Day 2: Dance
Some screenshot redraws from grease 👀
Day 2: Dance
Some screenshot redraws from grease 👀
For Edling week day 2! These prompts were dance/recovery/school and I chose recovery!
Ed brushed careful fingers through Ling’s sweat-dampened hair. The blond sighed, resting his head on his unoccupied hand. Ling groaned, tossing his head in discomfort. Ed’s face softened and he sushed him.
“I know it hurts, but you’ll feel better soon,” He whispered into the hand he was now holding.
A week ago, Ling had been greeting the people of a nearby village, looking for ways to help them, when an assassin managed to leave a deep slice in his arm before the assassin was taken down by Lan Fan. The wound hadn’t looked that bad after Ed had squeezed Ling tightly, promising him that he would raise hell on the assassin.
It hadn’t looked that bad until four days ago. They’d woken up in the morning, sunshine spilling through the window. Ling, normally one to awake first, didn’t want to move. His forehead was warm with a slight fever. Ed pushed for him to go see Mei, she was one of the best at alchehistry, but he refused, insisting it wasn’t that bad.
Well, here they were, Ling over the worst of the infection, but the wound still causing a good deal of pain.
Ling groaned again. “Hurts…” He whimpered.
“I know, I know, just rest.”
Carefully, Ed climbed into the best and rested his chin on the top of Ling’s head, breathing Ling in the scent of Ling’s hair and just being.
Recovery takes time and Ling was well on his way.
My dream was to have this scene animated, never got it but this is the closest i can do hehe
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Roy Mustang would not leave Edward’s side. And Edward was visibly growing sick of it.
Upon Hawkeye’s insistence, the two left the previous abode to meander back to Edward’s room. Once some frantic energy had worn off, the flame alchemist suggested upon the practice he’d promised Fullmetal earlier in the day. Wanting to ‘just get it over with’, the teen complied: making himself at home in front of the lavatory mirror, lathering his pointed chin with hot water and soap.
Edward didn’t have to luxury of ever watching anybody shave before. Of course, Granny was not particularly versed on the subject. He’d never even entertain the suggestion with Winry. Not unless he wanted to earn a wrench to the nose. The only scope of shaving he came remotely close to witnessing was Mustang.
When he screamed at him.
And made him slash his face.
It was remarkably ironic, the more he thought about it. So, considering that notion, Edward decided to stop thinking about it. Rather, he focused on tending to the fuzzy area: all the time, gritting his teeth at Mustang’s every goddamn, unnecessary word.
“Now, make sure you’ve got enough bubbles there. Is the water hot? Make sure it’s hot enough. That’ll smooth out the skin and open those pores to—”
Edward slammed the edge of the sink.
“Will. You. Shut up already?!”
Roy pulled back, eyebrows jolting. “What? I-I’m just trying to—”
“I know,” Ed hissed, “But your talking is driving me up a goddamn wall! It’s just frickin soap… It’s not that complicated.”
The man crossed his arms at the shirtless boy. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”
“Thank you,” Edward huffed.
He pulled his attention back to his reflection. Again, piping water ran over his fingertips to befriend the fresh-scented soap bar. He worked up some suds and caressed his chin – giving each of the four hairs a thorough bath. Once a sizable collection of bubbles had lathered, the young alchemist took the razor from the counter.
Roy quirked his eyebrow – noticing a light trembling in the boy’s right hand as he stared at it.
The General’s mouth opened, then quickly shut.
‘Let him go, Roy.’
He pulled his eager lips together into a swift, tuneful whistle.
Edward whipped his soapy face around.
“No,” Roy waved, “By all means. Don’t stop on my account.”
The teen sneered, lashing back to the mirror. For the third time, he angrily repeated the process: rinse, lather, shave.
That third part was taking longer than he’d care to admit.
Again, he stared at the blade. It seemed to glint in the lavatory’s deceptively dim lighting. This gave Edward pause to acknowledge its sharp, slanted edge. A drip of sweat dribbled down his temple and mingled with sudsy smears.
Edward squinted at the grooming tool, in an effort to assert his dominance over it as he would a milk bottle.
‘Just do it, Elric… Kick its ass…’
Shifting, amber irises met coal black orbs in the mirror.
“So, like,” Edward mumbled quietly, “’Guess I jus’ have t’do it, right?”
He drew quiet - anticipating a response. Edward peaked over his shoulder when none came.
“Right?” he asserted irritably.
Roy, arms still crossed, feigned an expression of surprise.
“Oh! Oh, you’re asking me?”
“J-jus’ tell me how to start, will ya?”
The impatience in Edward’s voice compelled Roy to snort. The man leaned closer to the sink.
“Okay,” he directed, “First – lift up your chin.”
He followed the order without debate, bringing head up slightly.
“Exactly,” Roy nodded in earnest. He mimicked the action on his own chin, taking his muscular hand to his Adam’s apple.
“Now – take the underside of your chin, and pull it taught. This will help smooth out the skin and keep you from getting cuts and nicks.”
