Forget the Cold
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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2
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Forget the Cold
Forget the Cold
-- PrettySuicide
\"Forgive to forget, forget to forgive.\"
Prologue-- Worries
He kind of wondered what Fletcher would say when he finally returned. Would he be happy, like always? Would he be angry with him, leaving with no more warning than a note on the night stand? Would the older brother even be wanted back at all?
Perhaps Fletcher had moved on. Maybe he didn\'t even need his brother anymore. A month of his absense could have had an effect on him, made him more independant and likely less trustworthy. Or, worse yet, what if Russell\'s younger brother wasn\'t even there? Maybe he moved out of the house, or...
What if something happened to him?
It had been a month. A whole month since the two had seen each other, despite the fact that their life used to consist of only those two, those two trying to accomplish their dream of finally catching the Philosopher\'s Stone, just as Edward and Alphonse Elric had attempted before them.
Russell wondered what became of them. Did they accomplish their mission, at long last? Likely not. No one else, from what he knew, had even found the almost sacred gem that all alchemists wished to hold in their possession, the stone that defied the laws of alchemy... Maybe Al was himself again and no longer twisted metal and rusting steel. Maybe Edward was more human than automail now, able to feel as he should be able.
Or maybe something went horribly wrong.
Russell could almost hear his brother chastising him right now in that adoreable way of his for worrying about such... worthless things that would never again effect them.
That little phase of his life was over and done with now, he should move on, Fletcher might say.
If he was going to even talk at all.
The steady beat of the tracks as the train all but flew over them was the only noise that Russell could hear, seeing as he was the only one in this car. Since when were trains so empty? Did no one have any reason to travel?
But of course, not everyone ditched their families. Most of them stayed, they were happy. Brothers would play together, live lavishly with parents that cared for them, maybe they\'d have a huge house, they\'d never hear about the false hopes called alchemy, and their lives wouldn\'t be ruined by it. Like the lives of he and his brother. Alchemy tore them apart and forged them back together, except there were more flaws each time around. The metal was weakening, and soon enough, it wouldn\'t be a thing able to mend any more. It\'d be broken, and it\'d be permanent.
He sighed. Fletcher would be yelling at him again, and he didn\'t wish to make the child angry. He never did. He barely remembered ever hurting the boy.
But of course, he remembered more the times when he had been gone.
Perhaps that was a more severe pain than if he had physically hit him instead.
Another sigh.
How long was this ride to last? It seemed to take forever, despite his wishes for it to end here, now. But his stop was the next one...
A prayer from the heavens was symbolized by the screech of metal upon metal, wheels kicking into gear and pulling the long vehicle to a slow halt. But the stop seemed longer than anything else in his world. His heart was racing, his mind blurry. Would Fletcher be awaiting the arrival of this train? By the gods, he hoped so. He wondered if his letter had even be received... Maybe it had gotten lost in the mail, and the poor child was left alone somewhere, wondering, or maybe with someone else.
A wave of possession swept through his mind. Fletcher had best not be with anyone, male or female. Alone was dissatisfactory, of course, but with someone? He could get hurt...
And they could...
Sudden fear cooresponded with these thoughts, and as quickly as he could, his things were gathered... things meaning a single suitcase, seeming more empty than it was full, likely having no more than a few sets of clothes.
Russell had never truly been a man who cared much about possessions. Just as long as he and his brother were happy and healthy, life was good. Meaning life had been bad and terrible for the past month, but today, it would be decided.
Apprehension clouding his thoughts, he began to walk down the length of the train, finding the nearest exit he could.
This was terrifying.
Because he knew these doors, these doors that could be both his heaven and hell, without division, were about to open, and he knew little to nothing of the world he was about to step into. He was an unprepared one thrust upon an island and expected to survive with everything he had, which was nothing.
With a gusty hiss, the doors opened.
-- PrettySuicide
\"Forgive to forget, forget to forgive.\"
Prologue-- Worries
He kind of wondered what Fletcher would say when he finally returned. Would he be happy, like always? Would he be angry with him, leaving with no more warning than a note on the night stand? Would the older brother even be wanted back at all?
Perhaps Fletcher had moved on. Maybe he didn\'t even need his brother anymore. A month of his absense could have had an effect on him, made him more independant and likely less trustworthy. Or, worse yet, what if Russell\'s younger brother wasn\'t even there? Maybe he moved out of the house, or...
What if something happened to him?
It had been a month. A whole month since the two had seen each other, despite the fact that their life used to consist of only those two, those two trying to accomplish their dream of finally catching the Philosopher\'s Stone, just as Edward and Alphonse Elric had attempted before them.
Russell wondered what became of them. Did they accomplish their mission, at long last? Likely not. No one else, from what he knew, had even found the almost sacred gem that all alchemists wished to hold in their possession, the stone that defied the laws of alchemy... Maybe Al was himself again and no longer twisted metal and rusting steel. Maybe Edward was more human than automail now, able to feel as he should be able.
Or maybe something went horribly wrong.
Russell could almost hear his brother chastising him right now in that adoreable way of his for worrying about such... worthless things that would never again effect them.
That little phase of his life was over and done with now, he should move on, Fletcher might say.
If he was going to even talk at all.
The steady beat of the tracks as the train all but flew over them was the only noise that Russell could hear, seeing as he was the only one in this car. Since when were trains so empty? Did no one have any reason to travel?
But of course, not everyone ditched their families. Most of them stayed, they were happy. Brothers would play together, live lavishly with parents that cared for them, maybe they\'d have a huge house, they\'d never hear about the false hopes called alchemy, and their lives wouldn\'t be ruined by it. Like the lives of he and his brother. Alchemy tore them apart and forged them back together, except there were more flaws each time around. The metal was weakening, and soon enough, it wouldn\'t be a thing able to mend any more. It\'d be broken, and it\'d be permanent.
He sighed. Fletcher would be yelling at him again, and he didn\'t wish to make the child angry. He never did. He barely remembered ever hurting the boy.
But of course, he remembered more the times when he had been gone.
Perhaps that was a more severe pain than if he had physically hit him instead.
Another sigh.
How long was this ride to last? It seemed to take forever, despite his wishes for it to end here, now. But his stop was the next one...
A prayer from the heavens was symbolized by the screech of metal upon metal, wheels kicking into gear and pulling the long vehicle to a slow halt. But the stop seemed longer than anything else in his world. His heart was racing, his mind blurry. Would Fletcher be awaiting the arrival of this train? By the gods, he hoped so. He wondered if his letter had even be received... Maybe it had gotten lost in the mail, and the poor child was left alone somewhere, wondering, or maybe with someone else.
A wave of possession swept through his mind. Fletcher had best not be with anyone, male or female. Alone was dissatisfactory, of course, but with someone? He could get hurt...
And they could...
Sudden fear cooresponded with these thoughts, and as quickly as he could, his things were gathered... things meaning a single suitcase, seeming more empty than it was full, likely having no more than a few sets of clothes.
Russell had never truly been a man who cared much about possessions. Just as long as he and his brother were happy and healthy, life was good. Meaning life had been bad and terrible for the past month, but today, it would be decided.
Apprehension clouding his thoughts, he began to walk down the length of the train, finding the nearest exit he could.
This was terrifying.
Because he knew these doors, these doors that could be both his heaven and hell, without division, were about to open, and he knew little to nothing of the world he was about to step into. He was an unprepared one thrust upon an island and expected to survive with everything he had, which was nothing.
With a gusty hiss, the doors opened.