Pairing: Gen, really, although there is plenty of Roy/Ed subtext if you want to see it
Summary: 'Ed peeled off his remaining glove and dropped it to the dusty ground. That took care of some of the smell, but there was no helping the rest, splattered all over his previously pristine uniform.' Ed has some curious encounters while on patrol and finds some resolution at last. Angsty, with mild mindfuckery.
Music: Calling All Angels by Jane Siberry & kd Lang
Dedication: to tir_synni, because this is actually supposed to be her birthday fic, after all. I'm sorry it's probably not what you had in mind when you asked for Ed hurt/comfort XD
( the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving )
Cross-posted to fma_gen and fm_alchemist