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hhfghhfgfhh all these notes on the wip /implodes thank you…!

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Okay, so this is bad. He'd known he was feeling off-balance when he woke up this morning, but he'd had plenty of bad days before. This one should be no different. Should be, except now Alphonse is collapsed on the kitchen floor, clutching at the broken plate in his hand as if the pain of the glass digging into his fingers might distract him from the way his head is spinning.

      For a moment, Al considers calling for his brother. He's got no idea if Edward is even home still, hasn't seen him in the past hour or so. Bt he holds himself back. Maybe his head will clear and he'll be able to get up and to bed on his own. Edward doesn't need to be burdened with this if Alphonse can help it -- God knows he'll worry. So, for the moment, Alphonse just squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead to the cool tile below him.

      This is fine. He'll be fine. Definitely.

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Older Brother and Al ☆ Fullmetal Alchemist | 杏奈ことり [pixiv] 

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Matching icons for you and your pissed off brother

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also fyi i'll probably be over here for most of the day (or, at least, for what portion of the day i can afford to be online between personal plans), since that's the muse i have the most of right now. 

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       Too bad for Howl, there happens to be a massive suit of armor standing in the doorway. Alphonse startles when the stranger bumps him, automatically lifting his hands in mock-surrender.

       "Oh--! Sorry." 

Aaaaand it’s time to casually inch toward the door.

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like this post for a starter! 

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         As much as he feels guilty about presumably keeping Winry up later than she normally would be, he's grateful for the company. It's really good, he thinks, being able to see her so frequently again, especially now that he's got his body back -- and, God, how he had missed her.

        "Let's do it, then," he said, leaning closer. "What're we playing?"

      If she was being honest, she really didn’t mind doing the dishes. And she was actually pretty lousy at cards. But having a quiet moment with Alphonse was something hard to come by these days. She was an opportunist. And though she knew little to nothing about gambling, she shot him a cocky grin and shuffled the cards between her fingers.

     ”Sure.. sure. I’ll take my chances, if you don’t mind.”

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      For a moment, Alphonse is hesitant. By all means, Winry should be asleep right now -- she's got work to do tomorrow, no doubt. But he's no hypocrite, or at least he tries not to be, so he gives her a grin instead of an argument. "Alright, you're on. But don't be surprised when I beat you." 

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     ”All right. Seeing as you’re still awake, I’ll play you for dishes.” Tapping a deck of cards against the table, she quirked a challenging brow at him.

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                       Now here’s a kid whose whole world got twisted,                             leaving him stranded on a rock in the sky.

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Favorite Grass-Type

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sorry i disappeared for most of the day, but i'm here now! i'll be splitting time between doing a couple replies here and lurking on the kid. 

if any of my mutuals wants to do a thread, please let me know by hmu in my inbox or replying to this post! x

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           Seeing his brother this desperate, he's almost            ready to just let Edward climb inside him, just            to provide that safety he's pleading for. But he            can't bring himself to do it, can't lose sight of            his brother when he's like this. Instead, he tries            for the next best thing, pulls his brother into an            embrace. It's just a little too tight, he knows that,            knows his brother has to be feeling the pressure            of his cold, metal body against his skin.

         "You are safe. I'm here. I'm... I'm here." 

          God, Al wishes he could cry. He's almost jealous.           Ed mentioning their mother is so rare that Alphonse           almost thinks he's imagined his brother's words, but           no. There they were. Al holds Edward a little tighter.           "Me, too. I... I miss her too."

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                     He chokes back something, shaking his head and                      refusing to open his eyes. Instead he finds solace                      in laying his head on the cold metal of the other’s chest.

                       “No…no! Yuou…don’t…!”

                      He tries again at blindly reaching for Al’s head, using                       his…head…instead? Wow. Just…wow.

                       “It’s…saf e…inside you…”

                        Ah— there he goes. His eyes are starting to droop                         now, and he eventually gives up and just lies limp                         against his form.

                         “I miss…

                                                …I miss mom.”

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okay i'm hitting the sack for now but i'll be back tomorrow. x

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self-esteem goals: alphonse elric