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“Ed, seriously. The boots; I get it, you like them...but you gotta wear the sunglasses, you’re the only person I’ve ever seen with gold eyes. They’re a recognizable trait,” the two of them had been going back and forth for an hour now over an undercover mission Ed was being sent on (and she was coming too, as his alibi and backup. Shame she wasn’t getting paid for this, not being actual military personnel and all), mostly over traits of his too recognizable to not hide. Particularly his eyes, the excuse of which she’d come up with for wearing the shades being that his eyes were light-sensitive. Ed thought it was ridiculous and unnecessary, Rory begged to differ. Clearly this mission would be a nightmare for the both of them, for too many reasons to count. It felt...weird to Aurora, even pretending that Ed was her older brother. One reason being that it nagged at her, that she might have had siblings of her own that she couldn’t even remember. Basically nothing of her life before remained in her memory, and reinventing herself the first time was tricky enough. Doing it again? It felt odd, and it hurt. We don’t discuss her second reason for feeling odd in this crafted lie of theirs, no. Not at all, this doesn’t need to be touched upon.
It also felt funny to send Alphonse, the true younger sibling of Ed’s away for the duration of it, but the soul attached to armor at his side was too ingrained into the image people had of the Elric brothers for him to stay. Thus, a mini vacation to their hometown Al would recieve. Pushing her fake glasses back up the bridge of her nose, Rory sighed.
“Other than that...go over our ‘tragic backstory’ and names again? You’re eerily good at spinning this shit, and I don’t want to fuck up a detail.”
“Yeah, Thomas. Crystal clear, I won’t forget it,” ‘Julie’ sighed, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her blue dress. She felt silly in it, it was too frilly. She much preferred her shorts and pants, but Ed did a lot to change his appearance for this...so she could afford to fix hers too. Rory’s bangs had been pulled back with a headband, her jewelry left with Alphonse. Fake glasses made her look less like, well... herself. She’d insisted on coming because without Al, Ed would be alone. No one to back him up if something went wrong...she didn’t like the odds of that, so she’d been stubborn about it. She didn’t know why Ed had to be such a little bitch pain about the sunglasses, didn’t he realize how rare his eye color is? Plus, people knew how utterly tacky different he dressed, so if he didn’t make an effort to look like everyone else, he’d be found out pretty damn quick.
“Y’know, it’s not gonna be nearly as tricky for me as you think to not use alchemy. It’s cool n’ all, but there’s value in doing things the hard way,” she commented, her gaze shifting out the window. Alchemy was fun, but she was taking this much more seriously than he seemed to think she was. This was important, and fuck, if this went to plan...maybe Mustang would finally leave them the fuck alone over her presence. Damn, she was starting to miss Alphonse already... at least he was nice more than half the time and it made her wonder why her heart would race because of Ed, instead of Al. The younger Elric was so kind, and gentle. Ed was loud, and could be real mean sometimes...but he was still a great guy; funny, intelligent, strong, compassionate... fucking kill her.
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“Ed, seriously. The boots; I get it, you like them…but you gotta wear the sunglasses, you’re the only person I’ve ever seen with gold eyes. They’re a recognizable trait,” the two of them had been going back and forth for an hour now over an undercover mission Ed was being sent on (and she was coming too, as his alibi and backup. Shame she wasn’t getting paid for this, not being actual military personnel and all), mostly over traits of his too recognizable to not hide. Particularly his eyes, the excuse of which she’d come up with for wearing the shades being that his eyes were light-sensitive. Ed thought it was ridiculous and unnecessary, Rory begged to differ. Clearly this mission would be a nightmare for the both of them, for too many reasons to count. It felt…weird to Aurora, even pretending that Ed was her older brother. One reason being that it nagged at her, that she might have had siblings of her own that she couldn’t even remember. Basically nothing of her life before remained in her memory, and reinventing herself the first time was tricky enough. Doing it again? It felt odd, and it hurt. We don’t discuss her second reason for feeling odd in this crafted lie of theirs, no. Not at all, this doesn’t need to be touched upon.
It also felt funny to send Alphonse, the true younger sibling of Ed’s away for the duration of it, but the soul attached to armor at his side was too ingrained into the image people had of the Elric brothers for him to stay. Thus, a mini vacation to their hometown Al would recieve. Pushing her fake glasses back up the bridge of her nose, Rory sighed.
“Other than that…go over our ‘tragic backstory’ and names again? You’re eerily good at spinning this shit, and I don’t want to fuck up a detail.”
