XD)
Character(s): Alphonse
Time: 43 minutes
Spoilers: Takes place after episode 51.
contrelamontre's non-lyrics music challenge, written to Beaming Sunlight.
Sometimes when Alphonse woke up in the mornings, he’d sit up and stare out his window at the brightening sky.
Sometimes patches of feelings and emotions would slowly filter through his wakening conscious as he does this, making him smile sadly as the barest whims of a memory would pass by. Later in the morning, he would wonder what the memory was… what it was that made him so happy or so sad in the mornings. But at the moments of dawn, when the sunlight started trickling through the distance and into his room, creating those long shadows and cozy atmosphere, Alphonse didn’t let his thoughts get that far.
Sometimes he would close his eyes again, leaning his warm forehead against the cold glass of the window as he breathed in the morning sharpness, the fresh dew and clean breeze that would mellow out by noon. At those times, he could almost hear the whispers of laughter and a soft melody playing in his head. He knew better than to force those sounds, because they would always disappear if he did.
Alphonse was never lonely in the mornings.
It was only through the rest of the day when he’s realize just how alone he was. How he was now the last of his family, with his mother dead and his brother gone. Those moments would hit suddenly, in the middle of training or some other exercise or chore that Sensei gave him. He would stop what he was doing, and stare blankly at either his hands or his surroundings, unsure what to make of his thoughts. The gnawing ache in his chest never went away, but he was usually able to push it back to the point where he could function as a normal human being.
There were always those moments where he couldn’t ignore it, though.
And it was always in the morning when Al allowed his thoughts to just drift on the beams of sunlight entering his room. It was in the mornings when this ache was the strongest- so strong that it nearly went away. The warm haze of sleep and of distant memories were so strong in the mornings that Al could almost believe he could swing his legs out of bed and jump into the bed a few feet away from his… laughing as his brother cursed him out for waking him so early, and threw a pillow at him.
But when the sun was finally up and those thoughts cleared up, the bed next to his was always empty.
The mornings were like a wakening melody… slow and brimming with emotion, but then speeding up and saddening with dreams faded away into reality once more.
This morning, though, Alphonse woke up rather slowly, enjoying the warm feeling of his bed rather than sitting up, snuggling into the blankets and curling up against the sunlight. The distant laughter and talking in his mind was strong today- he could almost make out the words. It was like a dream where he could feel the warm floorboards of some random inn under his feet and the dryness of the air that indicated a southern city, and see the figure in red walking just ahead of him, talking and laughing with him about something.
But he couldn’t figure what it was that the figure was saying.
Al opened his eyes slowly, his gaze still unfocused as he stared at the bed next to his.
“What are you doing, Alphonse? Don’t straggle like this- we’re going to be late to the train station!”
The voice was deep and slightly disapproving, with more than a hint of tease in it. It was an older sibling’s tone, one of gentle admonishment that was carried in the undertones so that other people wouldn’t be able to hear it.
“You’re the one at fault if we’re late, brother,” Al mumbled into his pillow, burying his face from the morning, not wanting to wake up fully. “You’re the one who should have packed last night instead of doing it last minute.”
A soft chuckle drifted to Alphonse’s ears, warming his heart. Underneath his eyelids, Alphonse could see a faint vision of gold hair as the figure rushed about, throwing items haphazardly into a worn, brown suitcase. A hair tie was being held between white teeth as the figure tried to multitask organizing his papers, putting on his coat, and untangling his hair at the same time.
Al’s fingers dug into his blankets as he itched to help plait that gold mess.
The sunlight made everything look too bright- it illuminated the vision in his head until Al couldn’t see his brother’s face, only the gold and red as the small figure took out a pocket watch and yelped at the time, redoubling his speed to shove all his papers in the suitcase.
“Can’t we just catch the next train, though?” Al asked, suddenly feeling like he didn’t watch to leave. He wanted to stay in this foggy room filled with the bright sunshine where his brother would be. It was warm here. He had a feeling that it would hurt to leave, because he would be leaving a part of himself there.
The figure paused and spun around to face him, silhouetted against the window. Al could still see the faint outlines of a grin, one that was a touch too wide and confident.
“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough, Al?”
