RoseXEdward
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric and Rose Thomas (aka Roze, and yes, she is the girl with the pink bangs)
Theme set: Delta
Rating: PG 13 (for... I dunno, just to be on the safe side, eh?)
Warnings: Mushy moments
Spoilers: Episodes 1, 2, 51... and my own random drabblings (but you can't really tell about the episodes... not very noticeable, just vague, brief mentions that I could have made up.
Author's Note: C'mon, guys, I spent a long time on this... (Ummm, well, an hour) and I love comments. ((Constructive criticism, not flaming!!)) So... Please comment. And no, these are not in any particular order... They came when they came. And I kind of... lapsed into the attitude of not using their names. I prefer to refer to them as 'he' and 'she', so... And OMG! Please comment. ;D ((and number 15? A dud. I ran out of ideas. I don't have a bottomless supply, ya know XD))
1. Air: The wind blew Rose’s hair over Edward’s face, wrapping the two of them in a cocoon, shielding the adoring expressions on their faces from the rest of the world.
2. Apples: He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she bit delicately into the apple, first through the skin and then into its sweet flesh, savoring the taste and allowing the juice to cover her lips with a sort of gloss.
3. Beginning: Rose could remember when she first met him; the young, blonde haired boy who possessed the eyes of a man, eyes that seemed to look straight through her.
4. Bugs: He grinned at her, tilted his head slightly, saying, “Fireflies bring light into this world, light that illuminates the good things in life and shadows the bad.”
5. Coffee: Ed stirred slightly beneath her arms, murmuring uncomprehendingly as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the bedroom.
6. Dark: The dark reminded her of her time spent in the concentration camps, and she unconsciously pressed against Edward, squeezed his hand tightly, and swallowed bravely.
7. Despair: Rose couldn’t comprehend-couldn’t understand, couldn’t think, couldn’t admit to even seeing-Edward’s mangled body lying on the ground before her.
8. Doors: As he passed through the gate, he glanced backwards and witnessed Rose screaming, crying, begging for him to return-but the doors shut, and redemption was impossible.
9. Drink: He urged her to sip the water he held out to her, to eat something-anything-but Rose merely stared past him with haunted eyes.
10. Duty: It was her duty to wait for him to return, to believe that his life had not been taken, but sometimes it was just…so hard.
11. Earth: Ed could smell the dirt on her body, could see the stains on her hands, could feel the grass in her hair, and so he smiled softly, genuinely, and knelt down to assist her in planting the roses.
12. End: It was the end of their love, their friendship, their feelings for each other, but… it was not the end of their lives.
13. Fall: Rose screamed even as Edward gripped her hand tightly, anchoring her to land, refusing her protests that if he were to hold on, they would fall together.
14. Fire: He told her of the fire that had engulfed the brothers’ home, the fire they had set themselves, and as Rose watched him closely, she could sense the pain it caused the young man to discuss his past.
15. Flexible: Rose considered herself flexible, in the sense that she could adjust to Ed’s sudden mood changes, but in another way she was firm and set in her ideas.
16. Flying: Sometimes he flew, but when he did he left everyone else behind and forced himself into a new identity, and always with the consequence of hurting those close to him.
17. Food: “You’re going to eat!” Edward cried out, immediately shoving the loaf of bread into her protesting hands without ceremony and commencing to glare straight into her fearful eyes.
18. Foot: She massaged his foot tenderly, working out all of its kinks and knots, and kissed each toe in turn; as a charm, she said.
19. Grave: Rose kneeled down by Edward’s grave, hot tears dropping from her bloodshot eyes onto the cold, hard stone.
20. Green: As he watched Rose tend to Cain’s grave, he could feel the green stain of jealousy clouding his emotions.
21. Head: Ed longed to put his hand onto her head and muss her straight locks slightly, just to see Rose as less than perfection, to lure her from under the veil she had shrouded her ‘real’ self with.
22. Hollow: Without Rose by his side, Edward felt hollow, as though he was missing something that only she could provide.
23. Honor: It was what he had to do, his honor as a man, as an alchemist, but all he could think about was her.
24. Hope: Hope was all she had left, the only thing tethering her to the conscious world, the only thing she seemed capable of feeling.
25. Light: The light shone on her face and illuminated the tears cascading down her chin, the tears she had tried to hide… from him.
26. Lost: “Rose!” he screamed her name frantically, turned around in an effort to seek her, but she was lost… and no one could find her now.
27. Metal: Her hand grazed his metal one; her eyes widened as she felt the cold steel, then softened as she smiled softly… and accepted him.
