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By: starrfalling 
He's always hated the cold. Al introspective.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.30.2007 | Updated On: 09.28.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 495 | Visits: 686 | Status: Completed
He's always hated the cold. Al introspective.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.30.2007 | Updated On: 09.28.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 495 | Visits: 686 | Status: Completed
Title: Snow
Author:starr_falling
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Genre: introspective/character study
Warnings: angst
Summary: He's always hated the cold. Al introspective.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
He hates the cold, has always hated it (hates it more now that he can't feel it.) He loves the snow, always; how he yearns for the feathery light touch. He watches, silent as the snowfall, as the flakes melt in his brother's sunshine hair. Wishes he could cry for the cold in his eyes.
Once there was sunshine in those eyes. Then there was laughter and play. He remembers snow angels, and snowball fights; and it was always them against anyone, everyone (still is, always will be.) He remembers the cold that drove them inside, that stole the sunshine's warmth. Wishes he could forget the cold that's a part of them now.
He wants the sunshine back, wants it so much he can almost remember how to hurt. But he doesn't, and he can't; only watch, watch as the flakes keep falling, as the cold grows deeper, as the sunshine dies. Once, not long ago (a lifetime ago) he wished for snow without the cold.
He's always hated the cold.
Author:starr_falling
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Genre: introspective/character study
Warnings: angst
Summary: He's always hated the cold. Al introspective.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
He hates the cold, has always hated it (hates it more now that he can't feel it.) He loves the snow, always; how he yearns for the feathery light touch. He watches, silent as the snowfall, as the flakes melt in his brother's sunshine hair. Wishes he could cry for the cold in his eyes.
Once there was sunshine in those eyes. Then there was laughter and play. He remembers snow angels, and snowball fights; and it was always them against anyone, everyone (still is, always will be.) He remembers the cold that drove them inside, that stole the sunshine's warmth. Wishes he could forget the cold that's a part of them now.
He wants the sunshine back, wants it so much he can almost remember how to hurt. But he doesn't, and he can't; only watch, watch as the flakes keep falling, as the cold grows deeper, as the sunshine dies. Once, not long ago (a lifetime ago) he wished for snow without the cold.
He's always hated the cold.