FMA ficlet - "Second Sight"
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aquabeanTitle: Second Sight
Author: Rune
Words: 274
Notes: It's been, quite seriously, months since I've written anything. Without![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karotsamused or ranalore I'd never have done this one either. They are brilliant betas. Also? I'm going to go ahead and whore myself out for feedback. Please? Because you love me? (Spoilers for the end of the anime.)
Summary: Roy used to have a dream. Now he has a vision.
They'd told him, in the beginning, that he shouldn't be alarmed, that "seeing" with his left eye was normal. Nothing more than his brain coming to terms with the change in depth perception, giving balance to the new darkness.
He had ignored it then, the shadows of red he sometimes saw, standing next to the bookcase in the library, beside him when he read at night. Most often though, it waited at the kitchen table, claiming the one sunny chair as its own, a phantom nuisance rather than a pain.
And that had been it, the familiarity of frustration and affection opening his mouth, giving voice to wry questions of propriety and whose kitchen it was, really. Repeated, quietly, easily, until ritual was formed.
Breakfast took longer when sections of the paper were read out loud over the coffee and toast.
Platitudes, he came to learn, were truer than he'd imagined. Heart and home and alchemy's starting place, all confirmed over recipe books once forgotten but now consulted with a scientist's care.
In the evenings he drank tea, cold ceramic in his palm an excuse to venture down the stairs one last time before sleep. A quietly spoken, "Goodnight," given with his back to the table before common sense could take him.
It was a simple thing, the one indulgence he allowed himself: those mornings, that small insanity.
With it came imagined conscience; disapproval when he skipped a meal, irked silence when he dog-eared pages of a book. Equivalent exchange in its own right, the morning sun traded for company, hope postponed for comfort now.
Author: Rune
Words: 274
Notes: It's been, quite seriously, months since I've written anything. Without
karotsamused or ranalore I'd never have done this one either. They are brilliant betas. Also? I'm going to go ahead and whore myself out for feedback. Please? Because you love me? (Spoilers for the end of the anime.)Summary: Roy used to have a dream. Now he has a vision.
They'd told him, in the beginning, that he shouldn't be alarmed, that "seeing" with his left eye was normal. Nothing more than his brain coming to terms with the change in depth perception, giving balance to the new darkness.
He had ignored it then, the shadows of red he sometimes saw, standing next to the bookcase in the library, beside him when he read at night. Most often though, it waited at the kitchen table, claiming the one sunny chair as its own, a phantom nuisance rather than a pain.
And that had been it, the familiarity of frustration and affection opening his mouth, giving voice to wry questions of propriety and whose kitchen it was, really. Repeated, quietly, easily, until ritual was formed.
Breakfast took longer when sections of the paper were read out loud over the coffee and toast.
Platitudes, he came to learn, were truer than he'd imagined. Heart and home and alchemy's starting place, all confirmed over recipe books once forgotten but now consulted with a scientist's care.
In the evenings he drank tea, cold ceramic in his palm an excuse to venture down the stairs one last time before sleep. A quietly spoken, "Goodnight," given with his back to the table before common sense could take him.
It was a simple thing, the one indulgence he allowed himself: those mornings, that small insanity.
With it came imagined conscience; disapproval when he skipped a meal, irked silence when he dog-eared pages of a book. Equivalent exchange in its own right, the morning sun traded for company, hope postponed for comfort now.
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