He’s shifting his weight as he looks at her, hair put put different then it normally was and a different dress to boot. At least she had to look different too. He’d dyed his hair for this mess. It better be worth it. They needed to get some Intel and for some dumb reason Mustang had decided he was the best man for the job. ‘Rura had decided to go with him as backup / alibi / whatever the hell she was calling it.
Whatever, he could handle that - if she was going to come with him then he would make his hair match her’s and they could be siblings per-say. They already fought like it - it’d be fine. They were headed to a city in the South called Heissgart and apparently it wasn’t too friendly to the military and as such - disguises. More for him than her anyway.
So now he sets with dark hair, and dark glasses. He’s ditched his usual clothing excluding his boots and gloves and his long tresses have been pulled up into a tight bun he’s wearing under a messenger’s cap. He’s messed his bangs up so his hair covers more of his forehead s his brows are still quite blonde and could mess up the entire operation.
He fought her about those stupid glasses, but yet there they are resting on the bridge of his nose. They’re on the train on their way there, when she asks him to go over their sob story again. He’s moved plenty in his life when he had to lie through his teeth about the state of his right arm, so it wasn’t that far fetched to come up with another one.
“I told you we’re the Cromwell siblings from Youswell. I’m Thomas an’ yer Julie. We’re two years apart an’ when the war came I saved you from an explosion cause by Ishvalan terrorists, but it fucked up my hands tryin’ ta save Mom. I didn’t manage ta do it. She wanted me ta take care’a you. Dad died serving in the war. We’re all we got so we’re close. I’m just tryin’ ta get by day to day takin’ care’a my little sister. When we get there we’re lookin’ fer work. So remember, do. not. use. alchemy. ever.”
He’s firm in his words as levels his eyes with her.
“I’m serious. No Alchemy. I’ll play the traveling alchemist. I can fix things for money and do light work but I don’t know much. I’m in practice. I’m doing it because I can only use circles an’ I know you can’t draw circles from memory. Got that? No Alchemy. Leave that ta me. We’ll give the excuse that the fire made me light sensitive - that explosion messed me up is all you need ta remember. You got all that, Julie?”
“Sure sure, Cupcake. You want marshmallows or sprinkles on your non-dairy hot chocolate?” Yeah she should’ve seen Ed giving that a hard pass, she should’ve offered her prize possession next to Neverending Nightmares Alphonse instead. And hey; if you’re gonna terrorize your best friend, you might as well make him something nice to drink.
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“Alright, go get comfy,” she mumbled, plopping the little sugary lumps into her friend’s drink. Sitting down as Ed went to the closet, Mary held the cute lion mug filled with comforting goodness for him until he returned with the fuzzy bunny slippers. “Huh, so that’s what happened to those.... good fuckin’ timing, my feet feel like they’ve been to Antarctica and forgot to take my socks with them..” she relaxed visibly as she slipped the slippers on, but not before making sure the hot chocolate was safely in Ed’s grasp.
“Outlast is fantastic, bub. You just don’t have a stomach,” she sighed dramatically. “Oh, poor Ling. Having an extra excuse to get all mushy over you, I simply must express my impending remorse! You need not even tell me I should be sorry for trying to get you to be less of a scared bunny rabbit,”
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“Sure sure, Cupcake. You want marshmallows or sprinkles on your non-dairy hot chocolate?” Yeah she should’ve seen Ed giving that a hard pass, she should’ve offered her prize possession next to Neverending Nightmares Alphonse instead. And hey; if you’re gonna terrorize your best friend, you might as well make him something nice to drink.
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He’s making a face at her, wrinkling up his nose and glaring at her just a little at her comment. “Marshmallows please.” He sounds, as he shuffles into the living room to set things up and pulls a throw blanket off of the back of the couch. As if he remembered something the blond moves over to the closet in the corner of the room, digging through it until he pulls out a pair of slippers and sets them in front of the couch for her.
“You forgot those last time you were here.” It’s a flat remark as he sets down next to her, wrapping himself up in the blanket he’d pulled down. “Let’s play this stupid game, but when I’m a basket case at school tomorrow yer the one who has ta apologize ta Ling.”
“Wasn’t stereotyping you; like ya said, we’re friends. Ergo, I thought ‘hey, this is my fav’rit game, lets see if my best bud would like it too!...eventually’. You think I would let my prize possession within five feet of yer’ face if we weren’t? You like sappy shit? Good on ya’, y’ ain’t half as messed up as me. As for masochism...dude, I feel nuthin’. Literally nuthin’ scares me, I jus’ like the storyline,” she countered, carefully removing the disk from its hard case and popping it into the Elric-Rockbell’s PlayStation.
