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Characters/Pairings: Ed
Prompt: Who needs God? (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stickmarionette)
Rating: T
Last Revised: 2005/08/21
Word Count: 250
Status: One-shot. Complete
It wasn't a question of belief, but of need. Who needed God, really?
And it wasn't that Ed didn't believe in God, but couldn't believe in God. Just look at the people of Lior. They let themselves be hoodwinked into Cornello's "Sun God Leto" and became docile little sheep. They honestly believed if they were just faithful enough, they would get everything they desired.
The appeal was obvious. It was a very seductive offer: All your heart's desires, and all you have to do is everything I say.
But Lior was a prime example of how that didn't work. Just sitting around waiting wasn't going to bring you what you wanted. You had to work, sacrifice; shed your blood, sweat and tears, and hope it would be enough. And if it's not, keep trying until it is enough.
Ed didn't believe in God, because belief couldn't give him his brother's smile, or soft flesh instead of harsh steel. He had needed God once, to bring back a cherished mother, or at least prevent the loss of his brother. But God had failed him, even if he hadn't known of his need at the time.
And so Ed continued to challenge God's realm. He searched desperately for the borderline between safe flying and melting wax so he could mend his brother's broken wings.
But even if his singed feathers buckled from time to time, he knew that praying for mercy would be of no use. Because if there was a God, He didn't care about petty mortals.
God didn't need him, and so he didn't need God. They'd make it on their own.
Characters/Pairings: Al
Prompt: restored!Al, wishes (silvertailstora)
Rating: T
Last Revised: 2005/08/21
Word Count: 350
Status: One-shot. Complete
Alphonse sat against a tree and stared at the burnt remains of his home. Part of him wanted to cry, but he still couldn't wrap his mind around everything.
Winry said that he and Ed had burned the house down themselves, but in the two days since he'd woken up he'd yet to get out of her the reason why they'd done it.
Al would ask Ed himself, except nobody would tell him where his brother was, and that was a frightening thought in this world that parodied the one he remembered.
Winry was a girl. She had breasts and curves, and enough metal in her ears to make an automail finger. Before she'd been Winry, but now her girlness overwhelmed everything else that defined her.
Ed, his constant companion who had incorporated himself into every aspect of Al's life, was gone. He was more than just missing, he'd left a void that was sucking in silences and pitying glances in a desperate attempt to fill the space.
His home was gone, and not just gone, but lost. Nature had already started to reclaim it, and soon it wouldn't be recognizable as having been a house at all.
They told him that five years had passed, but due to an accident he'd lost his memories. Why then did he himself look exactly as he expected? Why was he the only unchanged thing left?
He didn't wish to get his memories back. As far as he was concerned he had never lost them, but the world had gone crazy while he blinked.
No, what he wished for was for everything to go back to the way it was when everything stopped. Ed should be with him in their basement grinning with confidence. Winry should be smaller and be more "Winry" and less "girl". Their house should be standing proud, and perhaps a bit dirty from being abandoned for a few months, but still there.
And he wished most of all that this time there would be no "accident" or whatever it was, and their mother would smile at them with pride. And his family would be whole again.
And if he couldn't have that perfect world, couldn't he at least have his brother come back and explain to him what had happened? Please?
Characters/Pairings: Ed
Prompt: Who needs God? (
stickmarionette)Rating: T
Last Revised: 2005/08/21
Word Count: 250
Status: One-shot. Complete
It wasn't a question of belief, but of need. Who needed God, really?
And it wasn't that Ed didn't believe in God, but couldn't believe in God. Just look at the people of Lior. They let themselves be hoodwinked into Cornello's "Sun God Leto" and became docile little sheep. They honestly believed if they were just faithful enough, they would get everything they desired.
The appeal was obvious. It was a very seductive offer: All your heart's desires, and all you have to do is everything I say.
But Lior was a prime example of how that didn't work. Just sitting around waiting wasn't going to bring you what you wanted. You had to work, sacrifice; shed your blood, sweat and tears, and hope it would be enough. And if it's not, keep trying until it is enough.
Ed didn't believe in God, because belief couldn't give him his brother's smile, or soft flesh instead of harsh steel. He had needed God once, to bring back a cherished mother, or at least prevent the loss of his brother. But God had failed him, even if he hadn't known of his need at the time.
And so Ed continued to challenge God's realm. He searched desperately for the borderline between safe flying and melting wax so he could mend his brother's broken wings.
But even if his singed feathers buckled from time to time, he knew that praying for mercy would be of no use. Because if there was a God, He didn't care about petty mortals.
God didn't need him, and so he didn't need God. They'd make it on their own.
Characters/Pairings: Al
Prompt: restored!Al, wishes (
silvertailstora)Rating: T
Last Revised: 2005/08/21
Word Count: 350
Status: One-shot. Complete
Alphonse sat against a tree and stared at the burnt remains of his home. Part of him wanted to cry, but he still couldn't wrap his mind around everything.
Winry said that he and Ed had burned the house down themselves, but in the two days since he'd woken up he'd yet to get out of her the reason why they'd done it.
Al would ask Ed himself, except nobody would tell him where his brother was, and that was a frightening thought in this world that parodied the one he remembered.
Winry was a girl. She had breasts and curves, and enough metal in her ears to make an automail finger. Before she'd been Winry, but now her girlness overwhelmed everything else that defined her.
Ed, his constant companion who had incorporated himself into every aspect of Al's life, was gone. He was more than just missing, he'd left a void that was sucking in silences and pitying glances in a desperate attempt to fill the space.
His home was gone, and not just gone, but lost. Nature had already started to reclaim it, and soon it wouldn't be recognizable as having been a house at all.
They told him that five years had passed, but due to an accident he'd lost his memories. Why then did he himself look exactly as he expected? Why was he the only unchanged thing left?
He didn't wish to get his memories back. As far as he was concerned he had never lost them, but the world had gone crazy while he blinked.
No, what he wished for was for everything to go back to the way it was when everything stopped. Ed should be with him in their basement grinning with confidence. Winry should be smaller and be more "Winry" and less "girl". Their house should be standing proud, and perhaps a bit dirty from being abandoned for a few months, but still there.
And he wished most of all that this time there would be no "accident" or whatever it was, and their mother would smile at them with pride. And his family would be whole again.
And if he couldn't have that perfect world, couldn't he at least have his brother come back and explain to him what had happened? Please?
