Edward Elric (
automailed) wrote2012-01-14 01:33 am
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- !derek bliss,
- !elicia hughes,
- !haruhi,
- !hiccup,
- !hohenheim,
- !keimi,
- !lindsay d ballard,
- !link (windwaker),
- !mewtwo,
- !mommy,
- !nami,
- !rainbow dash,
- !raven,
- !robert hastings,
- !roxas,
- !seto,
- !sokka,
- !taokaka,
- !tyria,
- !winry,
- "that bastard" = "dad",
- [action],
- [voice],
- awkward home life is awkward,
- house intruder,
- ilu mommy,
- stupid hohenheim
[Voice / Action] backdated to JANUARY 13th
[...So it's been a week. A full week since his parents had shown up in Luceti. And as of today, with the last bit of furniture in place, he and Al are officially "moved in". At least, in the sense of physically living there. Edward still finds himself looking out the window an awful lot and double-taking at the house number across the street, and at least three times now he's turned to approach the door of the Hughes' household instead of his own. He hasn't barged in unintentionally yet, at least. That would have been awfully embarrassing.
He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...
And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...
Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]
Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-
I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.
Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.
[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.
Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-
...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]
He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...
And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...
Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]
Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-
I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.
Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.
[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.
Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-
...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]
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That night, I... guess we saved each other. After that I made a promise, though, and when I get back, I'm gonna keep it. No matter what the cost, Al's going to get his body back.
[It's weird, though... usually sharing that story leaves him more drained, bothered by it. Right now he feels more relieved than anything to get it out in the open like that.]
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...Like you said. It's...it's not doing heroic stuff for glory's sake that makes someone impressive. You did what you had to do to save someone you love. And you still are.
[He smiles genuinely. Telling him all this...Ed must really trust him. And he feels pretty good about that. So in return, he'll help out in any way he can.]
And I think that's pretty admirable. Really. It is.
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He's not some indomitable legend, after all. Still just a kid.]
I... thanks. Really, thanks. That means a lot.
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Thank you, too. For...trusting me. With all that.
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[Not that he'd expect Hiccup to spread it around, but since it's Al's history too, he's gotta cover all his bases. Protecting his brother and all that.]
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[Hiccup won't breathe a word. He won't even tell Winry he knows, unless she brings it up.]
So...what are you going to do now? With her back? [What did she say about their bodies?]
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[He closes his eyes, one hand shifting to grip the edge of the workbench. He can still see it, in his mind's eye- the shadowed outline of a gasping, mangled creature, slack-jawed and choking on its own blood...]
Back then, we made something- something that barely even looked human, like we'd missed a crucial part of the equation even after giving up so much to perform the transmutation. It looked at me for just a few moments, and... it died.
[Breathe, Ed. Just breathe.]
For a long time, I thought I'd brought her back in that body. That we'd killed her again.
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How is he even still standing? How did he move on from that? It would some kind of willpower that Hiccup doubts he even possesses. He would have given up. He would have given up right then and there.]
But you...you didn't. You said--something barely even human. So it wasn't actually her.
[...Right? Otherwise, what would he even say to her?]
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In part, I... guess I owe that much to Hohenheim. [Said extremely reluctantly, as if he hates the idea of giving the man any credit.] It was something he said that made me want to know for sure. I dug up the body, and... it wasn't her. It was someone else, someone completely different.
[That day, everything had changed. It had been such a relief to know, for both himself and for Al.
...but...]
...Knowing... and forgetting are two different things. The two memories- Mom, and that thing we made- have meshed together in my head for so long that... it's hard to look at her and not see it.
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This. This is tough. Not only to hear, but to know the right thing to say.]
At least...I mean, she's still your mom, right? So she'll love you and take care of you and can help you move past that. [Because that's what a mom would do, right? He's a bit out of his element here experience-wise.]
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No way- hell no! She can't ever know about this! She's been through enough already!
[Knowing that they tried to bring her back is one thing. But what it created as a result? It's too much.]
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--Y-yeah. You're right. But that just means you and Al have to figure it out on your own.
[Unless they work through their feelings with their father--which doesn't seem like the best suggestion.]
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What he did choose to say, though... Edward can't deny that there's merit to it.]
I haven't talked to Al about this part yet. He never- [-had those nightmares-] ...I don't know. It's just not the same.
[And he doesn't want to ruin Al's happiness just because he has issues.]
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[And putting up with something like that, on his own, when his family is forming around him and trying to figure out how to work...]
...Look, I--I know...you're going through a lot. And it might not be much, but..if there's anything I can do to help you, I will. Just tell me. And I will.
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He can muscle through this- he can muscle though anything, dammit, he's Edward Elric! He's the Fullmetal Alchemist! He didn't accept that name for nothing.
So... here goes. He'll do this, and he'll do it right.]
...I know. Thanks, Hiccup. Just hearing me out is plenty.
[Though he really should've told Ed just to shut up somewhere in the middle there.]
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[He just hopes he can, if it comes to that.]
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[Which is also weird, considering he's always only ever had one. Spares just wasn't in the equation before.]
Some screwdrivers might be helpful too. Just in case something comes loose.
[...Though at that point he'd really be better off getting Winry over there.]
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You can take whatever you need. Iiii don't think anyone is going to miss this stuff. We've got a lot of extra tools lying around.
[Huh. It feels weird to be talking so casually after what he just learned.]
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This'll be enough. Thanks, Hiccup. I appreciate the help.
[And... for listening. But he leaves that unspoken; he doesn't want to bring up such a serious topic again, so he tries for a calm smile instead. He's not sure if he should be relieved or disturbed that the story gets easier to share the more it gets told, but...]
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[--Oh!] Ah--the notes! Sorry. I totally--um, hang on. [He scoops up his bag and finishes assembling the loose pages with notes from world sharing class before finding a stray paperclip to keep them together.]
Here you go. Hopefully these'll be helpful.
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