As it loaded up, Mar glanced over at Ed. Lowering the sleeve of her ratty pullover, she carefully wiped the whipped cream off Ed’s nose. “Next time, we play one of yours, deal?”
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“Alright, go get comfy,” she mumbled, plopping the little sugary lumps into her friend’s drink. Sitting down as Ed went to the closet, Mary held the cute lion mug filled with comforting goodness for him until he returned with the fuzzy bunny slippers. “Huh, so that’s what happened to those…. good fuckin’ timing, my feet feel like they’ve been to Antarctica and forgot to take my socks with them..” she relaxed visibly as she slipped the slippers on, but not before making sure the hot chocolate was safely in Ed’s grasp.
“Outlast is fantastic, bub. You just don’t have a stomach,” she sighed dramatically. “Oh, poor Ling. Having an extra excuse to get all mushy over you, I simply must express my impending remorse! You need not even tell me I should be sorry for trying to get you to be less of a scared bunny rabbit,”
His eyes narrow at her as he twitches his nose at her in the same way a rabbit would. “Just play yer damn game, but if I have nightmares from this, yer the first person I’m callin’ and I’ll keep yer ass up all night.”
“The only reason I’m even humorin’ you is because yer one’a friends. I wouldn’t do this fer just anybody. Sorry I like things that make me feel good or things that make me feel happy n’ safe ya crazy ass masochist. I’m not an adrenaline junkie contrary ta popular belief. Just cause I like dressin’ in black doesn’t mean I automatically like all the creepy shit. Damn stereotypers.” He groaned as he took a sip from his coco, promptly gaining a whipped cream mustache and getting it all over the tip of his nose.
This just in, Aurora will fight everyone for Ed. We ride together we die together.
“...fair enough...”
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“ ‘Rura yer so god damn pushy. Like fuck, if I wanna do somethin’ slow I’m gunna an’ If I don’t wanna tell ya somethin’ I don’t hafta. Learn ta deal with it.”
“O’course I do, that jackass made you sad. We cannot be having that, oh no,” she told him, her arms snaking over his shoulders before a smile crept across her face, finally she got his favorite! “Well, it was the last one. Guess the baker had some filling left and used it? I don’t know, he said that too... guess the universe decided it was a good day for someone to have some leftover and bake it!” Rura giggled, giving him a squeeze. “No, seriously. You’re my best friend, of course I’d do whatever it takes to cheer you up, Ed...”
“Point me in the direction of the jerk who called you an idiot, they’re a tool and I’m fighting them,” Aurora spoke up, setting a box on his lap. “Don’t let that get you so glum, Ed; you’re a genius, they don’t know what they’re talking about. Now, you wipe that frown off your face and enjoy your pie,” she continued, opening the box to let the scent of warm, strawberry rhubarb waft out. “I picked one randomly this time.” She handed him a fork too. (We don’t like when he’s sad, or you)
“ ‘rura you - you really don’t hafta - “ he’s drawing in a deep breath as he sets there with a box filled with pie in his lap. “Did you - is - it’s my favorite isn’t it? How’dja? ‘Rura this is outta season....howd’dja....Thank you.”
“Ed for fuck’s sake, you’re clearly coming down with some-!” Rora paused, a sigh escaping as she saw him try to work a kink out of his neck. He was going to be stubborn about this no matter what she said, that was just Ed. She brushed his hands from his neck and went to work out the crick in his neck herself. “..fine, Ed. I know you’re not gonna listen, that’s plain enough to see. At least...at least promise me you’ll tell me if you need something, and rest up tomorrow. You really don’t look good and...I’m worried. You push yourself too hard...” she told him honestly.
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“ ‘Rura I just - I just wanna finish this n’ I’ll stop, I swear. I know I’ve been workin’ all night but I’ll go ta bed soon. I just can’t finish what I’m doin’ if you keep harpin’ the point.” He sounds with a sigh as his hand raises to work a crick out of his neck. She’s been on him all day and he knows she’s just worried since he’s felt less than himself for most of it. He’s sure he’s getting sick - but she doesn’t need to know that.