28. New: It was a new feeling to her, bubbling up in her chest and warming her face, the feeling she knew he felt as well, and the feeling that she labeled, without discrepancies, as love.
29. Old: And this emotion was old to him, the feelings he felt for her were common, everyday things, but he could still remember a time, long ago, when he had been unable to identify… love.
30. Peace: And he knew she had lived a hard life, a life filled with difficulties she had never fully overcome, and he smiled, because at least… at least she could feel peace now, with him gone from her life forever.
31. Poison: The poison she spewed at him filled his ears, made him scream with rage and fear and hopelessness, because although it was poison, he knew it to be true, and it cut him deeper than any wound ever could.
32. Pretty: Rose stared at him dead on, her violet eyes narrowed slightly in merriment, her pink bangs overshadowing her brow and her bronze skin gleaming as though it was polished… and he was struck again by how pretty-how gorgeous-she could become when happy.
33. Rain: The rain had soaked Rose through to the skin, but Edward threw himself into her arms with abandonment, hugging her waist and allowing her wet garments to bleed liquid into his own, until they were both dripping there, under the overhanging roof of a hotel in a large city, for all the world to see their love for each other.
34. Regret: He regretted so many things he had done, so many lives he had ruined and so many he had destroyed, but he knew that he would never look back on his love for Rose and wish that it had never happened.
35. Roses: Edward held the bouquet up to Rose’s bangs, and grinned widely as, true to her name, the bright pink of her hair matched the roses exactly.
36. Secret: Edward couldn’t keep hiding their love from those around them-he had never been even mildly talented at keeping secrets, and his lack of skills only seemed to grow with time-but as he looked into Rose’s quivering eyes, he felt as though maybe he could keep this secret for a little while longer.
37. Snakes: As Edward stroked the snake’s long, thin scales, a dangerous grin spread slowly across his face, causing Rose to recoil slightly in an apprehensive sort of fear.
38. Snow: Rose spun around in circles, a broad smile lighting up her face, as snowflakes landed softly in her hair, freezing on her face, melting on her tongue, and as Edward joined her, warmed her with the fur jacket he wore, the snowflakes melted between their warm bodies.
39. Solid: She wasn’t sure anymore that she was standing on solid ground-Rose felt more as though she were floating, so high she couldn’t bring herself to fall back into reality.
40. Spring: And when spring comes, he had told her, the snow melted, but… he was her spring, and did that mean that her snow would never melt?
41. Stable: Their relationship wasn’t stable, in fact, Edward deemed that it might be screeching to a halt, which wasn’t very surprising seeing how he spent all of his time fighting in wars, while Rose stayed at home, praying that he would return safely… praying to a god she no longer believed in.
42. Strange: Ed had forcibly removed her from the ballroom, promised that he would return soon-which, in itself, wasn’t like him at all; he wasn’t one to make promises of such thoughtless things-and she couldn’t bring herself to believe him.
43. Summer: Sweat dripped down Edward’s face as he sat with his back to Rose, refusing to complain of the heat; after all, he knew that she had faced higher temperatures and greater difficulties throughout her life, besides, he absolutely refused to allow the thought that he was, in any shape, matter, or form, weak.
44. Taboo: She rubbed her face against his metal arm, her mind wandering to the time when she had seen him as a living taboo, although now she knew that his arm and leg were signs that the world was ultimately unforgiving.
45. Ugly: “I’m ugly,” she moaned, pulling away from him, attempting to cover the large burn mark on her face, as she screamed, “Don’t look at me!”
46. War: “The war,” she spit out with disgust, the single syllable of the word forced through her lips with a sense of revulsion as she named that which had taken me from her side so many times.
47. Water: Rose blinked innocently with damp eyes, and suddenly pulled Edward under the lake water, from which he surfaced, sputtering, and cursing in an exceedingly colorful manner.
48. Welcome: “Welcome home,” the words caught in her throat and pushed themselves out softly, so much so that Edward couldn’t hear them and continued walking, past her, past her feelings, past her life.
49. Winter: It hadn’t been winter when his mother died, but Rose felt as though it were; the desolate look in his eyes and the slight tremble in his hands were usually warnings that the anniversary of Trishna Elric’s death was approaching, or that he was about to attempt something dangerous… Rose guessed that it was the latter.
50. Wood: She grasped his hand, wrapped her hands around his own, and the two ran into the woods, in escape from the military personnel constantly trailing Edward’s every move, in pursuit of a sort of solitude they could experience together; in search of freedom.
