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[baroqueangel]

Title: Understanding
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 just in case
Warning: Angst, written while tired.
Timeline: After Shamballa sort of AU
Words: 358
Summary: Roy reflects while Ed sleeps.
A.N: Not completely happy, this is version 4 of this idea and I still can’t seem to get it right but I needed to post now or I wouldn’t be posting at all. I attempted first person and the title and summary suck but oh well, never mind. Again an old fic contest fic that I forgot to post here. it was for the prompt 'Gold'
 

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, it’s a stark contrast to when he’s awake. His hair cascades over his shoulder, sunlight over tanned skin. He’s been working hard rebuilding, helping fix what he thinks he caused. ‘If only I hadn’t gone looking, if only I had never come back.’ He says it often and it hurts me, if he hadn’t come back I would still be alone living a half life in darkness, freezing in snow.

His automail, his silver sin, shines in the moonlight coming through the window. Newly built and made just for him, the craftsmanship an offering to a brother she never thought she would see again. I’d missed that sight almost as much as I’d missed him.

He told me once that silver was his favourite colour, he’d said it signified moving forward and working hard. His silver pocket watch was proof, he’d worked hard and achieved the impossible but I still hadn’t understood. How can your favourite colour be defined by things that bring you pain? Al was silver at the time, how could he still like a colour that constantly reminded him of a mistake that he needed to fix?

Ed had laughed at me, which at the time had been rather annoying. I was his commanding officer and all, not like that ever made a difference to our interactions. I had insulted him with a rather good short joke and he had stormed out, the conversation forgotten until now.

I understand now how something that brings you pain can be a definition of something you love. He brings me pain, he makes my heart ache and sometimes he makes me so mad but I love him. I love his brash attitude and his bad taste, gargoyles?? Please. I love his never ending devotion and his ability to piss me off. I love his alchemic genius and his complete disregard for authority. Mostly though, I love his golden hair and I love his golden eyes that see right through me better than anyone else ever could or ever has.

His favourite colour may be silver but mine will always be gold.