“It is bullshit; it’s your fuckin’ hair, who gives a shit how you wear it? Looks great on you, some hairstyles fit people better than others! But Gingersnap, I think it’s more he’s a homophobe than anything else. You could change up yer whole whole look and attitude, and he’d still be mad because you don’t fit into whatever mold he wants Ling to fit into. At least I know Daddy loves me to some extent, that dude just loves his money and his image. Unfortunately for you n’ Ling, Ling‘s a part of Wu Yao’s image...” she ranted, mad that her best only friend had to do all this for love he wouldn’t have had to go through half this mess and danger if it had been her. Mar let out a soft sigh, brushing a strand of those golden locks out of his eyes.
“I...I don’t like the idea of you going to this thing. I don’t trust him, Ed. It’s prolly stupid because he needs you intact for his stupid political campaign to work, but...I’m just terrified he’ll find some way to hurt you...” she admitted, wishing there was some way to go with him. At some point she even pulled him into her arms. “It really feels like you did, that guy’s fuckin’ evil. Daddy sells drugs and he’s a nicer dude than Yao... Difference is what makes things so beautiful, some people are just so up to their fuckin eyeballs in their own bullshit to seee that...” another sigh, and she pulled away to take his hands in hers.
“D’you have everything you need? I can do up your hair for you if you want, and I can pull some strings if you still need threads...and...if anything goes wrong, you call me and I’ll come runnin’ t’ get you, okay?”
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“I dunno, Cupake. Maybe the second one? I mean, you’ll look great either way, but that jackass doesn’t like the long hair, right? I think the bun might be the closest to a compromise you can get here…”
“That’s what I thought. Hide as mucha the length as possible. I mean I don’t think he so much hates long hair as he hates long hair on men. He’s already against me n’ sunshine bein’ together ‘cuz’a dumb shit like that. He’s sucha fuckin’ asshole n’ I can’t believe I hafta talk nice ‘bout’im just ta be able ta see my boyfriend again - this is bullshit.
Mr. Yao said it in himself in that last phone call - he hardly let me talk in - that the one thing he admires in me is my brutal honestly.
We both know, I can’t be brutally honestly about the prick ta all the North Side snobs that ’re gunna be there, Mar. They don’t understand us. Acts like I was born on the wrong side’a the tracks. There ain’t no wrong side we just live different. This is fuckin’ bullshit. I ain’t got nu’hin’ nice ta say ‘bout him.
I hate him, Mar. I feel like I sold my soul ta the devil just ta see Sunshine again.”
“Are you kidding? Of course! I love hearing your songs, Gingersnap! I’m all ears, hit me!” Mar immediately closed her sketchbook she was working on something for him, a new desk, spinning around and crossing her legs.
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“Mar, I - wrote new song. Can I run it by you?”
“Of course I’m not tellin’ anybody, you ‘n Uncle Ross’r all I got anyways. Who’d I even tell? Besides, you know I never squeal if you tell me shit...” she half joked, half reassured. Didn’t he know already? Her loyalty was with him, always. “I’d do anything you asked me to, don’t you know?”
And with that, she went quiet and listened. It didn’t take long for her to realize who this was about, on the first line she knew what was going on. Those beautiful treasure eyes growing more pained by the moment, the tenseness in muscles he maybe didn’t even realize went tense. It’s why she hurried back so fast in the first place from visiting her dad; Ed needed her way more, and she needed to be here at his side, not chasing after something that she had to fight for ever since her mom was taken away. Loosing her mom was bad enough, loosing Ed... no, that’s why she’s back here now. For him...
She knew things weren’t going well for him right now understatement of the century, but this song just...put it into words. He had her with each strum of his guitar, each note... every time he played and sang for her, she felt honored. Now? She just wanted to hug him until his pain went away, but it wasn’t that simple, they both knew that.
“Ed...oh, Gingersnap...” she choked, she couldn’t quite look at him either. Then he’d see her cry. This sweet angel of a boy, he deserved so much better, he deserved the whole world. “This stays between us, I promise. But... don’t you know you deserve to be happy too?”
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“Are you kidding? Of course! I love hearing your songs, Gingersnap! I’m all ears, hit me!” Mar immediately closed her sketchbook ~~she was working on something for him, a new desk~~, spinning around and crossing her legs.
“I - I haven’t played this fer anybody yet. It stays between us - okay? I’m still workin’ on some shit. No one else knows - Promise me, Mar.”
There’s a look in his eyes as he reaches for his guitar and slides the strap over his shoulders. There’s a test strum to make sure his baby sounds the way she should before he starts plucking at the cords and his voice comes forth.
The look in his eyes grows deeper and it’s an emotion that’s reflected in his lyrics. It’s like there’s a pain there he’s been trying to mask coming forth as he sounds out the words.