Alphonse couldn’t understand the question. He stared at his brother patiently, waiting for him to elaborate on that. The figure in red snapped the locks of the suitcase shut, and picked it up, whirling around as he tied off his hair with one end, the golden strands trapped in a messy plait.
“I promised to return you as soon as possible, didn’t I?” Ed asked with a sad smile that didn’t suit his face. Alphonse wanted to do something about that smile, because he didn’t like to see it… he never liked to see his brother upset. “If we can make this train… why wait for the next one?”
Edward turned toward the door, with one hand on the knob as he tilted his head towards Alphonse. “We can’t stay here forever, no matter how nice it is. We have to keep moving forward… I’m sure that once we get to our destination, everything will be even better. We can’t afford to hesitate now, when we’re so close to the end.”
The click of the door sliding open startled Al, and Ed grinned again.
“We’ll make it. You’ll see, Al.”
When Alphonse opened his eyes again, the sunlight was streaming through the window of his room, and he could clearly see the bed next to his, neatly made.
He couldn’t remember the dreams he had, only the vague feeling of hollowness in his chest and the sad smile. He felt as if he should get up and find a comb and hair tie, because it would be necessary if they wanted to catch the next train.
But no… he wasn’t getting on a train.
Alphonse sat up, pushing the blankets down to waist level as he stared at the bed next to his, hazy mind startling to clear up and forget the ringing laughter of two small boys as they engaged in a pillow fight early in the morning.
He couldn’t remember what he had dreamt about.
There was a sense of urgency in his chest that was always so strong in the mornings. He didn’t want to be late. He didn’t want to have to wait for his next chance.
As Alphonse dressed and headed down for breakfast, greeting Izumi politely on the way, he knew that he would find his brother again if he tried hard enough. That he would remember everything if he could only see his brother again, see why he needed to set out a comb and hair band out every morning, and why he was expecting to see a worn brown suit at the floor of the next bed every night.
Al would continue his training, continue to learn alchemy and study this mysterious Gate that Sensei talked about. He would figure where his brother was, and he would bring his brother back.
He wouldn’t wait any longer than he absolutely had to.
contrelamontre non-lyics music challenge. Written in 43 minutes, for the song Beaming Sunlight, a piano piece played by Michiru Oshima. (Track 20 on the FMA OST soundtrack, I think.) It’s a slow song, and my writing was slow. ^^;;Title: Morning Dreams
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Rating: G (for Gen! XD)
Character(s): Alphonse
Time: 43 minutes
Spoilers: Takes place after episode 51.
contrelamontre's non-lyrics music challenge, written to Beaming Sunlight.Sometimes when Alphonse woke up in the mornings, he’d sit up and stare out his window at the brightening sky.
Sometimes patches of feelings and emotions would slowly filter through his wakening conscious as he does this, making him smile sadly as the barest whims of a memory would pass by. Later in the morning, he would wonder what the memory was… what it was that made him so happy or so sad in the mornings. But at the moments of dawn, when the sunlight started trickling through the distance and into his room, creating those long shadows and cozy atmosphere, Alphonse didn’t let his thoughts get that far.
Sometimes he would close his eyes again, leaning his warm forehead against the cold glass of the window as he breathed in the morning sharpness, the fresh dew and clean breeze that would mellow out by noon. At those times, he could almost hear the whispers of laughter and a soft melody playing in his head. He knew better than to force those sounds, because they would always disappear if he did.
Alphonse was never lonely in the mornings.
It was only through the rest of the day when he’s realize just how alone he was. How he was now the last of his family, with his mother dead and his brother gone. Those moments would hit suddenly, in the middle of training or some other exercise or chore that Sensei gave him. He would stop what he was doing, and stare blankly at either his hands or his surroundings, unsure what to make of his thoughts. The gnawing ache in his chest never went away, but he was usually able to push it back to the point where he could function as a normal human being.
There were always those moments where he couldn’t ignore it, though.
And it was always in the morning when Al allowed his thoughts to just drift on the beams of sunlight entering his room. It was in the mornings when this ache was the strongest- so strong that it nearly went away. The warm haze of sleep and of distant memories were so strong in the mornings that Al could almost believe he could swing his legs out of bed and jump into the bed a few feet away from his… laughing as his brother cursed him out for waking him so early, and threw a pillow at him.
But when the sun was finally up and those thoughts cleared up, the bed next to his was always empty.
