Notes: Number 14 of the Roy/Ed themes challenge, almost 1000 words long, so pushing the ficlet length.
Warnings: Character Death. Let's make a game of it and see if you can guess which one. ^^
14. Last Kiss
They say silence can be deafening. Edward Elric wished for silence. With his eyes closed, he stood in their living room, wishing for silence. They also say love is blind, and he wished for love to swoop in and free him of his eyesight.
He wouldn’t cry. Not now.
Edward’s mind provided a recount of the evening. The worst evening he and Roy had ever had. Some date, he thought, and let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a sob. The laugh continued with hysterical madness. Roy Mustang was the worst date ever.
But Edward didn’t answer, still busy laughing maniacally.
* * * * *
The evening had been
simple enough. After work,
Edward was stunning
that night. He wore a black suit, one
With the older man’s
hand at his lower back, Edward led the way out to the awaiting car. Havoc was
driving, dressed in his military best, and he opened the door for the two of
them. Edward had learned long ago not to thank him in front of the others, but
he did so stubbornly in front of
* * * * *
“Dance with me.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Edward hissed. “I’m not some girl.”
“No one’s watching.”
“Everyone’s watching, you bastard.” Years of practice had taught Edward to keep his voice down and a smile on his face as they argued at these functions.
“I’m expected to dance.”
“Then go find a girl.” Edward shot back. “We’d look ridiculous dancing together.”
“We’d look like we
were in love.”
“Who wants that?!”
Edward snorted but got up with Roy Mustang and took his hand. He was in love with the bastard after all;
had to make him look good. Of course, the girls eyeballing the two of them and
waiting for them to separate were…extra incentive to keep his hand possessively
* * * * *
After the long, boring
party, the two had wanted to decompress. Edward’s tie had been undone and three
buttons to accompany it.
Once the car had
stopped, Edward had giggled and pulled
* * * * *
Now Edward found himself standing there, eyes squeezed shut and hands covering his ears. He could still hear the sounds of the night. Laughter.
And for five minutes, he’d listened to shuddering, bloody breaths. Then the silence. Oh, the blessed silence Edward had sought was there and it was deafening. It was so sense depriving that he could no longer feel the hot liquid on his cheeks or fingers from touching the wounds.
All at once, the
blessed silence was shattered with sirens and sobbing. The bright red lights
invaded the senses and the sobs, the anguish…Oh
Yes, this was the
worst date they’d ever had by far. By the time the memories had all surfaced,
his maniacal laughter had ended. He was quiet now, looking at