“ ♫ Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been thinking; I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier Even though I might not like this; I think that you’ll be happier, I want you to be happier…… ♫ ”
There’s a look in his eyes when he finishes, gold dropped off to the side and he’s sure she knows where it came from. He hates that he even wrote the damn thing but it was - the only way to cope. He can’t meet her gaze, as he sets there with his baby in his hands. It can’t get back to him. It just can’t.
“I try, I try,” she giggled, pulling a fork from her sleeve and handing that to him next. “Really? Well, glad I decided to make it!” Aurora was all too eager to see if he liked the flavor. “What’s all this ruckus about anyways??”
Aurora pats him on the back before handing him a peach pie (and this time, she baked it herself! It was slightly over baked and there were bits of peach juice leaking from the top, but she tried) and a mug of tea. “They’ll get tired of pokin’ ar you eventually. Just wait it out,”
“Oh ‘rura yer a life saver. You even brought me a pie ta eat in a mean time.” He takes a deep breath. “Peach? Ooooh I ain’t had that in a while....”
“Are you serious?! How sheltered is Mustang keeping you?! Random creeps do this to kids all the time! Bribe em’ with candy, and then boom! You’re in their murder van and things get ugly!” Aurora continues to keep the candy out of Ed’s reach, no way she wasn’t checking if it was tampered with or not before he ate it. “I’ll get you more candy, you glutton! Just lay offa this one until we can be sure it’s safe for you to stuff into your face!”
“Ed no! You give me that, don’t take candy from strangers!” Aurora snatched the candy right outta Ed’s hand, but quickly replacing it with another that had carefully been checked for tampering. “That could’ve been laced with cyanide for all you know!” Aurora to the rescue.
“ ‘Rura! Hey! What the hell?! They seemed nice enough....There’s nu’hin’ wrong with it. Gimme that! It’s mine. It looks fine. What reason does anybody got ta hurt me?” He’s reaching for what she took - talking with his mouth full. He’s already ate what she gave him. He’s a black hole today.
“EDWARD ELRIC GODDAMIT I AM TRYING TO KEEP YOUR ASS SAFE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE KIND O’ PEOPLE THERE ARE OUT THERE?!”
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“Fuckin’ hell-!” Aurora started, and then let out a sigh. “Alright, alright. I did say I would... I’ll go get you more candy, but no taking any candy from strangers!!” she answered, poking the tip of his nose. “Y’got that? I’ll be back in a minute.” Off to the candy shop, it seems.
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“EDWARD ELRIC GODDAMIT I AM TRYING TO KEEP YOUR ASS SAFE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE KIND O’ PEOPLE THERE ARE OUT THERE?!”
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“‘rura I’m hungry. You said you’d get me more candy. It’s halloween, c’mon I want sum’hin’ sweet ta eat.”
“Okay, okay, have at-!” Aurora didn’t even have time to speak, because within moments the other teen was on the floor with his candy. The girl simply shook her head with a bemused smile, sitting in the nearest chair to watch Ed happily sort through his candy like an excited little boy. This side to him was awfully cute... oh yeah, that’s why I...
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“Do it and it’ll go down with your fuckin’ teeth, Elric.” Aurora was just, so exasperated with this boy. Exhasperated and weak, but whatever. Nothing she can’t handle, she can manage. It took awhile, but she did come back with a big bag of sweets. “Don’t blame me when Al and I have to drag your ass to the dentist.”
“EXCELLENT! This looks like a decent haul ‘rura. Good work!” he’s setting down to dig through it to see what he’s got for himself now. That grumpy adult Elric is on vacation today. It’s time to be a kid. He’s dumped the entire bowl on the floor and is sorting it out by what he likes and what he doesn’t and what’s okay and what’s outright gross(there’s not much of that).
The pile of what he likes is disappearing while he sorts.
“Of course we can, Ed. C’mere, I’ve still got plenty of duck feed too if y’ feel like feeding em’.” Aurora gently replied, holding her hand out in offering to him. Whatever made him feel better...
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“...okay, maybe a lil’ dru-hic!” Rura admitted, her cheeks flushing brighter. “But ‘m serious! You really are-hic!” Another hiccup, this was going to smart in the morning in many ways. “Ridic-hic!-ulus’ly hot!! ‘S not fair!” Rura no, shut up now!
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“What the actual....yo, Gigersnap. Need me to break any bones for ya’? Don’t want your hands gettin’ dirty.”