Vorsicht zum Wind

((I CAN’T ED STILL.

therefore alfonsa

yep))

haganenoelric:

”..Yeah,” he sighed, completely understanding,

“yeah, I know..”

“I know you know.”

Mind Over Matter - A drabble

What was it?

The octopi used their suction cup tentacles to prevent him from knowing the answer. They popped and squeezed, trying to make room for themselves in his skull as they damaged everything around him. Edward had been up half the night, digging claws into his scalp, begging, pleading to know. Edward was more than thankful for Blake’s pleading to have his father sleep with him, to leave him to figure this out himself.

To do this himself.

Edward grinded his jaws together, nails clawing at the tender scalp he had. Eyes screwed shut, he felt the urge to scream. What was it!  This was no longer a question, but an exclamation. A cry.  He continued to rub his ivories together, to prevent him from making noise. He breathed through his nose like an ox, curling up as the octopi squashed another part of his brain- revealing a more blistering, thundering headache than before. He grunted- hoping that the noise, even thought it was so quiet- would be left unchecked. Even if Ed had been there, he would be no help. 

He could only hope to manage it soon.

As he felt the clouds behind him seem more gray than black, Edward curled tighter, the urge to yell more powerful than before. You have to tell me. He thought to himself. To the octopi swishing within his cranium. You have to. A whimper came from his trembling lips, anger and helplessness taking over. I just want to know. He thought. I want to know…

But it was gone. Gone like the wind. With the wind. Leaves tossed into the air, taken away with the autumn sun and leaving him, numb in the winter nights. Edward bit his tongue, when suddenly- light. His eyes, dull but flickering, widened with the recognition. “Alphonse.” He whispered, and then broke down, into stuttering sobs.

I almost for got my own brother’s name…

haganenoelric:

edoedwardelric:

haganenoelric:

“Th-that as a— few years ago, okay? Don’t start gettin’ worked up..”

“Even so.”

“C’mon, I still have the scar, but.. I’m fine.”

“Don’t get so down over it.”

“I know that…I just-“

“I don’t like to think about you hurt. I don’t want to think about it. I know things have happened where you’ve gotten hurt. Or I died once. Or you get a scar to remember it by, but I don’t want to picture you- someone I care so much about- hurt. That’s all.”

beinghipsteristoomainstream:

I don’t really care where we go for the apocalypse, as long as it has wifi

haganenoelric:

“Th-that as a— few years ago, okay? Don’t start gettin’ worked up..”

“Even so.”

((OH RIGHT I HAVE TO WRITE THAT DRABBLE

perfect little drabble…

about angst.

yes.))

haganenoelric:

“I’m..”

“better.”

“I’m glad.”

“I like it when you feel better.”

(Source: edoedwardelric)