Fic: Where The Sun Is Mute

[silkendreammaid]

Title: Where The Sun Is Mute
Author: silkendreammaid

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own, and never will, the characters of Fullmetal Alchemist.
Notes: This is a fic i wrote under another name a long time ago and it's now finished

Chapter 2: To Be Seen

Roy Mustang will always see Edward Elric

 

Major Edward Elric made his way along the white hallways and corridors. In his usual fashion he stomped hard. Even though he couldn’t hear it, he had no other way of warning people he was approaching. So he always pounded his feet. One harder than the other in a rhythm he could feel echoed by his pulse. It flowed through him and he walked to that soundless beat all the time.

Behind him was his brother. The cool metal tang he could smell and almost taste on the air was one of the two most important constants in his life. He always knew where his brother was. Beyond the door ahead was the other constant. Roy Mustang.

He turned to his brother as they stopped in front of the door and Al placed his hand on Ed’s shoulder, a gentle squeeze saying all Ed couldn’t hear. Ed smiled, and Al made a shooing motion with his other hand. Ed nodded and turned to the door, opening and it and slipping through quietly.

The dark head tilted, turning towards him and he saw the rare smile appear. Ed nearly smiled in return as he walked, no longer stomping, his footsteps almost faltering as he got closer. He came to a slow stop and he had to take a deep breath before he reached for the questing fingers of the man in the bed. The smile that had begun to fade returned and he was pulled close.

The thin lips moved in the shape he knew was his name and he froze as Roy’s free hand came up to cup his face. Slender fingers moved over his face, gently exploring. They lingered across his lips, paused over damp eyelashes and then moved to slide into his hair. A small tug brought his face close and he kept still as Roy gently kissed his eyes, his nose before moving to capture his mouth and he was pulled onto the bed.

When Ed lifted his head again, he brought his left hand up to his mouth and pulled his glove off before running warm flesh fingers across the pale face in front of him. Tracing along the edges of the bandages that concealed the expressive dark eyes, he kept his touch light. Then he began moving through the dark silky hair, easing it free of the wrappings that circled Roy’s head and smoothing it down. Without sight, without speech, this was the only way he could think of to let Roy know what he was feeling.

A finger tapped at his chest and he looked down. Roy’s finger moved in a pattern over Ed's shirt and he watched, understanding flaring and he blinked rapidly a few times.

Thank you.

Ed saw Roy smiling and closed his own eyes. It was one thing to be unable to say anything, but to not be able to see. That he couldn’t comprehend. And being able to see the expressions in those dark eyes, it was the way they spoke to each other. What would he do if he couldn’t talk to Roy like that again? The doctors had said, had repeated it several times for him, that it was only temporary. What if they were wrong? His hands tightened and for a brief moment he pressed closer. He kept his eyes shut as his hand smoothed over Roy's chest before responding.

Stupid bastard. He could feel the laugh that went through Roy.

"Shrimp."

Not short! He pressed firmly as he wrote and Roy shifted slightly, settling his head against Ed’s.

Is it dark? Ed suddenly asked.

"No."

What do you see?

I see you. Roy's fingers moved steadily finishing the last letter over Ed's heart.

It wasn’t dark and it wasn’t silent, even as they lay there, eyes closed, saying nothing as Ed replied.



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