Pairing: Edward Elric and Rose Thomas (aka Roze, and yes, she is the girl with the pink bangs)
Theme set: Delta
Rating: PG 13 (for... I dunno, just to be on the safe side, eh?)
Warnings: Mushy moments
Spoilers: Episodes 1, 2, 51... and my own random drabblings (but you can't really tell about the episodes... not very noticeable, just vague, brief mentions that I could have made up.
Author's Note: C'mon, guys, I spent a long time on this... (Ummm, well, an hour) and I love comments. ((Constructive criticism, not flaming!!)) So... Please comment. And no, these are not in any particular order... They came when they came. And I kind of... lapsed into the attitude of not using their names. I prefer to refer to them as 'he' and 'she', so... And OMG! Please comment. ;D ((and number 15? A dud. I ran out of ideas. I don't have a bottomless supply, ya know XD))
1. Air: The wind blew Rose’s hair over Edward’s face, wrapping the two of them in a cocoon, shielding the adoring expressions on their faces from the rest of the world.
2. Apples: He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she bit delicately into the apple, first through the skin and then into its sweet flesh, savoring the taste and allowing the juice to cover her lips with a sort of gloss.
3. Beginning: Rose could remember when she first met him; the young, blonde haired boy who possessed the eyes of a man, eyes that seemed to look straight through her.
4. Bugs: He grinned at her, tilted his head slightly, saying, “Fireflies bring light into this world, light that illuminates the good things in life and shadows the bad.”
5. Coffee: Ed stirred slightly beneath her arms, murmuring uncomprehendingly as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the bedroom.
6. Dark: The dark reminded her of her time spent in the concentration camps, and she unconsciously pressed against Edward, squeezed his hand tightly, and swallowed bravely.
7. Despair: Rose couldn’t comprehend-couldn’t understand, couldn’t think, couldn’t admit to even seeing-Edward’s mangled body lying on the ground before her.
8. Doors: As he passed through the gate, he glanced backwards and witnessed Rose screaming, crying, begging for him to return-but the doors shut, and redemption was impossible.
9. Drink: He urged her to sip the water he held out to her, to eat something-anything-but Rose merely stared past him with haunted eyes.
10. Duty: It was her duty to wait for him to return, to believe that his life had not been taken, but sometimes it was just…so hard.
11. Earth: Ed could smell the dirt on her body, could see the stains on her hands, could feel the grass in her hair, and so he smiled softly, genuinely, and knelt down to assist her in planting the roses.
12. End: It was the end of their love, their friendship, their feelings for each other, but… it was not the end of their lives.
13. Fall: Rose screamed even as Edward gripped her hand tightly, anchoring her to land, refusing her protests that if he were to hold on, they would fall together.
14. Fire: He told her of the fire that had engulfed the brothers’ home, the fire they had set themselves, and as Rose watched him closely, she could sense the pain it caused the young man to discuss his past.
15. Flexible: Rose considered herself flexible, in the sense that she could adjust to Ed’s sudden mood changes, but in another way she was firm and set in her ideas.
16. Flying: Sometimes he flew, but when he did he left everyone else behind and forced himself into a new identity, and always with the consequence of hurting those close to him.
17. Food: “You’re going to eat!” Edward cried out, immediately shoving the loaf of bread into her protesting hands without ceremony and commencing to glare straight into her fearful eyes.
18. Foot: She massaged his foot tenderly, working out all of its kinks and knots, and kissed each toe in turn; as a charm, she said.
19. Grave: Rose kneeled down by Edward’s grave, hot tears dropping from her bloodshot eyes onto the cold, hard stone.
20. Green: As he watched Rose tend to Cain’s grave, he could feel the green stain of jealousy clouding his emotions.
21. Head: Ed longed to put his hand onto her head and muss her straight locks slightly, just to see Rose as less than perfection, to lure her from under the veil she had shrouded her ‘real’ self with.
22. Hollow: Without Rose by his side, Edward felt hollow, as though he was missing something that only she could provide.
23. Honor: It was what he had to do, his honor as a man, as an alchemist, but all he could think about was her.
24. Hope: Hope was all she had left, the only thing tethering her to the conscious world, the only thing she seemed capable of feeling.
25. Light: The light shone on her face and illuminated the tears cascading down her chin, the tears she had tried to hide… from him.
26. Lost: “Rose!” he screamed her name frantically, turned around in an effort to seek her, but she was lost… and no one could find her now.
27. Metal: Her hand grazed his metal one; her eyes widened as she felt the cold steel, then softened as she smiled softly… and accepted him.
