#mmmhgh

[katsudondom]

I wanna c-cry 🥺👉👈 I envy these two mmmhgh

[nyaskitten]

hc that you HATE brussel sprouts/broccoli but you love cauliflower

youre WRONG I love all three !!!! literally so good i love them, esp cooked cauliflower and brussel sprouts MMMHGH

[gcldenchild]

“ brother ... ”

thank god that him and lucaun literally can’t sleep whatsoever. it makes keeping an eye on his condition a lot easier, but ...  he’s nervous about why the other bonded soul is pacing so much in the hallway outside. 

“ ‘s ... ‘s kay ... ‘lphonse ...      ‘lil bro’er ... don’ worr ... ‘ll b’ ‘kay. ”

... even though he can’t move his hands because of the sedative in his system, his head is still fair game.  he needed this help. he needed it a lot.  it’s why he has no worries about how he nuzzles what he can into the glove already pressed against his face, not caring for the lack of living tissue behind it. he doesn’t have his moon near him anymore to ease his nerves directly beyond their bond, but alphonse is safe. alphonse will always be safe.  alphonse will never let him go, no matter how mean the two of them can get to eachother. alphonse is safe. his earth will always be safe. he will never leave his earth’s hold.

“ ... yeah. it’ll all be okay.      you’re tired, right, ed ?          it’s okay t’ go back to sleep. i’m not goin’ anywhere. ”

a “mmmhgh” is all he’s dignified with as those eyes close when he starts rubbing his thumb across his cheek. he’s been fighting sleep for so many years of their lives ... even when sedated, it’s still no different.  he’s always been headlong in the extreme of caring for others instead of himself. no matter how selfish or selfless he becomes, that’s always how his thought process starts off. no matter what lucaun may have to tell him ... he’ll still be here. he’ll still do whatever he can for his brother while he heals, and even after that.

“ ‘lphonse ...        l-lo ... lov’ya. lov’ya, ‘lphonse. lov ... ”

“ ... i love ya too, ed.         i always will. always love ya.               get some rest, sleepyhead. ”

[tcthinecwnself-a]

“Mmmhgh. I miss my orchestra.”