Drabble - I remember

Title: I Remember
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluffy angst?? Is there such a thing??
Words: 395
Summary: Roy remembers what he’s lost
A.N: Ok, so where shall we set this?? I’m going with manga!Roy, after the truth takes his sight. Let’s pretend he doesn’t get that back shall we? XD I've temporarily stopped procrastinating to type this up, mainly because my net is fucking me over :-/ And if it continues to annoy me I have a feeling I'll be typing up more fic. I need to do something after all :D Now, let's see if my net will let me post this! Answer was no! It wouldn't let me last night, it's being slightly more cooperative today. Oh, don't forget the xmas card post XD

There are some days I wonder what the sky was like when I could see. Were the clouds ever really fluffy? How grey did it get when it rained? Did I ever watch the snow fall? Or did I wait for it to hit the ground before I paid it any notice?

Ever since the gate took my sight, I’ve been forgetting what things looked like. A flower, the first car I ever owned, the sunrise, the sunset. I try to recall the reds that spread across the sky and whether it was purple that was more prominent or orange.

There are other things I have trouble with too. Faces seem to mingle in my mind. I can’t quite remember Havoc’s hair style or what Kain’s glasses look like or if I ever saw the colour of Falman’s eyes. There is a thankfully there too however, I’m thankfully forgetting what Armstrong’s chest looks like.

But then I wonder did Al have red orbs or purple? Was his loincloth yellow or tan? What does he look like now?

But these things seem small and trivial and it doesn’t matter in the long term as long as I remember what is important. As long as I remember you!

I remember your eyes as they looked through me in Risembool. I remember your eyes when they looked angry in East City. I remember your eyes as they looked in that first moment of realisation when I kissed you for the first time and I remember your eyes as they looked in that first moment of passion, that first release.

I remember your hair when it’s up and when it’s down, cascading over your naked shoulders. I remember how it looks when it shines bright gold in the sunlight. I remember your face when it was angry, sad or flushed from sex, when your cheeks turn almost as many colours as the setting sun.

I remember the sight of your body as it writhed under mine. I remember the colour of your automail and how it glows in the moonlight through a bedroom window.

I may not be able to remember what a rose looks like clearly enough but you are as sharp in my mind as ever and I remember you completely. Even if I never regain my sight, I will always see you clearly in my mind.

Drabble - I remember

Title: I Remember
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluffy angst?? Is there such a thing??
Words: 395
Summary: Roy remembers what he’s lost
A.N: Ok, so where shall we set this?? I’m going with manga!Roy, after the truth takes his sight. Let’s pretend he doesn’t get that back shall we? XD I've temporarily stopped procrastinating to type this up, mainly because my net is fucking me over :-/ And if it continues to annoy me I have a feeling I'll be typing up more fic. I need to do something after all :D Now, let's see if my net will let me post this! Answer was no! It wouldn't let me last night, it's being slightly more cooperative today. Oh, don't forget the xmas card post XD

There are some days I wonder what the sky was like when I could see. Were the clouds ever really fluffy? How grey did it get when it rained? Did I ever watch the snow fall? Or did I wait for it to hit the ground before I paid it any notice?

Ever since the gate took my sight, I’ve been forgetting what things looked like. A flower, the first car I ever owned, the sunrise, the sunset. I try to recall the reds that spread across the sky and whether it was purple that was more prominent or orange.

There are other things I have trouble with too. Faces seem to mingle in my mind. I can’t quite remember Havoc’s hair style or what Kain’s glasses look like or if I ever saw the colour of Falman’s eyes. There is a thankfully there too however, I’m thankfully forgetting what Armstrong’s chest looks like.

But then I wonder did Al have red orbs or purple? Was his loincloth yellow or tan? What does he look like now?

But these things seem small and trivial and it doesn’t matter in the long term as long as I remember what is important. As long as I remember you!

I remember your eyes as they looked through me in Risembool. I remember your eyes when they looked angry in East City. I remember your eyes as they looked in that first moment of realisation when I kissed you for the first time and I remember your eyes as they looked in that first moment of passion, that first release.

I remember your hair when it’s up and when it’s down, cascading over your naked shoulders. I remember how it looks when it shines bright gold in the sunlight. I remember your face when it was angry, sad or flushed from sex, when your cheeks turn almost as many colours as the setting sun.

I remember the sight of your body as it writhed under mine. I remember the colour of your automail and how it glows in the moonlight through a bedroom window.

I may not be able to remember what a rose looks like clearly enough but you are as sharp in my mind as ever and I remember you completely. Even if I never regain my sight, I will always see you clearly in my mind.