The mornings were like a wakening melody… slow and brimming with emotion, but then speeding up and saddening with dreams faded away into reality once more.
This morning, though, Alphonse woke up rather slowly, enjoying the warm feeling of his bed rather than sitting up, snuggling into the blankets and curling up against the sunlight. The distant laughter and talking in his mind was strong today- he could almost make out the words. It was like a dream where he could feel the warm floorboards of some random inn under his feet and the dryness of the air that indicated a southern city, and see the figure in red walking just ahead of him, talking and laughing with him about something.
But he couldn’t figure what it was that the figure was saying.
Al opened his eyes slowly, his gaze still unfocused as he stared at the bed next to his.
“What are you doing, Alphonse? Don’t straggle like this- we’re going to be late to the train station!”
The voice was deep and slightly disapproving, with more than a hint of tease in it. It was an older sibling’s tone, one of gentle admonishment that was carried in the undertones so that other people wouldn’t be able to hear it.
“You’re the one at fault if we’re late, brother,” Al mumbled into his pillow, burying his face from the morning, not wanting to wake up fully. “You’re the one who should have packed last night instead of doing it last minute.”
A soft chuckle drifted to Alphonse’s ears, warming his heart. Underneath his eyelids, Alphonse could see a faint vision of gold hair as the figure rushed about, throwing items haphazardly into a worn, brown suitcase. A hair tie was being held between white teeth as the figure tried to multitask organizing his papers, putting on his coat, and untangling his hair at the same time.
Al’s fingers dug into his blankets as he itched to help plait that gold mess.
The sunlight made everything look too bright- it illuminated the vision in his head until Al couldn’t see his brother’s face, only the gold and red as the small figure took out a pocket watch and yelped at the time, redoubling his speed to shove all his papers in the suitcase.
“Can’t we just catch the next train, though?” Al asked, suddenly feeling like he didn’t watch to leave. He wanted to stay in this foggy room filled with the bright sunshine where his brother would be. It was warm here. He had a feeling that it would hurt to leave, because he would be leaving a part of himself there.
The figure paused and spun around to face him, silhouetted against the window. Al could still see the faint outlines of a grin, one that was a touch too wide and confident.
“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough, Al?”
Alphonse couldn’t understand the question. He stared at his brother patiently, waiting for him to elaborate on that. The figure in red snapped the locks of the suitcase shut, and picked it up, whirling around as he tied off his hair with one end, the golden strands trapped in a messy plait.
“I promised to return you as soon as possible, didn’t I?” Ed asked with a sad smile that didn’t suit his face. Alphonse wanted to do something about that smile, because he didn’t like to see it… he never liked to see his brother upset. “If we can make this train… why wait for the next one?”
Edward turned toward the door, with one hand on the knob as he tilted his head towards Alphonse. “We can’t stay here forever, no matter how nice it is. We have to keep moving forward… I’m sure that once we get to our destination, everything will be even better. We can’t afford to hesitate now, when we’re so close to the end.”
The click of the door sliding open startled Al, and Ed grinned again.
“We’ll make it. You’ll see, Al.”
When Alphonse opened his eyes again, the sunlight was streaming through the window of his room, and he could clearly see the bed next to his, neatly made.
He couldn’t remember the dreams he had, only the vague feeling of hollowness in his chest and the sad smile. He felt as if he should get up and find a comb and hair tie, because it would be necessary if they wanted to catch the next train.
But no… he wasn’t getting on a train.
Alphonse sat up, pushing the blankets down to waist level as he stared at the bed next to his, hazy mind startling to clear up and forget the ringing laughter of two small boys as they engaged in a pillow fight early in the morning.
He couldn’t remember what he had dreamt about.
There was a sense of urgency in his chest that was always so strong in the mornings. He didn’t want to be late. He didn’t want to have to wait for his next chance.
As Alphonse dressed and headed down for breakfast, greeting Izumi politely on the way, he knew that he would find his brother again if he tried hard enough. That he would remember everything if he could only see his brother again, see why he needed to set out a comb and hair band out every morning, and why he was expecting to see a worn brown suit at the floor of the next bed every night.
Al would continue his training, continue to learn alchemy and study this mysterious Gate that Sensei talked about. He would figure where his brother was, and he would bring his brother back.
He wouldn’t wait any longer than he absolutely had to.
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