Again, the teen complied. He touched his left hand to his throat, pulling down the skin to hold it steady. His right hand, however, was not as reliable as it jittered.
Taking notice, the flame alchemist rolled back his shoulders. Edward watched him in the mirror, subliminally doing the same. He hardly realized the tension vanishing from his shaky arm.
Edward’s crossed eyes moved to the blade. He jumped a bit at Mustang’s next direction.
Edward squinted, waiting for the man to elaborate.
“Flip it over, so the razor’s facing down and you’re shaving with the grain.”
He mimed the movement on his own chin. Edward observed carefully: not even looking away to blink.
“So,” Mustang continued, “You want to press down enough to catch the hair. But not too hard so you cut yourself. Start slowly – just above where the hair starts to come in – and see how it feels from there.”
Edward nodded, feeling more compelled to begin now that he had some sense of direction.
He slowly brought the razor’s edge to his chin: just a centimeter above the blond hairline’s rooted point. Reflexively, his eyes closed.
“Fullmetal, you’ll probably want to keep ‘em open for this part.”
It was hard to judge with all the soap, but a burgundy hue appeared to glow from Edward’s cheeks.
“I-I know that,” he barked defensively.
Roy swallowed a laugh, not wanting to break the boy from his concentration. Edward reintroduced the blade with his skin – and slid it down his chin.
‘There he goes,’ the man spectated, nodding his head.
The only sounds coming from the room were the running water, and the repeated scrapes of the razor mowing Edward’s chin. Short, yet even strokes sent the concubine of hair from his face: ending their short life in the sink as he rinsed off the razor. A new cocky grin etched Edward’s lips, eyeing the blade.
‘Take that, ya bastard.’
He turned his head subtly in Mustang’s direction. He couldn’t tell if Edward was seeking it or not, but the man still winked out an acknowledgement of approval.
“Atta boy, Fullmetal.”
Edward refaced the mirror, somewhat haughtily admiring his own work. His eyes narrowed, noticing a small, hidden hair beneath the hook of his jaw.
“Whoops,” he tsked, wetting the razor once more, “Missed.”
Roy’s own stare deepened, noticing Edward’s razor going against the grain along his jaw’s jagged surface. A tricky combination, even for the most seasoned shavers. He barely had time to warn him before—
“Ow! Damn it!”
Roy inhaled sharply through his teeth. “Oof. Yeah, that’s a tough area.”
Edward held his fingers over his bloodied chin. “Y’think?!”
Sympathizing with the teen, Mustang plucked a piece of toilet paper from the roll.
“Here,” he insisted, “It’ll stop eventually.”
Edward angrily took it from the man’s pinched fingers and thrusted it to the spot. A simpering moan made his expression drop.
“I look like you.”
Roy shook his head. “It happens, kid. Y’get better with practice. Plus, you’re dealing with soap.”
Edward quirked his brow.
“Shaving cream,” Mustang elaborated, “It makes it easier. Soap’s a little harder to work through.”
His hand clapped the boy’s shoulder. “But, for what it’s worth… Not a bad first go of it.”
Edward averted his eyes from the mirror. Mainly, to avoid seeing own reflection beside the General’s.
His brow thickened.
“How’d you learn to shave?”
Roy looked back at his reflection. He looked at the young Elric teen – recalling a time when he’d first nicked himself shaving. He was shaken by Fullmetal’s brash, sarcastic tone.
“Your aunt didn’t teach ya, did she?”
The General broke into a hearty laugh, bringing his aloft demeanor back to the present.
“My master,” Roy answered thoughtfully, “The man I apprenticed for. He taught me.”
Edward nodded his head, bringing himself to rejoin their counterparts in the mirror.
“He did good.”
Hello! Just sharing another excerpt from my FMA:B fanfic! Lots of Dad!RoyBoy moments in there, if you’re into that sort of thing. Plus, I thought up this scene and though y’all would enjoy! So… Enjoy! Lol 💕
@edling-week day 2- dance! Here have a glimpse of an au I came up with literally last night
atla and fmab have equal but opposite endings. aang takes away ozai’s bending, ed gives up his alchemy. no i will not explain further
blond boys will see their right arm and go ah fuck is anyone gonna damage this irreparably
My uncle saw a license plate that said 3 the 11, and it has become an inside joke with us. I just now realized that it was a reference to FMA, where on the inside of Edward’s pocket watch, it says “Don’t forget 3.OCT.11”
Winry: damit Ed, one of these days I’m gonna say no figure it out your self
Ed: I know…
Winry: (goes on a rant about how Ed should treat his prospects better)
Ed: yeah I know
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat a picture of Ed? An update on that comic I was drawing at least 3 years ago???? No surely not!
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the prompts: dance / recovery / school
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Day 2: Dance
@edling-week Day 2: Recovery. This is supposed to be during Brotherhood after Ed got hurt at Briggs.
EdWin + AlMei~