28. New: It was a new feeling to her, bubbling up in her chest and warming her face, the feeling she knew he felt as well, and the feeling that she labeled, without discrepancies, as love.
29. Old: And this emotion was old to him, the feelings he felt for her were common, everyday things, but he could still remember a time, long ago, when he had been unable to identify… love.
30. Peace: And he knew she had lived a hard life, a life filled with difficulties she had never fully overcome, and he smiled, because at least… at least she could feel peace now, with him gone from her life forever.
31. Poison: The poison she spewed at him filled his ears, made him scream with rage and fear and hopelessness, because although it was poison, he knew it to be true, and it cut him deeper than any wound ever could.
32. Pretty: Rose stared at him dead on, her violet eyes narrowed slightly in merriment, her pink bangs overshadowing her brow and her bronze skin gleaming as though it was polished… and he was struck again by how pretty-how gorgeous-she could become when happy.
33. Rain: The rain had soaked Rose through to the skin, but Edward threw himself into her arms with abandonment, hugging her waist and allowing her wet garments to bleed liquid into his own, until they were both dripping there, under the overhanging roof of a hotel in a large city, for all the world to see their love for each other.
34. Regret: He regretted so many things he had done, so many lives he had ruined and so many he had destroyed, but he knew that he would never look back on his love for Rose and wish that it had never happened.
35. Roses: Edward held the bouquet up to Rose’s bangs, and grinned widely as, true to her name, the bright pink of her hair matched the roses exactly.
36. Secret: Edward couldn’t keep hiding their love from those around them-he had never been even mildly talented at keeping secrets, and his lack of skills only seemed to grow with time-but as he looked into Rose’s quivering eyes, he felt as though maybe he could keep this secret for a little while longer.
37. Snakes: As Edward stroked the snake’s long, thin scales, a dangerous grin spread slowly across his face, causing Rose to recoil slightly in an apprehensive sort of fear.
38. Snow: Rose spun around in circles, a broad smile lighting up her face, as snowflakes landed softly in her hair, freezing on her face, melting on her tongue, and as Edward joined her, warmed her with the fur jacket he wore, the snowflakes melted between their warm bodies.
39. Solid: She wasn’t sure anymore that she was standing on solid ground-Rose felt more as though she were floating, so high she couldn’t bring herself to fall back into reality.
40. Spring: And when spring comes, he had told her, the snow melted, but… he was her spring, and did that mean that her snow would never melt?
41. Stable: Their relationship wasn’t stable, in fact, Edward deemed that it might be screeching to a halt, which wasn’t very surprising seeing how he spent all of his time fighting in wars, while Rose stayed at home, praying that he would return safely… praying to a god she no longer believed in.
42. Strange: Ed had forcibly removed her from the ballroom, promised that he would return soon-which, in itself, wasn’t like him at all; he wasn’t one to make promises of such thoughtless things-and she couldn’t bring herself to believe him.
43. Summer: Sweat dripped down Edward’s face as he sat with his back to Rose, refusing to complain of the heat; after all, he knew that she had faced higher temperatures and greater difficulties throughout her life, besides, he absolutely refused to allow the thought that he was, in any shape, matter, or form, weak.
44. Taboo: She rubbed her face against his metal arm, her mind wandering to the time when she had seen him as a living taboo, although now she knew that his arm and leg were signs that the world was ultimately unforgiving.
45. Ugly: “I’m ugly,” she moaned, pulling away from him, attempting to cover the large burn mark on her face, as she screamed, “Don’t look at me!”
46. War: “The war,” she spit out with disgust, the single syllable of the word forced through her lips with a sense of revulsion as she named that which had taken me from her side so many times.
47. Water: Rose blinked innocently with damp eyes, and suddenly pulled Edward under the lake water, from which he surfaced, sputtering, and cursing in an exceedingly colorful manner.
48. Welcome: “Welcome home,” the words caught in her throat and pushed themselves out softly, so much so that Edward couldn’t hear them and continued walking, past her, past her feelings, past her life.
49. Winter: It hadn’t been winter when his mother died, but Rose felt as though it were; the desolate look in his eyes and the slight tremble in his hands were usually warnings that the anniversary of Trishna Elric’s death was approaching, or that he was about to attempt something dangerous… Rose guessed that it was the latter.
50. Wood: She grasped his hand, wrapped her hands around his own, and the two ran into the woods, in escape from the military personnel constantly trailing Edward’s every move, in pursuit of a sort of solitude they could experience together; in search of freedom.